In the void near the ancient Yuanchu Road, two tall figures stood proudly.

The great men of the world slightly raised their heads and gazed at it, as if they were glimpsing a god.

The air froze and time stopped.

Everyone present widened their eyes and clenched their hands.

Although they were far apart, everyone had a good level of cultivation and could hear the conversation between the two supreme beings. Their hearts were surging and their eyes were filled with anticipation.

We really need to have a competition!

Although they knew the outcome was certain, it still aroused the excitement among the crowd.

Sometimes, the process is more important than the result.

Chen Qingyuan was dressed in a black robe, his eyes were as dark as the abyss, his left hand was behind his back, and his right hand hung lightly at his side.

He has not made any move yet, but is waiting.

Wait until Luo Liuyin is fully prepared before trying the next move.

"clang!"

Although he didn't say anything, Luo Liuyin understood what Chen Qingyuan meant. He would go all out and do it without reservation.

An ancient sound seemed to come from the end of time, striking hard on everyone's heart.

Luo Liuyin's eyes gradually turned red, with dense bloodshot. His stern face changed, and a rune overflowed from his brows and spread to all parts of his body.

The monstrous evil energy turned into a shocking sea of ​​blood, just like the River Styx in the Nine Nether Hell, dark in color, eerie and terrifying.

Then, Luo Liuyin held a knife.

The blade is jet black, with an extraordinary Taoist charm.

I don't know when Luo Liuyin has entered the realm of sword mastery. He wants to face Chen Qingyuan in front of him with the strongest attitude.

Because he knew very well that if he didn't give it his all, he would not be able to take on Chen Qingyuan's attack, and would be injured at best, or die at worst.

The ancestral weapon of the Linqian Imperial Clan, called the Ninth-Rank Lotus Platform, was not used by Luo Liuyin.

He was unwilling to rely on the power of the imperial army, and only wanted to use what he had learned to meet the future king.

"Chichi-"

The starry sky around Luo Liuyin, unable to withstand his overwhelming power, collapsed one after another, and the rules were disrupted.

Everyone's pupils contracted at one point, their bodies were as stiff as wood, their mouths were wide open but no sound came out, as if their throats were being strangled by an invisible force.

Most people felt an extreme chill that started from their ankles and quickly spread to every part of their body. Even their souls were frozen.

"Come! Fight!"

Luo Liuyin was ready and let out a long roar.

Roaring like a mad dragon, the sword is like a divine weapon.

With a flash of his figure, he leaped high into the sky.

Holding a long knife in his hand, he chopped straight towards Chen Qingyuan.

The force of the sword was like the collapse of a mountain or the crash of a wave. The powerful beings from all walks of life who were far away all retreated in shock.

In contrast, Chen Qingyuan remained calm and composed, standing still like a mountain.

Slowly raise your right hand and point a finger.

At this moment, time stands still.

There was no dazzling burst of Taoist power, and no earth-shaking fight.

The road to simplicity, return to nature.

The next moment, the world was quiet.

The so-called tremendous sword force is gone.

The collapsed sky of millions of miles was restored to its original state.

All the rules merged into one point, dancing at Chen Qingyuan's fingertips, and then dissipated, leaving no trace or form.

"Shh!"

Chen Qingyuan withdrew his hand and walked towards the Yuanchu Ancient Road. He passed Luo Liuyin's position and walked with his back to him.

As Chen Qingyuan walked, time seemed to flow again.

Luo Liuyin stood high in the air, holding a long sword. There was a flash of disbelief in his eyes, and although he tried his best to suppress it, it still showed a little.

After a few breaths, Luo Liuyin spoke again, his voice hoarse, as if something was stuck in his throat: "How much strength did you... use?"

Hearing this question, Chen Qingyuan paused slightly, without turning back, and answered softly: "30%."

"Thank you."

Luo Liuyin felt mixed emotions at this moment.

Thank him for helping me and fulfilling my wish. Thank him for showing mercy and saving my life.

Hearing this, the corners of Chen Qingyuan's mouth curved up in an imperceptible way.

"Stay alive and I'll buy you a drink."

A favor owed to someone can never be repaid in a lifetime. Ever since Luo Liuyin experienced the ancestral vein trial, he has been alone, with only loneliness to accompany him. Today, he took the initiative to invite Chen Qingyuan, no doubt considering him as a friend he could make friends with.

Only friend.

Filling the void in your heart will add a different kind of color to your life.

Chen Qingyuan had a deep understanding of Luo Liuyin's first half of life, so how could he not know what his words meant? Since you consider me a friend, I should cherish you.

"Wait for me to come back and drink with you."

Chen Qingyuan strode forward without looking back.

The sound was like a silk thread, penetrating into Luo Liuyin's ears, entering his heart, and cleansing his soul.

From this moment on, the two became true friends.

There seemed to be a smile on Luo Liuyin's lips.

It’s a good feeling to no longer be alone.

This was the first time in thousands of years that Luo Liuyin had truly felt joy. In the past, he was like a walking corpse, only thinking about becoming stronger, changing the system of the clan, and doing something meaningful.

In the future, when the new system of the Linqian Imperial Clan gradually stabilizes and a new patriarch is elected, Luo Liuyin will be able to be free and live a journey for himself.

Luo Liuyin didn't want the tragic situation like the ancestral trial to happen again. For this reason, he even killed the ancestors of the clan, destroying and then rebuilding, so as to be reborn.

The people present looked confused and didn't know what was going on.

What just happened?

Aren’t these two going to have a competition?

Why did it end so unexpectedly?

Just as everyone was puzzled, Luo Liuyin slowly turned around, looked at the Yuanchu Ancient Road, looked at Chen Qingyuan's receding back, and murmured: "I'll wait for you."

How does it feel to drink with friends and talk about everything under the sun?

Luo Liuyin stared ahead, looking forward to it.

Tick ​​tock!

Suddenly, a drop of blood slid down from the fingertips of Luo Liuyin's right hand.

Falling into the void, floating away.

The blood contains a powerful force of rules that crushes the sky wherever it passes.

Tick ​​tock!Tick ​​tock!

More and more blood dripped from Luo Liuyin's fingertips.

His clothes were also soaked with blood.

It was not until this moment that everyone knew the answer.

The debate between the two men has ended.

It was obvious that Luo Liuyin was defeated.

The defeat was so sudden that no one could react at all.

The expressions on people's faces were no longer full of confusion, but only of unspeakable shock.

Chen Qingyuan defeated Luo Liuyin with just one finger.

No one could have guessed such a situation.

Those powerful people who knew how terrifying Luo Liuyin was were the most shocked. Their bodies trembled, their lips turned pale, and they kept muttering: "Impossible, impossible..."

It was common knowledge that Luo Liuyin would lose, but it was unexpected that he would lose so easily.

"The clan leader came out of seclusion a few years ago and was already at the Quasi-Emperor level. Why... why did he lose so easily?"

Several elders of the Linqian Emperor Clan were horrified and found it hard to accept.

To be honest, Luo Liuyin's real combat power is definitely one of the best in the world. Even the Changgeng Sword Immortal Li Muyang is probably not Luo Liuyin's opponent.

"Your Majesty, you are invincible in the world!"

Then, everyone turned their gaze to Chen Qingyuan, their eyes burning with awe and respect.