Under the onslaught of countless blade lights, Chen Qingyuan’s sharp eyes locked onto Fu Dongliu, who was casting spells from a distance. Wielding his silver spear, he swept away the incoming blade lights and quickened his pace.

“Clang——”

Sensing the impending crisis, Fu Dongliu waved his right hand, summoning a black saber, about three meters long, with blades on both sides, exuding a chilling aura.

“The boss’s Longque Saber.”

The people of the Western Border recognized the saber, their eyes focused, expressions changing dramatically.

“A hundred years ago, the Old Ancestors of the main vein joined forces to craft this sacred weapon specifically for the boss.”

Such treatment was unique to Fu Dongliu among the Eighteen Veins of the Western Border.

“Chen Qingyuan can force the boss to go all out; losing to him is no shame!”

The other Heaven’s Pride knew of this and could only feel envy, not daring to harbor jealousy, for they acknowledged Fu Dongliu’s qualifications, accepting it wholeheartedly.

In the starry sky, Chen Qingyuan unleashed a full-force strike, shattering hundreds of blade lights blocking his path.

Then, Chen Qingyuan swiftly charged at Fu Dongliu, his silver spear creating several spear flowers, shattering the void ahead into circular storms, sealing off a vast area.

The space around Fu Dongliu twisted, his expression serious. He drew his saber and shouted, “Ha!”

“Boom!”

The silver spear collided with the saber, the resulting pressure exploding like a boulder falling into water, splashing waves far and wide.

The shockwaves spread far, stirring up gales across the ancient star of Yanchang, the howling wind echoing through the skies, causing many people’s clothes to flap and hair to become disheveled.

“Clang——”

After a moment of confrontation, both retreated a distance.

Although Chen Qingyuan was only at the late Elemental Infant stage, his body contained vast spiritual power, far exceeding his realm.

Because of this, Chen Qingyuan could confront Fu Dongliu, who was at the late Transformation stage, head-on without falling behind.

“You’ve given me too many surprises.”

Fu Dongliu’s Ten Thousand Blades Formation was broken, forcing him to bring out his life-bound sacred weapon. Among his peers, Chen Qingyuan was the first to make him go all out, filling him with both shock and excitement.

Both attacked simultaneously, blade and spear clashing, laws colliding.

Fortunately, the battlefield was in the starry sky; otherwise, the resulting storm would have greatly impacted the onlookers.

“Boom, boom, boom…”

After hundreds of rounds, Chen Qingyuan’s left leg was injured by Fu Dongliu, causing blood to flow again, a section of bone broken, his lower garments soaked in blood.

Fu Dongliu also suffered, a deep wound on his left cheek extending from his chin to the corner of his eye, a ghastly sight.

Had Fu Dongliu not defended in time, half his face might have been sliced off by Chen Qingyuan’s silver spear.

The battle grew fiercer, the clanging and roaring breaking through the void’s boundaries, reaching the ancient star of Yanchang, falling into the ears of many.

“Let’s see how long you can hold out.”

Fu Dongliu touched the wound on his cheek, his expression slightly ferocious, his gaze sharper, murmuring softly.

For the first time in years, Fu Dongliu was injured by a peer, his emotions complex, a mix of anger, excitement, joy, anticipation, and the frustration of losing face.

A myriad of feelings, hard to describe.

One thing was certain: Fu Dongliu had changed his initial thoughts, now viewing Chen Qingyuan as his strongest peer, without equal.

Despite the gap of a major realm, Chen Qingyuan could still fight Fu Dongliu to a standstill. This alone set him apart from all peers worldwide.

“Chen Qingyuan, dare you fight on?”

Fu Dongliu looked at the shattered void ahead, vaguely seeing Chen Qingyuan’s figure, using the power of laws to shout loudly.

At the same time, from the abyss behind him, a giant tree seemed to grow, containing terrifying power.

Visible to the naked eye, above the abyss, the giant tree blossomed, its branches and leaves lush.

Such a phenomenon symbolized Fu Dongliu’s supreme foundation, as unfathomable as the abyss, yet possessing unimaginable vitality like a towering tree.

Ancient laws of the Great Dao emerged from the abyss, flowing around Fu Dongliu.

Though the river of laws had some flaws, not entirely real, it was something Fu Dongliu comprehended through his own strength.

Countless streams of light burst from the river, highlighting his majestic figure, like a king among men, whose wrath could lay waste to millions.

“What kind of supernatural power is this?”

The evildoers below were dumbfounded, their hearts gripped by fear, their throats choked, struggling to breathe.

“Never seen it before.”

The people of the Eighteen Veins of the Western Border were also stunned, never having seen Fu Dongliu use it before. In their impression, no peer had ever forced Fu Dongliu to go all out.

“What a terrifying phenomenon, a giant tree growing from the abyss, laws of light stretching thirty thousand miles.”

The battle had just begun, over a hundred moves exchanged, yet it had escalated to this point, shocking everyone present.

Fu Dongliu intended to use all he had learned in his life, holding nothing back.

Once he made a move, Fu Dongliu couldn’t hold back at a critical moment.

“Why wouldn’t I dare?”

Chen Qingyuan slowly walked out from the shattered space, holding his silver spear at an angle, dressed in blood-stained white clothes, his voice not loud but striking the soul.

Hearing this, Fu Dongliu smiled.

This is my opponent, unafraid of death, fighting with all his might.

No matter what the future holds, you, Chen Qingyuan, will be my strongest opponent in this life.

To show respect for Chen Qingyuan, Fu Dongliu would hold nothing back, using all his strength to defeat him.

“If you fall in this battle, I will honor you in the years to come.”

Fu Dongliu summoned the laws of light, seemingly bathing in them, his aura unparalleled.

“Don’t be too confident.” Chen Qingyuan moved dozens of miles in a step, his figure ghostly, his voice like a bell, deafening: “Have you truly seen through my strength?”

As soon as he finished speaking, the silver spear in Chen Qingyuan’s hand trembled slightly, infinite power erupting like a volcano, instantly flooding the area.

From the start of the battle until now, Chen Qingyuan had never used the true power of the silver spear, merely treating it as an indestructible object to display his spear skills.

The silver spear’s sliver of spiritual wisdom had been in a dormant state.

Now, since Fu Dongliu was going all out, Chen Qingyuan couldn’t hold back either.

The Saint-grade Three-Dan Pill foundation, unless absolutely necessary, should not be revealed.

As for other trump cards, if they couldn’t be hidden, there was no need to conceal them.

“Woo——”

The ancient silver spear began to awaken.

Even with only a fragment of its spiritual wisdom remaining, capable of displaying only one ten-thousandth of its peak power, it was incomparable to ordinary weapons.