Today, Chen Qingyuan wore a white robe, spotless and pristine.

His jet-black hair was tied with a coarse cloth, but a few strands escaped, dancing freely in the wind. The thick black hair made his neck appear even whiter, flawless.

His belt hung loosely on his left side, swaying with the wind, carefree and unrestrained.

His face was handsome, with distinct features, thick eyebrows, and large eyes, and a slightly prominent nose.

One hand was behind his back, the other hung gently at his side as he walked slowly, ethereal like an immortal.

“He’s here.”

All eyes turned to Chen Qingyuan, noticing that he looked exceptionally handsome today, as if he had stepped out of a painting, flawless.

“Is this really Chen Qingyuan?”

Everyone recalled Chen Qingyuan’s past behavior, which was completely different from now, like two different people.

“When this guy gets serious, his handsomeness almost rivals mine.”

Zhangsun Fengye rarely saw Chen Qingyuan so serious, his white robe as pure as snow, like an immortal descending to the mortal world.

Even the usually composed Daochen Buddha’s child couldn’t help but glance at Zhangsun Fengye after hearing this, his mouth twitching slightly.

As the saying goes, “One who stays near vermilion gets stained red, one who stays near ink gets stained black.”

Zhangsun Fengye and Chen Qingyuan had spent so much time together that their narcissism was on par.

“Is he really Chen Qingyuan?”

The women of Pear Blossom Palace found it hard to reconcile the past Chen Qingyuan with the present one, as if they were two different people. Many of them had their eyes sparkling, their hearts secretly moved.

There were many handsome young talents, but the innate noble aura was not something that could be faked.

Today, Chen Qingyuan was like a solitary pine on a mountain peak, cold and aloof, untouchable.

“Such a pretentious act.”

Some young men muttered under their breath, thinking Chen Qingyuan was putting on too much of a show.

Normally, Chen Qingyuan lived a carefree life, running around for money. But this time, it was about his dignity, touching his bottom line, so he had to go all out and take it seriously.

“Dao Friend Chen, want to open a betting pool?”

An old gambling friend shouted.

They trusted Chen Qingyuan’s gambling ethics, knowing he wouldn’t rig the game.

To this, Chen Qingyuan acted as if he hadn’t heard, his eyes fixed on Fu Dongliu in the void ahead. With a step, he covered a thousand feet, leaving several afterimages behind, as graceful as the wind.

So cold and aloof!

You weren’t like this before, you’ve changed.

The old gambling friends stood there in a daze, feeling a sense of abandonment.

In the distant void, Fu Dongliu sensed a powerful aura approaching. He knew his opponent had arrived.

Fu Dongliu slowly opened his eyes, exuding extreme coldness, freezing everything within ten miles, with a strong wind howling.

Chen Qingyuan stopped, facing Fu Dongliu from a hundred miles away.

Their eyes met, and the atmosphere was tense.

Heaven’s Pride from various realms on the ancient star of Yanchang looked up, holding their breath. Many had been waiting for this battle for years, afraid of missing it due to some reason.

“Once I strike, I won’t hold back.”

Fu Dongliu said, his hands behind his back, his black robe fluttering.

“Neither will I.”

Chen Qingyuan replied, his white robe as pure as snow.

One in black, one in white, like the forces of yin and yang, destined for this unavoidable battle.

“Do you need me to suppress my cultivation level to fight you?”

Fu Dongliu suggested.

In the past, Chen Qingyuan would have gladly accepted.

But at this moment, Chen Qingyuan shook his head. “No need.”

This battle wasn’t about fighting at the same realm but about their true strength.

Cultivation level gained through hard work was also part of one’s strength. Fighting at the same realm was only for specific occasions.

Would he ask an old fellow to suppress their cultivation level to fight him if he offended them in the future?

It would already be lucky if an old powerful figure didn’t kill him with one slap.

“Draw your sword!”

Hearing Chen Qingyuan’s answer, Fu Dongliu didn’t relax but became even more cautious.

Chen Qingyuan shook his head without speaking.

Seeing this, Fu Dongliu thought Chen Qingyuan was being arrogant, not even drawing his sword against him, feeling a bit angry.

“If you don’t draw your sword now, you won’t have a chance later.”

Fu Dongliu had been gathering his strength for a long time. If he struck, it would be a thunderous blow, and few among the evildoers present could withstand it.

Originally, Fu Dongliu wanted Chen Qingyuan to draw his sword and form a Sword Dao barrier, giving him some reaction time. But Chen Qingyuan didn’t draw his sword, his hands empty, maintaining a calm demeanor.

If you lose, it will be because of your arrogance.

As an opponent, Fu Dongliu’s reminder was already quite considerate.

“Chen Qingyuan is courting death, daring to be so arrogant against the boss.”

“The boss has been here for a year, hiding his aura. If a battle breaks out, it will be unstoppable. Who can stand against him?”

“Maybe he’s doing this on purpose, so if he loses, he has an excuse, saying he wasn’t prepared, rather than a huge gap in strength.”

The people from the Western Border thought Chen Qingyuan was too arrogant, not drawing his sword at this moment, which was no different from admitting defeat.

“What is he doing?”

Not only the Heaven’s Pride from the Western Border but cultivators from other regions were also puzzled, looking confused.

“Does he have a backup plan, or is he choosing to lose this way knowing he can’t win?”

Wang Shutong, the Saintess of Pear Blossom Palace, frowned, thinking to herself.

If she were to face Fu Dongliu, she wouldn’t dare to act like this, needing to be fully prepared, not daring to be careless.

As everyone discussed, Fu Dongliu decided to strike.

After a moment of eye contact, seeing that Chen Qingyuan had no intention of drawing his sword, Fu Dongliu didn’t want to wait any longer, planning to take the initiative and suppress him with a thunderous strike.

Maybe, I misjudged my opponent!

Fu Dongliu thought, raising his right hand slowly. Behind him, a black abyss appeared, like a chaotic beast opening its mouth, capable of swallowing the entire ancient star of Yanchang, its pressure overwhelming, making everyone break out in cold sweat, trembling.

Boom!

In his palm, the universe, containing all laws.

With a palm strike, countless chains of law within him broke, and the accumulated momentum surged like a flood.

At this moment, the sky was torn open, a huge rift appearing, with endless pressure pouring out, instantly engulfing the space where Chen Qingyuan stood.

The Heaven’s Pride below, just looking at it, felt their bodies heavy, the pressure immense, their souls trembling.

“If you can’t withstand even one of my palms, how dare you call yourself Heaven’s Pride of this era.”

Fu Dongliu shouted, seemingly mocking Chen Qingyuan, yet also urging him to go all out, not to lose like this.

Chen Qingyuan was already enveloped by the powerful momentum, and Fu Dongliu’s full-force palm strike was about to land on him.

Whether it was a moment of hesitation or intentional, Chen Qingyuan’s eyes finally changed at the last possible moment, becoming sharp as a knife.

His aura exploded like a bamboo tube filled with water, splashing in all directions.

“Come!”

Chen Qingyuan reached to his side with his right hand, his mouth uttering a low shout.