Tian Yuan

Judging from their aura alone, it's clear the armored man is no ordinary emperor. While Chen Qingyuan's displayed talent is terrifying, it's hardly enough to rival the armored man's abilities.

Those who have entered the game are completely unaware of what is happening in the outside world.

If they knew that Chen Qingyuan could withstand the full force of a peak Great Emperor's attack, their emotions would be incredibly complex, beyond description in human language—too outrageous and utterly surreal.

Will they fight?

Everyone was very concerned about this, their expressions solemn yet slightly expectant. Since this matter was none of their concern, deep down they naturally hoped that Chen Qingyuan and the armored man would have a serious fight.

"To be honest, that guy really spoke rudely."

A powerful figure pointed at Lu Hansheng, his eyes cold and displeased.

"I observe that this person's swordsmanship is divine; he is an extraordinary sword emperor. With my abilities, I am no match for him."

After careful consideration, some people, setting aside other factors and focusing solely on ability, admitted that they were indeed no match for Lu Hansheng.

Although Lu Hansheng had gotten into trouble, he wasn't flustered at all.

Because he has powerful backers, he's not afraid at all.

If Chen Qingyuan can't hold on, the two brothers will just perish together.

However, Lu Hansheng believed in his elder brother's abilities. Although the opponent in front of him was not a waste, he was determined not to stop his elder brother's progress.

"My brother speaks harshly, fellow Daoist, please don't take it to heart, and please calm down."

Chen Qingyuan was in the wrong and apologized.

We are reasonable people who value harmony.

With so many fundamental rules of imperial power presented before him, Chen Qingyuan had no need to cultivate and comprehend the Dao through fighting.

However, Chen Qingyuan's humble demeanor was seen by the others as a sign of fear and cowardice, who thought to themselves, "It seems that Chen Qingyuan knows he is inferior and is considering retreating."

This is the kind of assumption that any normal person would make.

After a conflict, it's not a good thing to take the initiative to make amends in front of so many people.

"Although Chen Qingyuan's talent was extraordinary, unparalleled throughout history, he ultimately failed to ascend to the Emperor's throne. What a pity!"

"Actually, Chen Qingyuan's abilities are already strong enough."

"It's all because his friend spoke rudely, otherwise this disaster wouldn't have happened."

"Even without this person's arrogant remarks, would this place have remained quiet forever?"

A group of great emperors gathered here, temporarily unsure of the specifics of the situation, cautious and hesitant to act rashly. As time passed, this balance would inevitably be broken.

However, Lu Hansheng's excellent performance caused the situation to become unbalanced prematurely.

"Why provoke Brother Chen for no reason? You're just asking for trouble."

A very small number of people understood that it was not that Chen Qingyuan was showing weakness because he was no match for him.

Several emperors were the last to step into the game. They witnessed Chen Qingyuan's unparalleled brilliance and knew how terrifying his strength was, warning themselves not to offend him.

They have no obligation to disclose what's happening in the outside world. Besides, even if they did, many people wouldn't believe them.

To contend with a peak Emperor while only at the Quasi-Emperor level is beyond the realm of common sense. Without witnessing it firsthand, how could anyone believe such a person existed?

“I always felt that Brother Chen was showing weakness to the enemy, so that if the other party became aggressive, then he could take action with a legitimate reason.”

In a certain spot, Gongsun Rong, whose body was devoid of flesh and blood, muttered softly.

If Ye Liujun and the others heard this, they would definitely agree, indicating that your feeling was not wrong and was quite correct.

Given Chen Qingyuan's cunning nature, this is most likely his thinking. Even if the armored man were to back down, this battle could be avoided, saving Chen Qingyuan the trouble of intervening.

Therefore, whether Chen Qingyuan fights or not, he will not suffer a loss.

The emperors gazed at the scene, anticipating what would happen next.

“Make him kneel down and apologize, and I will forgive his sins.”

The armored man, still seething with anger, rode his tall and mighty undead warhorse, pointing a long spear at Lu Hansheng with his right hand, showing no mercy.

"An apology is fine, but there's no need to kneel down!"

Chen Qingyuan discussed it.

Those who can step into the Longevity Dao Bureau are all supreme beings who have suppressed an era. They can die standing, but they cannot be born kneeling.

If any great emperor were to kneel and beg for mercy to save his life, it would surely be because his Dao heart was shattered and he had lost his true self, which would be more tragic than death.

"Kneel down or die!"

The armored man glared at Lu Hansheng, refusing to back down, and shouted angrily.

"So, in that case, we have nothing to talk about!"

Chen Qingyuan's smile faded, and his expression gradually turned serious.

“We’re complete strangers, what’s there to talk about? Besides, this guy seems to have such high regard for you, I’m curious to see what you’re really capable of.”

Initially, the armored man's goal was simple: to kill Lu Hansheng. However, Chen Qingyuan neutralized his attack with a single finger, which gave rise to other thoughts in him.

The First World War will determine who is superior!

The armored man crossed the incredibly distant Chaotic Boundary Sea, arriving in the Divine Continent not to be a mere spectator, but to aspire to even greater heights.

He sensed the aura of a powerful figure emanating from Chen Qingyuan and wanted to fight him, both to vent his anger and to hone his own skills.

Chen Qingyuan said helplessly, "Why bother?"

"Are you afraid?"

The armored man said coldly.

"No, it's just that I don't think it's necessary. To be honest, I like making friends, and I don't want to make enemies unless I have no other choice."

Chen Qingyuan expressed his thoughts.

"Friends? They're useless. Only your own strength is the most important thing in this world."

It's unclear what experiences led the armored man to trust only the spear in his hand and the warhorse beneath him.

"Although we have different views, I respect you."

Chen Qingyuan said seriously.

"No need for further words. If you dare not fight, then get out of my way and cower. Do not obstruct me."

The armored man exuded a murderous aura.

Since the other party had said that, Chen Qingyuan naturally wouldn't stay seated any longer. He slowly stood up, preparing to make his move.

Stand upright and look straight ahead.

Considering the other party's considerable strength, Chen Qingyuan asked, "What's your name?"

After a moment's hesitation, the armored man uttered his name: "He Lingxuan."

Chen Qingyuan's single finger strike was enough to make the armored man take him seriously.

Simply put, Chen Qingyuan is entitled to know his own name.

He Lingxuan thought to himself with a cold expression.

"Do you want a simple sparring match, or do you want to determine a winner?"

Chen Qingyuan faced He Lingxuan, slowly walked forward, expressionless, and exhaled.

Only the victors survive!

He Lingxuan was resolute.

"it is good!"

Chen Qingyuan met He Lingxuan's gaze deeply and saw in the other's unwavering will.