Tian Yuan

This was He Lingxuan's all-out killing move. Chen Qingyuan could not defend against it with just one palm strike and was unable to neutralize it without injury. The flesh and blood in his palm were evaporated, leaving only white bones, which was chilling and terrifying.

Upon closer inspection, one can see the white bone of Chen Qingyuan's exposed hand, which is imprinted with complex and profound runes, releasing a surging power that transcends the mundane world.

He Lingxuan's murderous imperial might spread through his arms to all parts of his body.

The stinging pain struck instantly, but Chen Qingyuan did not utter a sound of pain. His expression remained unchanged, and he did not even frown.

This level of pain was far beyond Chen Qingyuan's tolerance limit.

Enjoying the pressure of He Lingxuan's rules, the Reincarnation Body underwent subtle changes. Due to the external pressure, it was slightly enhanced and became more solid, surpassing many imperial weapons throughout history.

A few breaths later, He Lingxuan's momentum suddenly diminished.

Using this move exhausted the extreme spiritual power within him.

"Impossible, impossible, no..."

He Lingxuan looked at Chen Qingyuan's injured hand, which had lost its initial imposing manner and was now filled with fear. He couldn't accept the fact before him and kept muttering to himself.

Ding!

After the opponent's imposing aura dissipated, Chen Qingyuan flicked his finger, pushing aside the long spear hanging above, causing He Lingxuan to retreat several steps.

In just a few breaths, without any external interference, Chen Qingyuan's injured hand recovered completely, leaving no hidden dangers.

He Lingxuan, who was already stunned, changed his expression again when he saw Chen Qingyuan's amazing recovery speed. His thoughts were in turmoil and he couldn't express them.

"Are there any other methods?"

Chen Qingyuan stared at his opponent directly in front of him and asked indifferently.

He Lingxuan opened his mouth slightly, but hesitated, unable to utter a single word. He stared intently at Chen Qingyuan, his eyes bloodshot, his thoughts in turmoil, unsure of what to say.

The emperors present witnessed this battle and were all shaken to their core, unable to remain calm.

It was less of a battle and more of a one-sided game played by Chen Qingyuan.

Everyone could see clearly that He Lingxuan's current condition was quite bad; his aura was disordered and his profound energy was depleted.

In contrast, Chen Qingyuan was still in his prime and hadn't even really made a move yet, easily deflecting He Lingxuan's attack.

"I am not wrong, right!"

What I thought would be a thrilling battle turned out to be so simple.

Many emperors predicted that He Lingxuan would be the victor. After all, the imperial aura He Lingxuan displayed was extremely powerful, only one step away from the peak realm.

However, this one step was like an insurmountable chasm, which He Lingxuan could not cross even after exhausting all his efforts.

"The boss's strength is far greater than before."

Lu Hansheng was nearby and saw everything clearly. Involuntarily, he recalled the scene of his first meeting with Chen Qingyuan. How many years had passed? Chen Qingyuan had actually grown to this level. He could overwhelm someone like He Lingxuan with just his physical strength. It was simply too exaggerated.

"How outrageous!"

Even those who were very familiar with Chen Qingyuan were shocked by this scene, exclaiming in disbelief.

"Give him some more time, and I can't imagine how high he can go."

The emperors' hearts were like a small, broken boat sailing in a storm, rising and falling violently, always on the verge of being smashed by a giant wave and falling into the deep sea, doubting themselves and even questioning the world.

At the point of battle, Chen Qingyuan quietly watched He Lingxuan without directly suppressing him, thus putting enough psychological pressure on the opponent.

Perhaps Chen Qingyuan did this on purpose, to kill him and break his spirit. Perhaps he wanted He Lingxuan to recover, so that he could take this opportunity to further refine his Dao body.

As long as He Lingxuan does not reach the peak of the Emperor Path, Chen Qingyuan will remain invincible and will definitely not encounter any problems.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, He Lingxuan's consciousness returned to reality. He understood perfectly that what was happening before him was not an illusion, and regardless of whether he could comprehend it or not, he had to face it.

"How...did you do that?"

He Lingxuan couldn't understand it and wanted an answer. His eyes were bloodshot and his voice was hoarse.

His warhorse drooped its head, clearly intimidated, its arrogance gone, and looked utterly dejected.

"Talent!"

Chen Qingyuan gave a perfunctory reply, unwilling to say more.

"Such talent should not exist in this world."

Judging from Chen Qingyuan's performance, He Lingxuan knew he was no match for him. Nevertheless, he straightened his back, showing no intention of begging for mercy or turning to flee.

As he said before, only the victors will survive.

A third option simply doesn't exist!

"Perhaps I'm a bit special."

Chen Qingyuan said indifferently.

"You are indeed special."

He Lingxuan didn't think Chen Qingyuan was praising himself; in fact, he quite agreed. If even a peerless genius like Chen Qingyuan wasn't considered special, then there would probably be no one special in this world.

After speaking, He Lingxuan made a decision.

Grip the Dao weapon tightly, and fight again!

Even if he dies, he will die on the road of charging forward!

Before entering the Daoist path, he was a vanguard general of a secular dynasty, who died in battle.

It seems his fate wasn't to die. Below the battlefield lies a secret realm, the final resting place of a great cultivator. His soul, far stronger than ordinary people, was absorbed by the rules of the secret realm. After a series of trials and tribulations, his physical body was reshaped, and he embarked on the path of cultivation.

Perhaps his death was imminent, some very distant fragments of memory flashed before He Lingxuan's eyes, a touch of tenderness crossed his fierce gaze, and a blurry, warm scene appeared, only to vanish in an instant.

He Lingxuan quickly calmed himself down, burned his primordial essence blood, instantly swept away his fatigue, and his might returned.

He knew that he couldn't shake Chen Qingyuan by conventional means; only by risking his life could he perhaps secure a glimmer of hope.

As long as he can defeat Chen Qingyuan, he will cultivate and comprehend the Dao as quickly as possible. Once he breaks through, he will be able to replenish the depletion of his essence and life force.

This method is extremely dangerous, with a success rate of perhaps only one in ten thousand, or even lower.

Even so, he had to do it.

Because he had nowhere else to go!

"kill!"

He Lingxuan let out a long roar, pointed his long spear at Chen Qingyuan, and charged forward without hesitation.

Countless imperial rules erupted from his body, boiling and raging.

Centered on his location, the plane shattered in all directions like glass, spreading continuously and encompassing most of the misty sea.

His will was unwavering; he would not regret it even in the face of death.

He drained all the essence and life force from his body, just to unleash a strike far exceeding his own limits.

In the instant the long spear thrust out, He Lingxuan seemed to see a scene at the pinnacle of the Emperor's Path, and a wisp of profound rule pattern that surpassed his own realm flowed in his eyes.