Fu Dongliu saw that Chen Qingyuan was no longer retreating. He thrust his spear forward, his face filled with shock, and swung his blade several times in an attempt to block.
His mind was in disarray, and his composure was lost.
Each swing of his blade had flaws, and he was forced back by the might of Chen Qingyuan’s spear.
The spear tip pierced forward, a beam of light surged into the starry sky, shattering all the floating boulders around them into dust.
“Bang!”
Fu Dongliu formed a hand seal with his left hand, creating hundreds of shields in front of him. Unfortunately, the spear’s power was overwhelming, piercing through everything, shattering all the spiritual shields.
“The situation is dire.”
At this moment, a trace of despair emerged deep in Fu Dongliu’s eyes, and his Dao Heart began to waver uncontrollably.
Even though he wielded the power of the abyssal phenomenon and his blade was incredibly sharp, he couldn’t withstand Chen Qingyuan’s all-out attack fueled by his entire spiritual energy.
“Boom!”
A massive storm eye appeared in the starry sky, terrifying laws intertwined, emitting a piercing “sizzle” sound, accompanied by flashes of lightning and thunder.
The spectators couldn’t see the specific scene within the storm eye, their bodies tense, eyes unblinking.
The cultivators of the Eighteen Veins of the Western Border were extremely worried. In that instant, it was clear that Fu Dongliu was at a disadvantage. The current situation seemed ominous!
“If you can withstand this move, I will no longer hold back, even if it means risking being targeted by the old fellows, I will fulfill my pre-battle promise.”
Before the battle, Chen Qingyuan had said something to Fu Dongliu.
“Fighting me will be the biggest mistake of your life. I will become a nightmare that haunts you forever.”
Chen Qingyuan had no intention of revealing so many of his cards; he just wanted to sit back and count his money.
But evildoers always bring calamity upon themselves.
Despite Chen Qingyuan’s seemingly mercenary demeanor, heavy with the aura of the mortal world, Fu Dongliu’s keen eyes saw that Chen Qingyuan was no ordinary Heaven’s Pride and insisted on challenging him.
The Heaven’s Pride of the Western Border openly mocked him, gradually pushing Chen Qingyuan to his limit.
Given the circumstances, how could he not fight?
Not only would he fight, but he would also fight to win.
This strike drained all the spiritual energy within Chen Qingyuan, leaving nothing in reserve.
If Fu Dongliu could still withstand this, Chen Qingyuan would have no choice but to reveal the existence of his third Golden Core Foundation. Only then could he truly utilize the power of his foundation, quickly restoring his depleted spiritual energy, and his strength would increase by at least several folds.
Perhaps many of the spectators couldn’t understand why Chen Qingyuan was fighting so desperately.
If Chen Qingyuan lost this battle, it would greatly hinder his future cultivation. Being provoked and having his bottom line touched by the people of the Western Border, if he were defeated, his mind would be clouded, and the consequences would be unpredictable.
The same was true for Fu Dongliu. He had initiated this battle, and if he lost, it would become a knot in his heart, difficult to untangle.
“Boom——”
The storm eye on the battlefield exploded, and the figures of Chen Qingyuan and Fu Dongliu reappeared before everyone’s eyes.
Seeing the scene in the starry sky, everyone was shocked, leaping up, their souls trembling.
A silver spear pierced through Fu Dongliu’s heart, his internal organs reduced to a mushy mess.
Fu Dongliu gripped his unfamiliar blade with his right hand, seemingly using all his strength to press the blade against Chen Qingyuan’s head. However, his right hand trembled violently, the blade suppressed by Chen Qingyuan’s might, unable to advance even an inch.
“Cough…”
Blood spilled from Fu Dongliu’s mouth, each cough causing his entire body to convulse in pain.
His eyes, blood-red, filled with countless blood vessels, reflected the image of Chen Qingyuan.
His left arm, already severely injured, was swept by the spear’s might, severed at the shoulder, and shattered into a mist of blood.
A gaping wound marred his chest, a horrifying sight.
His black clothes, tattered and soaked in blood, had no dry spot.
Blood dripped from the torn edges of his clothes, “drip, drip,” floating in the starry sky, then swallowed by a black hole like a giant abyssal mouth, leaving no trace.
The violent pressure continued to emanate from Chen Qingyuan, causing Fu Dongliu’s body to tremble uncontrollably.
If he could, Fu Dongliu wished to maintain a heroic posture. However, he had temporarily lost control of his body, every inch of his skin trembling instinctively.
Chen Qingyuan’s spiritual energy was exhausted and depleted.
Hundreds of spirit stones appeared before him, absorbed by Chen Qingyuan, turning to dust.
Relying on the temporarily refined power of the spirit stones, Chen Qingyuan regained a bit of strength, and said expressionlessly, “You have lost.”
Fu Dongliu and Chen Qingyuan stared at each other at close range, the silver spear connecting them like a bizarre bridge.
Fu Dongliu opened his mouth, more blood flowing out, whether from lack of strength or having nothing to say, he quickly closed his mouth, remaining silent.
“Boss!”
After a long moment of shock, the people of the Western Border, anxious and frantic, called out loudly, wanting to rush to the battlefield.
“Clang——”
Suddenly, a golden light descended from the sky, knocking down the dozen or so Heaven’s Pride who had leaped into the air.
A massive golden Buddha appeared in the void, slowly raising its right hand, a golden “卍” symbol rotating in its palm. The Buddha’s light illuminated the scene, causing the thousands of Heaven’s Pride present to gasp, their palms sweating, not daring to act rashly.
“The battle is not over; no one is allowed to interfere.”
Daochen Buddha’s child stood in the air, hands clasped together, with the giant golden Buddha’s shadow behind him.
This was the first time the Buddha’s child had displayed the top supernatural power of the Buddhist Sect in front of everyone, showcasing an incredibly strong stance, shocking the entire scene, making everyone understand the true weight of the Buddha’s child from the Eastern Land.
The Heaven’s Pride of the Eighteen Veins of the Western Border were extremely anxious, disregarding the consequences, planning to rush forward together, drive away Daochen Buddha’s child, and protect Fu Dongliu’s life.
Facing the approaching people of the Western Border, Daochen Buddha’s child remained indifferent, as if he didn’t take them seriously.
If you dare to make a move, I am willing to send you to the Western Paradise to meet the Buddha.
“Let them come.”
Chen Qingyuan noticed the commotion on the ancient star of Yanchang, sending a sound transmission.
Hearing Chen Qingyuan’s words, Daochen Buddha’s child withdrew his supernatural power, stepped aside, and softly chanted, “Amitabha.”
Without the Buddha’s child’s suppression, the people of the Western Border rushed to the depths of the starry sky as quickly as possible. Seeing the silver spear piercing Fu Dongliu’s heart, they dared not act rashly towards Chen Qingyuan, glaring at him.
“Plop.”
Chen Qingyuan had no intention of killing Fu Dongliu and withdrew the silver spear.
Without the support of the spear, Fu Dongliu’s body couldn’t remain steady, drifting with the storm on the battlefield.
At this moment, the evildoers of the Western Border flashed to Fu Dongliu’s side, shielding him. They sealed his bleeding wounds, refined medicinal herbs into his body, and used the secret arts of the Western Border to protect his foundation, among other things.
After doing all this, the people of the Western Border finally breathed a slight sigh of relief.
Then, they turned to look at Chen Qingyuan, their eyes filled with complex emotions. They had never thought their boss would lose, especially to Chen Qingyuan, whose cultivation level was only at the Elemental Infant stage.
This result was unacceptable to any of them.
“Cough…” Fu Dongliu regained some strength, dragging his heavily injured body, being supported as he walked towards Chen Qingyuan, his gaze dim, his voice hoarse, “Is this your full strength?”