Fu Dongliu was gravely injured, his left side soaked in blood, black hair disheveled over his shoulders, looking rather haggard. Remembering his former appearance, cold as ice, his demeanor unmatched.

“Whoosh!”

In the spectator stands, everyone from the Western Border leaped up, faces full of terror, as if witnessing something impossible.

“Boss…”

The Heaven’s Pride of the Western Border searched their memories, never having seen Fu Dongliu so severely injured before.

Back then, Fu Dongliu ventured alone into the Demon Domain, slaughtering his way through its outskirts, returning with only minor injuries. But now, he was in such a sorry state, overturning everyone’s understanding.

“Impossible.”

Many from the Western Border refused to believe what they were seeing, unable to accept it.

“Could Fu Dongliu actually lose?”

The Holy Sons and Daughters of various sects in the Imperial Province widened their eyes, equally shocked by the battlefield’s situation.

“Chen Qingyuan is just a cultivator at the Elemental Infant stage! If even Fu Dongliu, at the late Nascent Soul stage, can’t suppress him, who will be able to match him once Chen Qingyuan’s cultivation level catches up?”

Those evildoers from the Imperial Province, once crushed by Fu Dongliu, felt an indescribable complexity in their hearts.

“An unparalleled Heaven’s Pride, unmatched in the world.”

Even the always proud Holy Daughter Wang Shutong was astonished by the power Chen Qingyuan displayed, her fragrant breath escaping in surprise. Wearing a light veil, her stunned expression was hidden from the crowd.

Even if Chen Qingyuan lost this battle, he would still be honored in defeat.

After all, the gap in their cultivation levels was too vast. For Chen Qingyuan to push Fu Dongliu to this extent was already extraordinary.

If he won, Chen Qingyuan would undoubtedly be considered the pinnacle of his generation, unrivaled.

But did such a possibility really exist?

Even though Fu Dongliu was heavily injured, few believed Chen Qingyuan could win.

Chen Qingyuan’s spiritual energy fluctuations had significantly weakened, indicating that his last attack had consumed a great deal of energy. In other words, if Fu Dongliu could hold out a bit longer, he could exhaust Chen Qingyuan’s energy, securing an undefeated position.

“The Northern Wilderness is fortunate to have you.”

Fu Dongliu controlled his injuries, a gentle force of law covering his wounds, rapidly healing them. Though not fully restored, he could feel and move his left hand within a few breaths.

This statement was undoubtedly high praise from Fu Dongliu to Chen Qingyuan.

The observing evildoers, using their Dao techniques, easily overheard it. In the past, they might have seen it as flattery and dismissed it.

Now, no one dared to mock, their faces solemn and shocked.

The Northern Wilderness was indeed fortunate to have him.

The Heaven’s Pride from the Northern Wilderness trembled with pride.

“I never thought Old Chen had such a majestic side.”

Zhangsun Fengye gazed at Chen Qingyuan in the starry sky, feeling for the first time that Chen Qingyuan was a stranger, lacking his usual greed and craftiness, like an unattainable celestial being.

“So this is what he looks like when serious, so handsome.”

Dressed in white, holding a silver spear, he stirred the hearts of many Heaven’s Pride women.

Good looks and strong power.

These two factors were enough to captivate many women in the world.

“Unfortunately, your cultivation is still inferior to mine. You won’t last many moves.”

Fu Dongliu sighed, not in mockery, but genuinely feeling sorry for Chen Qingyuan.

If this were not a true duel between peers but a simple spar, Fu Dongliu would certainly not want to win by leveraging his higher cultivation.

“You can try.”

Chen Qingyuan had been secretly refining spirit stones, but having just consumed more than half of his spiritual energy, he couldn’t fully recover in a short time.

If he used supernatural powers and Dao laws, he could directly use spirit stones without consuming his body’s energy. However, using the power of the silver spear required his internal spiritual energy.

At least for now, Chen Qingyuan couldn’t use spirit stones to wield the silver spear. In the future, if the spear regained its spiritual wisdom and Chen Qingyuan grew stronger, it might be possible.

“Then let’s try!”

Fu Dongliu charged with his blade, the power of the manifested phenomenon enhancing him, hundreds of circular life wheels glowing beneath his feet, intertwining with the laws of the phenomenon, exuding a terrifying aura.

“Clang—”

The blade light flashed, instantly reaching Chen Qingyuan, forcing him to block with his silver spear.

“Boom!”

The void where they stood collapsed, and as they clashed, both were swallowed by the shattered space, their figures disappearing.

After several breaths, they simultaneously broke through the spatial force, reappearing on the battlefield, clashing again.

“Swish—”

Fu Dongliu swung his strange blade, leaving several afterimages on the battlefield.

Each of Fu Dongliu’s attacks was blocked by Chen Qingyuan.

For a long time, Chen Qingyuan remained in a defensive stance.

Only this way could he minimize his energy consumption, secretly accumulating power, waiting for the right moment to unleash a thunderous strike.

Fu Dongliu understood Chen Qingyuan’s intent, so he didn’t want to give him time to recover, each attack being extremely fierce, forcing Chen Qingyuan to use his internal spiritual energy for defense.

“Dragging this out, you have little chance of winning.”

One had to admit, for Fu Dongliu to fight Chen Qingyuan, who wielded a silver spear, to this extent, he truly deserved to be the number one in the Western Border.

“Either clash with me with all your might or simply admit defeat!”

He attacked while speaking.

“Losing can save your life, and you can fight again in the future. The strength you’ve shown is enough to prove yourself; losing won’t be shameful.”

Fu Dongliu was trying to shake Chen Qingyuan’s Dao heart, hoping to find a flaw.

At this point, every move Fu Dongliu made was cautious, aiming to suppress Chen Qingyuan while guarding against a sudden counterattack, fearing he couldn’t withstand it and would lose.

In essence, Fu Dongliu seemed fierce as a tiger, but internally, he was wavering, unlike his usual composure.

Since he began cultivating, Fu Dongliu had never lost to a peer.

If he lost this time, he didn’t know how he would face it.

The more he thought about it, the more restless he became.

Fu Dongliu tried to steady his emotions, but as time passed and Chen Qingyuan showed no signs of fatigue, his mind grew more chaotic.

In that instant, Chen Qingyuan saw the hesitation in Fu Dongliu’s attack.

He knew this was an excellent opportunity, possibly the last chance to win without revealing his Saint-grade Three-Dan Pill foundation.

“Go!”

Chen Qingyuan shifted his spear, aiming the tip at Fu Dongliu’s heart.