Chen Qingyuan’s mind instantly popped up a thought: “This bastard, he’s really playing for keeps!”

Such power was definitely Zhangsun Fengye’s trump card.

He wouldn’t use it against enemies, but he’d go all out against his own brother. Truly impressive!

“Just… don’t die on me!”

Zhangsun Fengye paused, then grinned wickedly, like a demon.

“Fine, don’t blame me for being rude.”

Chen Qingyuan had always held back, not wanting to truly harm Zhangsun Fengye’s foundation.

But Zhangsun Fengye’s reckless personality left Chen Qingyuan no choice but to go all out.

“Kill!”

With a long roar, the silver spear thrust out like a roaring white dragon, unstoppable.

The prohibition on the silver spear was lifted, and the shattered spiritual wisdom greatly amplified its power.

This strike drained more than half of the spiritual Qi in Chen Qingyuan’s body, all of it devoured by the silver spear. And this wasn’t even the spear’s full power; Chen Qingyuan had to hold back some for any unexpected situations.

In an instant, that part of the starry sky shattered, countless fragments of laws drifting about.

Zhangsun Fengye’s punch, using all his strength, tore through the starry sky, causing a storm that made nearby stars tremble slightly, the heavens and earth crumbling, mountains collapsing, a scene of apocalypse.

The overwhelming forces of both sides clashed, their supernatural powers not yet colliding but already causing massive ripples, drawing the attention of many Heaven’s Pride around, their faces showing fear.

“Who are those fighting?”

“It looks like Zhangsun Fengye from the Northern Wilderness and Chen Qingyuan. Aren’t they on the same side? Why are they fighting?”

“Is it because of uneven distribution of spoils?”

“That’s very likely. Over the years, they’ve used various excuses to rob many people of their resources. It’s probably a case of uneven distribution leading to a big fight.”

The intensity of the battle scared their peers, who discussed it quietly.

The news of the four great bandits fighting among themselves spread quickly, attracting many people who didn’t want to miss the show. Some even took out memory crystals to record the scene.

“Boom—”

In the starry sky, in just a moment, the silver spear, like a giant white dragon, struck Zhangsun Fengye’s fist.

A dent appeared on the fist, the middle finger broke, white bone protruding.

“Ah…”

Zhangsun Fengye roared, his long hair standing on end, black Dao marks spreading from his body like countless tiny black worms, occupying the void in a short time, even moving towards Chen Qingyuan and his silver spear.

Chen Qingyuan’s overwhelming force prevented the black Dao marks from approaching for a while.

Gripping the silver spear tightly, his face slightly contorted, he kept advancing.

“Shh!”

The silver spear advanced half an inch, forcing Zhangsun Fengye to retreat half a step, the bloodstain on his fist growing larger.

Even with his strange power, he couldn’t withstand Chen Qingyuan wielding the ancient silver spear.

After a moment of stalemate, Chen Qingyuan circulated his spiritual Qi, unleashing the pinnacle of the spear’s Dao.

“Suppress!”

With a loud shout, the spear surged like a silver dragon.

“Boom…”

Zhangsun Fengye’s right hand was pierced through, the spear tip emerging from his right shoulder, his entire arm a bloody mess, unbearable to look at.

This fierce attack severely injured Zhangsun Fengye.

However, Chen Qingyuan held back some power at the crucial moment to avoid harming Zhangsun Fengye’s foundation, otherwise, he would be in big trouble.

Because of this, Chen Qingyuan suffered a backlash from his own power, spitting out a mouthful of thick blood, his hands trembling slightly, almost unable to hold the silver spear.

Ridiculously, even at this moment, Zhangsun Fengye’s second personality was still infuriating, dragging his mangled body, tilting his head, blood-stained lips curling up in a provocative smile: “You’re still not good enough.”

“……”

Watching the spectacle from the barren star, Wu Junyan and Daochen Buddha’s child had obvious changes in their expressions, their eyes flickering.

Bro, let’s just say a few less words!

Even Wu Junyan, who was usually calm and reserved, felt an urge to fight Zhangsun Fengye.

For someone like Wu Junyan, who was pure-hearted, sparing with words, and had a firm Dao heart, to be provoked to this extent, it was clear how infuriating Zhangsun Fengye’s second personality was.

Not only Wu Junyan, but even Daochen Buddha’s child standing nearby had the same thought.

At this moment, Daochen Buddha’s child clasped his hands together, silently chanting a calming mantra.

Chen Qingyuan retracted the silver spear into his body, tearing off a piece of cloth to wipe the blood from his mouth.

Then, with a heart full of “benevolence,” Chen Qingyuan launched a new round of fierce attacks on Zhangsun Fengye.

Every punch landed solidly, injuring only the flesh, not the foundation.

Zhangsun Fengye wanted to resist, but Chen Qingyuan’s relentless assault left him no chance to turn defense into offense.

With only his left arm and right leg, Zhangsun Fengye used all his strength to defend, blood flowing from his wounds, splattering across the starry sky. What initially seemed a brutal fight to the onlookers gradually took on a comical tone.

Chen Qingyuan pinned Zhangsun Fengye down, punching his forehead repeatedly, like a street thug, with no technique at all.

“Bang, bang, bang”

Chen Qingyuan sealed Zhangsun Fengye’s dantian with a spell, then used his physical strength to pummel his face, thoroughly enjoying it.

“If you have the guts, kill me.”

Being beaten, Zhangsun Fengye still talked tough.

“Do you submit?”

Chen Qingyuan had waited for this opportunity for many years, ignoring his own injuries, his hands aching from the punches.

“Submit your sister!”

Zhangsun Fengye cursed.

“Oh, still talking tough.”

Chen Qingyuan rolled up his sleeves and continued the beating.

This kind of beating wouldn’t harm the foundation, just affect the mindset a bit.

After a cup of tea’s time, Zhangsun Fengye’s head was swollen with numerous lumps, his eyes squeezed into slits by the swelling, the smile on his lips long gone, the dense black Dao marks gradually receding.

“Chen Qingyuan, get off me!”

Beaten to this extent, Zhangsun Fengye no longer persisted, his primary personality taking over, regaining clarity.

Seeing his old friend’s primary personality return, Chen Qingyuan couldn’t bring himself to continue, his raised right fist hanging in the air.

“Knowing you has been a curse.”

Zhangsun Fengye’s teeth were missing a few, his speech whistling.

Chen Qingyuan quickly stepped aside, smiling awkwardly: “You can’t blame me, you kept provoking.”

“So it’s my fault!” Zhangsun Fengye gave a resentful look, his face swollen, eyes slitted.

“Sorry, I hit too hard.”

Having enjoyed the beating, it was time to apologize.

“Get lost, I don’t know you, don’t want to talk to you.”

Zhangsun Fengye swallowed a few pills, and soon his limbs were restored, his appearance returning to normal.

Fortunately, Chen Qingyuan hadn’t harmed his foundation, allowing him to quickly restore his body. Otherwise, recovery would have been difficult. However, the damage to his vitality was real, hard to replenish in a short time.

“Don’t be like that!” Chen Qingyuan quickly apologized, but Zhangsun Fengye ignored him. Helpless, Chen Qingyuan had to use his trump card: “When we get back, I’ll set you up with Ling Ran, be your matchmaker, how about that?”

“Oh? You’re not lying to me?”

Hearing this, Zhangsun Fengye paused, turned to look at Chen Qingyuan, his eyes filled with anticipation and excitement.

His expression seemed to say, if that’s the case, why don’t you beat me up again, so I can feel more at ease.

With his life’s major issue resolved, everything else was negotiable.