Chen Qingyuan and Fu Dongliu stared at each other for a long time before Chen Qingyuan slowly opened his mouth, his voice low, “Maybe.”

Hearing this, Fu Dongliu’s eyes flickered slightly, and he fell silent.

A few people thought Chen Qingyuan was putting on airs, but they dared not show it. After all, Chen Qingyuan had already proven himself with his strength, earning the right to act this way.

Having fought Chen Qingyuan, Fu Dongliu vaguely understood the meaning behind his words; it was likely that Chen Qingyuan had held back.

In other words, even though Fu Dongliu lost, he hadn’t forced Chen Qingyuan to use his full strength.

“All along, I never claimed to be invincible among my peers, but I could stand undefeated,” Fu Dongliu mused for a long time, his eyes particularly complex, his body hunched, his face full of the vicissitudes of life, like an old man in his twilight years. “Meeting you, I realize how laughable I was before.”

“Don’t say that, big brother.”

Even though Fu Dongliu had lost, the Heaven’s Pride of the Western Border still respected him deeply, their faces full of worry.

“A loss is a loss, no need to make excuses.”

Fu Dongliu shook his head and smiled self-deprecatingly.

The people of the Western Border looked at the heavily injured Fu Dongliu, lowering their heads in silence, their eyes vacant. It was as if their faith had suddenly collapsed, leaving their minds blank and their actions helpless.

“Let’s go.”

Fu Dongliu said in a low voice.

The crowd snapped back to reality and carefully supported Fu Dongliu as they left for a safe place to heal.

This battle had damaged Fu Dongliu’s foundation, and it might take a long time to recover. This meant that for the remaining time of the Hundred Veins Banquet, Fu Dongliu would have to retreat to heal, missing out on many fortunes.

The outcome of this battle had a significant impact on the Western Border.

From now on, the Heaven’s Pride of the Eighteen Veins of the Western Border would no longer be as arrogant as before, their morale shaken.

After Fu Dongliu and the others left, only Chen Qingyuan remained standing in the starry sky.

Around him was shattered space, countless fragments floating in a strange trajectory, hundreds of black holes absorbing the residual power of the battlefield, stirring up chaotic storms that ruffled Chen Qingyuan’s bloodstained clothes and jet-black hair.

The Heaven’s Pride from all realms of the ancient star of Yanchang, numbering in the thousands, all stared at Chen Qingyuan, their expressions dazed, their eyes filled with shock and a hint of fear.

It was only at this moment that everyone truly accepted the result of the battle.

“Gulp—”

Someone kept swallowing, trying to suppress the deep shock in their heart.

“Chen Qingyuan, actually… actually won.”

Someone’s eyes widened, their voice trembling softly, the process of the battle vividly replaying in their mind, incredulous.

“Fu Dongliu lost to him? How is that possible?”

Some of the evildoers from the Imperial Province trembled, their expressions strange, filled with fear, astonishment, self-doubt, dread, and disbelief, like a chaotic mix of emotions, extremely complex.

The reason these evildoers reacted more strongly than the ordinary Heaven’s Pride was that they had all been defeated by Fu Dongliu before, deeply aware of how terrifying his strength was.

Now, Fu Dongliu had lost to Chen Qingyuan, who was only at the late Elemental Infant stage, meaning Chen Qingyuan could also crush many of the evildoers present.

It must be noted that anyone who could participate in the Hundred Veins Banquet was a one-in-a-million Heaven’s Pride, holding extremely high prestige in their respective regions, adored by elders and revered by juniors.

Especially the Holy Sons and Holy Daughters of the various sects in the Imperial Province, who had been selected through rigorous screening to sit in their positions, their talents beyond question.

However, they now discovered that one person’s talent and strength far surpassed their own. Even more absurd was that this person’s cultivation level was far lower than theirs, making the sense of defeat indescribable.

“Is the Northern Wilderness about to produce a top-tier existence?”

The Heaven’s Pride from the Southern Region, Imperial Province, Northern Wilderness, and Western Border imprinted Chen Qingyuan’s image deeply in their minds, never to forget today’s battle.

Using the number one person of the Western Border as a stepping stone, something the Holy Sons and Holy Daughters of the thirty-six sects of the Imperial Province couldn’t do, nor could Wang Shutong of the Pear Blossom Palace of the Southern Region be too confident about.

It was no exaggeration to say that Fu Dongliu was among the top tier of his generation.

In this vast world, talents emerged in large numbers. Perhaps in some hidden corners, there were still evildoers not weaker than Fu Dongliu.

“After this battle, his name will resound throughout the five provinces and ten thousand regions, becoming a legend.”

It wasn’t that Fu Dongliu was too weak, but that Chen Qingyuan was too monstrous.

“If not for that Silver Spear, Chen Qingyuan might not have been able to defeat Fu Dongliu.”

With the support of the Silver Spear, Chen Qingyuan hadn’t revealed all his cards. Without reaching a certain realm, revealing all his cards would only bring endless trouble, which was not a good thing.

“The fact that he could obtain this extraordinary Silver Spear is also his ability. Since ancient times, divine weapons choose their masters. If one were as useless as firewood, no spirit treasure or divine weapon would be willing to follow.”

Hearing some comments about relying on the power of weapons, Wang Shutong glanced around the field. Although her voice was not loud, it was chilling, silencing those cultivators who were unwilling to admit Chen Qingyuan’s overwhelming strength.

“In my memory, no one of the same generation can compare to him.”

An evildoer from the Imperial Province swallowed and spoke sincerely.

Chen Qingyuan refined some spirit stones, moving freely, and returned to the ancient star of Yanchang.

Landing in this void, pairs of reverent eyes followed him.

Chen Qingyuan paid no mind to this and walked straight to Daochen Buddha’s child, speaking softly, “I need to rest for a while. Please, Buddha’s child, protect the Dao for me.”

“Mm.” Daochen Buddha’s child nodded lightly, his simple robe unable to conceal his supreme Buddha light.

Then, Chen Qingyuan sat cross-legged on the ground, setting up multiple prohibitions around him and began to heal.

With Daochen Buddha’s child guarding, who would dare take advantage of the situation to deal with Chen Qingyuan?

Just now, more than a dozen Heaven’s Pride from the Western Border had tried to rush into the starry sky, only to be slapped down by Buddha’s child. From this single move, one could see how powerful Buddha’s child was.

“People like him are rare in the world.”

Most women in the world admired powerful figures, especially those with elegant demeanors. Many beautiful women in long skirts looked in Chen Qingyuan’s direction, their cheeks slightly red, their eyes sparkling, and their lips like fire.

“If I could become Dao Companion with Chen Qingyuan, it would be an excellent choice.”

It wasn’t just ordinary women thinking this; even some Holy Daughters had the same thought.

Of course, the matter of becoming Dao Companions was no small thing. Besides strength and handsomeness, character was the most crucial factor.

“In the future, I’ll see if I can interact with him more to understand his true nature.”

Some Holy Daughters from the Imperial Province thought this, quickly retracting their gazes, afraid of being discovered and teased by others.

The battle had ended, and the news spread to every corner of the Ancient World.

The name of Chen Qingyuan from the Northern Wilderness quickly became a sensation among his peers, stirring up quite a wave, with all discussions revolving around Chen Qingyuan, making it incredibly lively.