At the same time, the two figures overlapped, each making their move.

Sword Qi surged forth, the War Spear thrust with earth-shattering force.

"Boom!!!"

A terrifying roar echoed across more than ten miles, as if the earth was cracking and the mountains collapsing. The shockwaves spread like waves into further void, sometimes wiping out birds and beasts nearby instantly.

The Martial Artists below all raised their Gang Qi to protect themselves, lest the shockwaves cause them great embarrassment.

"Brother Ying, let's not hold back. Otherwise, after today, we won't be able to face anyone again."

Chen Yuan attacked, revealing his prowess.

They felt they weren't his match, yet their cultivation was certainly stronger than Chen Yuan's. If they couldn't last thirty breaths in his hands, it would be utterly shameful.

"Fine."

Ying Hong nodded solemnly, his Qi and blood vibrating. His originally burly figure became even larger, bursting out of his clothes.

He let out a long roar, the War Spear in his hands radiating an astonishing light. With one step forward, he channeled the power of his body and the world, striking fiercely at Chen Yuan.

Wen Liang, following suit, did not hesitate. With a flick of his sword finger, the river of Sword Qi in the void quickly gathered onto the Divine Sword, its aura visibly swelling.

In the hundred-zhang world, only the sword is eternal!

"Battle!"

Wen Liang shouted lowly, almost simultaneously moving with Ying Hong out of the void. The short distance between them vanished in an instant, two fierce killing intents drove straight towards Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan took a deep breath, his expression unchanged, holding the Emperor Slaughter Saber across his chest, speaking softly:

"Second blade!"

No sooner said than done, though Chen Yuan hardly moved, the world around him instantly changed, an unparalleled Sword Intent pierced through the void.

True Intent merged with the world, Spirit Platform's Primordial Spirit shone purple, Divine Light illuminated.

Sharp Sword Intent fell upon Ying Hong's War Spear, directly blocking the condensed power, and it wasn't over yet—the vast Sword Intent enveloped Wen Liang as well.

The Divine Sword in front of them suffered immense impact, their faces changed drastically.

They were locked in a stalemate for roughly one breath.

The overwhelming force directly pushed their bodies apart, both faces flush red.

And this was only the beginning; without seeing Chen Yuan move, the formerly fading Sword Intent surged again, seemingly controlled by the strength of Chen Yuan's Divine Thought.

Carrying the power of the heavens, it slashed towards the two.

"Block it!"

"Ah!!!"

Ying Hong and Wen Liang shouted simultaneously, each's Spirit Platform Primordial Spirit radiating Divine Light, gathering the world's intent onto the War Spear and Divine Sword, bursting with powerful Sharp Energy.

Under their command, the two Divine Weapons carried their strongest power and True Intent, sweeping the celestial powers, as if opening two paths in the sky.

Entangled with Chen Yuan's burst of sharpness.

One breath.

Ying Hong and Wen Liang furrowed their brows.

Three breaths.

Both clenched their fists tightly.

Ten breaths.

Their bodies slightly trembled.

Thirty breaths.

Faces flushed, Spirit Platform Primordial Spirit's light dimmed, chest and abdomen seemingly in turmoil, about to spew old blood the next moment.

Finally, the moment froze at forty-nine breaths.

In the heavens, a supremely powerful roar burst forth, centered at the Heavenly Patrol Bureau's headquarters, causing a slight tremor for dozens of miles.

The ground instantly cracked; the observing Heavenly Patrol Envoys all exerted themselves to protect their bodies from being affected.

"Boom!!!"

Ripples endlessly in the void.

Both War Spear and Divine Sword broke apart, True Intent receded like a tide. Ying Hong and Wen Liang's Primordial Spirits momentarily stilled, their Primordial Energy exploded, retreating a hundred zhang.

"Pfft!!!"

The slightly weaker Wen Liang spat out old blood.

Even Ying Hong, at the peak of Primordial Spirit, had crimson at the corner of his mouth, a flash of shock and defeat in his eyes.

Such skill, it might soon rival that of the Refining God True Master!

Of course, their two Divine Weapons, retreated, their Spirituality damaged. Chen Yuan, stabilized in the void, faintly trembled, furrowing his brow.

He felt Ying Hong and Wen Liang's strengths were indeed extraordinary, True Intent perfect, Divine Weapons powerful.

Yet, compared to him, they were still somewhat lacking.

In his near full-force explosion, they ultimately couldn't withstand it.

Now with just slight damage, but it was nothing serious.

After breaking through Primordial Spirit, his power had indeed increased considerably.

Seeing the two still unconceded, Chen Yuan didn't urge them; with a thought, Emperor Slaughter Saber trembled, powerful Sharp Energy once again slashed out.

A hundred-zhang Sword Light, directly threatened Wen Liang and Ying Hong.

"Not good!!!"

Ying Hong and Wen Liang's faces drastically changed. They have already lost, why does Chen Yuan insist on finishing them?

It was merely the great impact, temporarily preventing them from conceding!

Seeing Sword Light about to fall, their looks turned extremely unsightly. Wanting to retreat but already too late, their hearts flashed a hint of regret.

This Chen Yuan fellow, truly.... forcing one to the brink!

"Hold back your blade!"

Xiao Jing spoke up, ready to intervene.

Practice is practice, but it's not time to decide life and death.

If they were killed, Chen Yuan would gain nothing, and the Heavenly Patrol Bureau would suffer significant damage.

Yet, separated by such distance, with Chen Yuan's sudden attack, Xiao Jing wasn't sure he could fully intercept it, his heart sank.

Chen Yuan had long kept an eye on Xiao Jing, seeing him speak, he moved his mind, the terrifying Sword Light across the heavens instantly redirected, landing on the arena.

A huge pit erupted, cracks almost covered the entire arena.

With one stroke, the arena was half-ruined.

Xiao Jing's mouth twitched seeing this.

His expression was somewhat unnatural.

Can't he slash at the void?

Must he smash the ground?

However, at this moment, no one paid him attention. All eyes converged on Chen Yuan in the void, filled with astonishment.

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