“Why?”

The people of the Western Border didn’t quite understand Fu Dongliu’s words and pressed him for an explanation.

“Carefully observe the moment he made his move; he mobilized the spiritual power in his dantian,” Fu Dongliu patiently explained. “Under normal circumstances, when we mobilize spiritual qi, it only circulates once through the meridians. But Chen Qingyuan is different. Although he tried to conceal it, you can still see some traces—his spiritual qi circulated twice.”

“So…” The crowd wasn’t foolish; the explanation was clear enough, and they exclaimed in surprise, “He has two golden cores as his foundation.”

Fu Dongliu didn’t respond, which was as good as an acknowledgment.

This speculation caused an uproar, stirring a huge wave of discussion.

“Boom!”

While everyone was still heatedly discussing, a sudden change occurred in the battle above, a loud noise drawing everyone’s attention.

Yang Suirong had used all his strength but couldn’t defeat Chen Qingyuan as he had hoped. In desperation, he resorted to his last-ditch effort.

An ancient, yellowed mirror.

The ancient mirror had a deep crack on it, indicating severe damage from long ago.

“This kid is serious!”

Others might not know the terror of this ancient mirror, but the people of the Western Border certainly did, and their expressions changed drastically.

Rumor had it that the ancient mirror was a weapon of a top-tier Powerful Figure, damaged in a great battle. After many twists and turns, it ended up in the Western Border and was obtained by Yang Suirong.

However, although Yang Suirong was fated to possess the mirror, his strength was too weak to fully wield its power. Moreover, the mirror contained a bizarre Law that Yang Suirong couldn’t suppress.

Once, in the Western Border, Yang Suirong used the mirror to subdue an opponent much stronger than himself.

But forcibly activating the mirror had severely damaged Yang Suirong’s body. If not for the timely intervention of his elders, his soul might have been devoured by the mirror’s Law.

“Boss, should we stop Old Yang?”

Someone asked, worried that things might spiral out of control.

“No need.”

Fu Dongliu thought for a moment and then said.

This was Yang Suirong’s choice. Since he had decided, he must have considered the consequences.

Moreover, Fu Dongliu wanted to see if Chen Qingyuan could withstand it.

The battle above took a turn. The ancient mirror floated in front of Yang Suirong, and he lightly touched the back of the mirror with his right index finger.

A cut appeared on his fingertip, and blood flowed out, absorbed by the mirror.

Visible to the naked eye, a circle of crimson marks appeared on the surface of the mirror, adding a touch of eeriness.

“Boom!”

A beam of light shot out from the mirror, covering Chen Qingyuan’s position.

Chen Qingyuan’s body was bound, unable to move for a moment.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yang Suirong pointed with his left hand, unleashing an extremely fierce Supernatural Power.

“Boom…”

The power of the Dao Technique pierced through Chen Qingyuan’s body, directly injuring his internal organs.

Chen Qingyuan’s expression changed abruptly, showing surprise and pain.

If not for the sword intent around him blocking part of the Dao Technique’s power, Chen Qingyuan’s injuries would have been even more severe.

In the next moment, Chen Qingyuan broke free from the Law’s binding power of the ancient mirror. Not daring to continue entangling, he threw out the Yulan Sword, controlling it with his mind, and launched a full-force attack.

Due to the great consumption of activating the ancient mirror, Yang Suirong’s face was pale, and his body was slightly stiff.

The Yulan Sword transformed into a stream of light, its sword momentum far stronger than before.

Facing this sword, Yang Suirong was somewhat panicked.

According to Yang Suirong’s expectations, borrowing the power of the ancient mirror should have been enough to defeat Chen Qingyuan. He hadn’t considered the possibility of Chen Qingyuan resisting.

“Swish—”

The treasured sword tore through the sky, reaching Yang Suirong in just a few breaths.

When Yang Suirong intended to use the ancient mirror for defense, it was already too late.

A flash of sword light, and Yang Suirong’s right arm was severed at the shoulder, accompanied by a scream, “Ah!”

Immediately, the Yulan Sword, following Chen Qingyuan’s will, changed its trajectory and stabbed towards Yang Suirong’s heart from behind.

The sword momentum was fierce and unstoppable.

Seeing this, the group from the Western Border couldn’t hold back any longer and wanted to intervene.

“Amitabha.”

Suddenly, Daochen Buddha’s child appeared in front of the Western Border crowd, hands clasped together, looking solemn.

Clearly, the Buddha’s child wouldn’t allow anyone to interfere with the changes on the battlefield.

The Heaven’s Pride of the Western Border were very wary of Daochen Buddha’s child and hesitated.

In that moment of hesitation, the Yulan Sword pierced through Yang Suirong’s heart from back to front.

“Boom”

The Law fluctuations on Yang Suirong’s body dissipated, and the ancient mirror floating in front of him lost its luster.

He widened his eyes, unable to believe he had failed.

Looking down at his chest, a sharp sword had pierced his heart, and thick blood dripped from the blade.

That truly chilling feeling made him feel fear and panic.

The breath of death came over him, making his body tremble, his face covered in cold sweat, and his eyes filled with terror.

At this moment, if Chen Qingyuan exerted a bit more force, he could take Yang Suirong’s life.

Would he do it?

Usually, Chen Qingyuan didn’t want to cause trouble and just wanted to make money quietly.

But just now, if Chen Qingyuan hadn’t had a good trump card, he would have definitely died at Yang Suirong’s hands.

At that moment, Yang Suirong, borrowing the power of the ancient mirror, had unleashed a ruthless Supernatural Power without any mercy.

Chen Qingyuan came to Yang Suirong, his face cold.

In a combat state, Chen Qingyuan was never afraid of provoking enemies.

Even if killing Yang Suirong would offend many Heaven’s Pride of the Western Border, so what?

“Spare his life!”

Western Border’s leader, Fu Dongliu, glanced at Daochen Buddha’s child blocking his way, knowing it was not the time to intervene, and could only shout upwards.

“Do you think that’s possible?”

Chen Qingyuan paused, looked down at Fu Dongliu, his eyes indifferent.

“I’ll pay for his life, will that work?”

Fu Dongliu shouted.

“How much is a Heaven’s Pride of the Western Border worth?”

Talking about money, Chen Qingyuan could consider it.

“Name your price.”

Fu Dongliu, dressed in black, looked indifferent, not showing any tension, as if Yang Suirong’s life wasn’t important to him.

If not for maintaining internal stability in the Western Border, Fu Dongliu wouldn’t even bother.

“Show your sincerity.”

Chen Qingyuan liked to keep the initiative in his hands and threw the question back.

“Fifty thousand top-grade spirit stones.”

Fu Dongliu pondered for a moment and said.

“Not enough.” Chen Qingyuan shook his head.

A top-grade spirit vein could quickly yield a hundred thousand spirit stones. In other words, Fu Dongliu’s price was only half a top-grade spirit vein.

Trying to buy the life of an Evildoer from the Western Border with such a small amount was too cheap.

“One hundred thousand.”

Fu Dongliu said again.

Chen Qingyuan still shook his head.

“Final offer, two hundred thousand.” Fu Dongliu slowly clenched his fists, his eyes slightly changing, and his previously calm tone now carried a hint of coldness. “If that’s not enough, then kill him!”