Feng Chen struggled, the harder he tried, the more impossible it was to break free.

The feeling of suffocation intensified, causing Feng Chen’s eyes to roll back, blood streaming from his seven orifices, almost unable to hold on.

If this continued, Zhangsun Fengye might really strangle Feng Chen to death.

On the brink of life and death, Feng Chen gambled, accepting the worsening of his injuries. He kicked Zhangsun Fengye in the chest with his right foot, gripped the bamboo joint tightly with his right hand, and used the force to fling himself backward.

Because Zhangsun Fengye never let go, a large chunk of flesh was torn from Feng Chen’s neck.

“Poof—”

Only a small portion of Feng Chen’s neck remained, blood vessels burst, and blood uncontrollably gushed out, splattering into the air and soaking his clothes.

At this moment, he was in an extremely wretched state, covered in blood, with ghastly wounds, making him look horrifying.

Feng Chen immediately pressed a key acupuncture point on his body, temporarily stopping the blood flow.

Then, he stared at Zhangsun Fengye with bloodshot eyes, his throat crushed, forcing him to speak through ventriloquism, “You win.”

Even though Feng Chen was unwilling to admit it, he had to face reality.

If the fight continued, Feng Chen would undoubtedly die.

Admitting defeat was the only option.

Zhangsun Fengye licked his lips, a sinister smile on his face.

“Whoosh”

Accepting his loss, Feng Chen directly took out a Fortune Green Lotus and threw it over.

Afterward, Feng Chen scanned the crowd, worried that his current injuries would make him an easy target. He needed to leave quickly and find a safe place to heal.

“You’re strong, enough to stand at the pinnacle of your peers. But a word of advice, don’t play with fire and get burned.”

Feng Chen was very wary of Zhangsun Fengye’s second personality, even giving it a high evaluation. However, the downside of the second personality was also obvious—it could easily devour the primary personality.

Once Zhangsun Fengye’s primary personality lost control, he would no longer be himself but a terrifying demon.

After saying this, Feng Chen turned and left.

“Holy Son!”

Some core disciples of the Qianchen Sect immediately followed, preventing anyone with ill intentions from ambushing Feng Chen and protecting his Dao.

“How ruthless!”

Heaven’s Pride from various factions witnessed the battle, gaining a new understanding of Zhangsun Fengye. If Feng Chen hadn’t had some skill, he would have lost his life.

“The number one Heaven’s Pride of the Northern Wilderness, undoubtedly.”

After this battle, everyone acknowledged Zhangsun Fengye’s strength, placing him among the top evildoers of the current era.

“If he can make this berserk state his norm, his power would be even more terrifying.”

In other words, Zhangsun Fengye still had a lot of room for growth.

Confirming the end of the battle, Zhangsun Fengye suppressed his second personality, returning to normal.

“Hiss—It really hurts!”

Zhangsun Fengye clutched his chest wound, grimacing in pain.

“No wonder he’s the man I have my eye on, truly impressive!”

Chen Qingyuan cast a look of admiration at Zhangsun Fengye, advising him to rest well and avoid fighting for a while.

Next, Chen Qingyuan began to settle the spirit stone bets.

“Sigh! What a pity.”

Those who had bet on Feng Chen to win looked grim, sighing in regret.

“Hurry, pay up!”

The winners were overjoyed, crowding around Chen Qingyuan, shouting loudly.

After half an hour of chaos, Chen Qingyuan finally finished.

Counting the total, he only made a few tens of thousands of high-quality spirit stones.

Ultimately, it was because of those bastards from the Western Border, betting on Zhangsun Fengye to win for no reason.

“At least I didn’t lose money, not too bad!”

Chen Qingyuan could only console himself this way, but his eyes occasionally glanced at the people from the Western Border, wanting to cut them down.

Cleaning up the battlefield naturally fell to Chen Qingyuan.

He cleared the residual law energy from the battlefield and restored the shattered arena to its original state. After finishing all this, Chen Qingyuan finally sat down to rest.

But just as he sat down, a hostile voice came from the left, “The stage is set, who’s next?”

Chen Qingyuan turned to see that the speaker was Fu Dongliu, the leader of the Western Border.

Fu Dongliu, dressed in black, was handsome and had a cold, arrogant gaze.

“Buddha’s child, someone is looking for trouble with you.”

After exchanging a glance with Fu Dongliu, Chen Qingyuan withdrew his gaze and turned to Daochen Buddha’s child, who was chanting with a wooden fish.

Upon hearing this, Daochen Buddha’s child stopped, seemingly ready to fight, just waiting for someone to challenge him.

“I’m not interested in the Buddha’s child from the Eastern Land.”

Fu Dongliu said.

“Oh?” Chen Qingyuan’s eyebrows slightly furrowed, meeting his gaze without backing down, “What do you mean by that?”

“I want to fight you, do you dare to accept the challenge?”

A faint smile appeared on Fu Dongliu’s lips, his eyes showing a subtle change.

Fu Dongliu was extremely curious about Chen Qingyuan.

What kind of charisma did he have to make the Buddha’s child from the Eastern Land follow him all the way and be treated so highly by the number one Heaven’s Pride of the Northern Wilderness?

The crowd, who had been discussing the details of the battle between Zhangsun Fengye and Feng Chen, suddenly found the atmosphere tense as Fu Dongliu challenged Chen Qingyuan, drawing everyone’s attention to him.

The entire place fell silent, the atmosphere heavy, a killing intent spreading to every corner of the ancient star.

In most people’s eyes, Chen Qingyuan was overshadowed by the brilliance of the Buddha’s child from the Eastern Land and others, appearing somewhat ordinary and not very prominent.

Moreover, Chen Qingyuan’s involvement in betting added a touch of worldliness, causing many to overlook him, not paying much attention.

Now, with Fu Dongliu targeting Chen Qingyuan, everyone’s interest in Chen Qingyuan greatly increased.

“The number one evildoer of the Western Border actually challenges Chen Qingyuan.”

“Although Chen Qingyuan is one of the Ten Heroes of the Northern Wilderness, he’s not qualified to contend with such a top-tier evildoer!”

“The Hundred Veins Banquet of the Five Regions’ Heaven’s Pride. The competition among the younger generation has only just begun.”

In the past few decades, Heaven’s Pride from various factions sought fortune and avoided the strongest. Due to Chen Qingyuan’s interference, evildoers from all veins gathered here, creating a grand scene with endless battles.

“Interesting.”

Wang Shutong from the Pear Blossom Palace of the Southern Region openly scrutinized Chen Qingyuan. Dressed in a white dress, untouched by dust, she stood there, surrounded by ice, unapproachable.

Heaven’s Pride from the Eighteen Veins of the Western Border showed amused expressions, not taking Chen Qingyuan seriously.

“I only have the cultivation level of the Elemental Infant stage. Fighting you would be bullying.” Chen Qingyuan wasn’t foolish; without benefits or a guaranteed victory, there was no need to fight, “I refuse to fight you.”

His words left the crowd in shock.