A silver spear fell into his hands.

An indescribable force of time spread throughout the void. A power that had weathered countless ages erupted from the spear, sweeping across everything in its path.

The appearance of the silver spear obliterated Fu Dongliu’s oppressive aura as if it were nothing.

Immediately, Chen Qingyuan gripped the spear tightly with both hands and thrust it forward with great force.

The spear tip met the palm strike, and for a moment, they were locked in a stalemate. A massive eye of the storm formed at the center, terrifying in its intensity.

After a few breaths, the palm strike shattered, and the spear’s power pierced through the heavens, shattering Fu Dongliu’s accumulated momentum in an instant.

Everything happened so suddenly that the crowd’s expressions still showed their disbelief in Chen Qingyuan. Who would have thought that Chen Qingyuan would destroy Fu Dongliu’s momentum head-on, standing firm as a mountain, his white robes fluttering like an immortal, holding his spear with an astonishing presence.

It took a moment for the crowd to react, utterly shocked, their mouths agape, unsure how to express their astonishment: “This…”

At the moment his momentum was broken, Fu Dongliu’s pupils contracted rapidly, his mouth slightly open, and an unmistakable look of shock appeared on his stern face.

He had never expected Chen Qingyuan to break the impasse in such a manner.

“The opponent I have my eyes on should indeed have such brilliance.”

Fu Dongliu was stunned for a while, then slowly came back to his senses, a hint of excitement appearing on his face as he muttered to himself.

If he didn’t have this level of skill, wouldn’t my wait have been in vain?

Defeating a powerful figure brings a sense of accomplishment; this battle is meaningful.

“Isn’t Chen Qingyuan a sword cultivator? How does he also master the spear?”

No one could answer this question, their confusion deepening.

“Don’t look at me; I have no idea what’s going on either.”

Zhangsun Fengye, feeling the many questioning gazes, spoke with a complex expression.

In the eyes of the crowd, Zhangsun Fengye and Chen Qingyuan were friends, so he should know this.

In reality, Zhangsun Fengye knew nothing.

“He can master Sword Dao and comprehend the Half-Step Swordless Realm. How could he also achieve mastery in the spear?”

Many swallowed hard, hoping this wasn’t true, or else Chen Qingyuan would be too monstrous.

Most people can’t even reach the entry level in one path, yet Chen Qingyuan could achieve success in multiple paths, making them shiver at the thought.

“As his brother, I know nothing.”

Zhangsun Fengye was dumbfounded, wanting to beat Chen Qingyuan up and get some answers.

After Chen Qingyuan broke the impasse, the crowd’s interest in the battle grew, focusing intently, not wanting to miss any exciting moments.

“Aren’t you a sword cultivator?”

Fu Dongliu asked on behalf of everyone.

“Sort of.” Chen Qingyuan replied, holding the spear in his right hand as he walked forward.

“You also master the spear?”

Fu Dongliu and the other evildoers could see that the silver spear in Chen Qingyuan’s hand was extraordinary, marked with the traces of time, likely an ancient weapon.

“I know a thing or two.”

Chen Qingyuan’s face remained calm, his steps never faltering.

“Interesting.”

So you’ve been hiding this deeply.

Fu Dongliu smiled, feeling his blood boil for the first time in many years due to such a strong and intriguing opponent.

Swish—

Chen Qingyuan suddenly attacked, sweeping the spear horizontally, tearing through the void, and unleashing a beam of Law light that spanned a hundred miles, reaching Fu Dongliu in the blink of an eye.

Fu Dongliu’s eyes narrowed, raising his left hand, a Dao diagram of Yin and Yang appearing in his palm.

He then pushed forward with his left hand, conjuring dozens of Law barriers for defense.

Boom—

In an instant, the beam of Law light from Chen Qingyuan’s sweep pierced through over fifty protective barriers, its speed slowing afterward.

Seeing the barriers about to shatter, Fu Dongliu reinforced his defense, pushing forward with both hands.

Rip—

The spear light cut through, shattering the barriers.

Although Fu Dongliu blocked the attack, a slight sting hit him.

Looking down, he saw a shallow cut in his right palm, a few drops of blood oozing from the wound.

“So sharp!”

Among his peers, Fu Dongliu hadn’t been injured in over a hundred years. He looked at the wound in his palm, not with anger, but with even greater excitement and anticipation.

Chen Qingyuan’s displayed strength made Fu Dongliu exceptionally happy, like an unexpected joy.

“The spear Dao has reached the pinnacle!”

With this move, the evildoers saw Chen Qingyuan’s mastery of the spear Dao, their emotions surging, hearts pounding with shock.

“Is he even human?”

To clash head-on with Fu Dongliu at the Elemental Infant stage without falling behind, mastering Sword Dao to the Half-Step Swordless Realm, and reaching the pinnacle of spear Dao. Moreover, he had the Twin Golden Core Foundations of the Holy Grade and had comprehended numerous Dao techniques and supernatural powers.

Thinking about it, the crowd realized how monstrous Chen Qingyuan was, almost inhuman.

“He never said his strongest skill was swordsmanship.”

Recalling carefully, the Heaven’s Pride from the Northern Wilderness spoke with trembling voices full of terror. Only today did they truly understand how monstrous Chen Qingyuan was, feeling fortunate not to have become his enemy, as the consequences would be unimaginable.

“Indeed! He never declared himself solely a sword cultivator.”

The Heaven’s Pride were dumbfounded, unable to reconcile the playful and crafty Chen Qingyuan of the past with the stunningly brilliant and aloof Chen Qingyuan of the present.

“Boss… is injured.”

The cultivators of the Eighteen Veins of the Western Border saw the blood on Fu Dongliu’s palm and couldn’t stay seated, exclaiming in shock, their eyes wide as saucers, unable to suppress their inner astonishment.

In the eyes of the Western Border people, Fu Dongliu was a god among his peers, undefeated and standing at the peak, looking down on the world.

However, Chen Qingyuan had injured Fu Dongliu, even if it was just a minor wound, causing a massive impact on the Western Border people’s hearts, leaving them unable to calm down.

“Your skin is tough.”

Above, Chen Qingyuan’s expression was cold, his gaze aloof.

“So, you need to try harder, don’t disappoint me.”

Fu Dongliu waved his sleeve, and a high-quality spirit vein appeared beside him. As he quickly formed a seal with his hands, the spirit vein instantly withered, not a single spirit stone remaining.

What Dao technique could consume an entire high-quality spirit vein in an instant?

Chen Qingyuan pressed his lips together, his eyes narrowing, extremely vigilant.

“Boss is serious.”

Below, the people of the Western Border subconsciously clenched their fists, their hearts trembling slightly.