At this moment, heaven and earth solidified, and the surrounding turbulent void was frozen in place. Looking from afar, it seemed that this was not a real world at all, but only a painting.

Chen Yuan's eyes widened. He seemed to see through endless time and space and saw the true face of Emperor Chu Tai. His appearance was ordinary, and his figure was unremarkable, but his eyes showed majesty.

It was as if no one in this world could be arrogant in front of him, and he had the confidence to sweep away all enemies.

The sharp aura stung the skin and penetrated deep into the bone marrow, but neither Chen Yuan nor Emperor Chu Tai seemed to care. Their eyes met, as if containing everything in the world.

Again, a faint breeze blew across his cheeks. The God-Slaying Spear, which was about to pierce Chen Yuan's flesh, ceased all movement. Behind Chen Yuan, a phantom figure slowly condensed.

The figure, appearance, and aura were exactly the same as Emperor Chu Tai.

The only difference was that one was over a hundred zhang tall, while the other was only the size of Chen Yuan, a scaled-down version of Emperor Chu Tai, shrunk a hundred times.

"Not bad."

A majestic voice clearly entered Chen Yuan's ears, seemingly recognizing his powerful aptitude, and praised him from the bottom of his heart.

"The Way of the Martial God lies within oneself. One who can do what ordinary people cannot is a Martial God. Imitating predecessors and relying on bloodlines will ultimately fall into the lower ranks.

Inner and outer unity, heaven and earth returning to the heart, my Way is the Great Way..."

The majestic voice continued, resonating near Chen Yuan's ears. It seemed that Emperor Chu Tai was explaining the true Way of the Martial God to him. The short hundred words contained his life's insights.

Of course, to have such an opportunity, the key point was to first survive the Eighth Tribulation of Lightning, solidifying the foundation of the Primordial Spirit to a terrifying level. Only then could one withstand the dual pressure of the rules of heaven and earth and the rules of the physical body.

Those below the Eighth Tribulation of Lightning had almost no chance.

Chen Yuan slowly closed his eyes. The voice of Emperor Chu Tai echoed continuously in his heart. It seemed that every time he heard it, his mind became clearer.

In the outside world, however, the scene displayed shocked Xiang Qianqiu. He looked at this scene in disbelief, his eyes full of shock.

Impossible!

Impossible!!!

Why didn't the Tai Ancestor's imprint harm Chen Yuan? Why...why!

It felt like a long time had passed in his heart, but in the outside world, it was only a fleeting moment. The hundred-zhang-tall phantom of the Tai Ancestor slowly dissipated into the void.

Only the God-Slaying Spear was left in place.

The phantom figure behind him also transformed into a stream of invisible light and entered the God-Slaying Spear, returning to calm.

Chen Yuan slowly opened his eyes, glanced at the God-Slaying Spear with a calm gaze, and with a wave of his hand, the God-Slaying Spear quickly fell into his palm, conveying even more affectionate emotions.

As for Xiang Qianqiu, at this moment, he felt an immense emptiness in his heart. He instantly lost control of the God-Slaying Spear, which he had refined for over two hundred years, as if the connection between him and the God-Slaying Spear had been directly severed.

"No...impossible!"

Xiang Qianqiu seemed unable to accept all of this in a short period of time. Clearly, he had used the Xiang family's strongest trump card, which even had the hope of suppressing and killing a Land Immortal, so how could such a situation occur?

The Tai Ancestor's imprint disappeared, and he lost control of the God-Slaying Spear. What...what exactly did Chen Yuan do!

"You...what exactly did you do to the God-Slaying Spear...why...why...tell me, tell me!" Xiang Qianqiu stared at Chen Yuan with a slightly crazed expression.

"Because, you are not worthy."

Chen Yuan held the God-Slaying Spear tightly, looked at Xiang Qianqiu with a level gaze. His calm expression formed a stark contrast with Xiang Qianqiu's madness.

"I'm not worthy?"

Xiang Qianqiu pointed at himself, feeling utterly ridiculous, and gritted his teeth, saying:

"What are you joking about? This Seat is not worthy? This Seat is not worthy? Impossible! Impossible! This Seat hid for hundreds of years for the sake of Great Chu and the Xiang family.

For the sake of the great cause, I secretly schemed for over a hundred years. In order to become like the Tai Ancestor, This Seat sat idly by as Xuanling committed suicide and remained indifferent to Huaiyi's fall.

I extracted the essence and blood of countless Xiang family members and left a hidden hand on you, sending out everything I could possibly send out, and refining the God-Slaying Spear day and night.

My Xiang family members even regard the God-Slaying Spear as the Tai Ancestor's inheritance, treating it with utmost respect. Now...you're saying I'm not worthy? What makes you say that? What qualifications do you have!"

Xiang Qianqiu lost his usual demeanor and roared at Chen Yuan.

If it was just because of failure, he wouldn't be like this. He could just leave again. After all, it wasn't like he hadn't failed before. What was wrong with starting over?

What truly made him lose his composure was the collapse of his faith over the years. The imprint left by the Tai Ancestor was unwilling to harm Chen Yuan, and the God-Slaying Spear even changed hands on its own, abandoning him, the true royal prince!

He was not convinced!

He was not reconciled!

"Do you think this king is joking?"

Chen Yuan said calmly.

Xiang Qianqiu clenched his fists tightly, his eyes were about to split, and his veins were bulging, roaring:

"Tell me! Tell me!"

"Do you think that if you put in a lot of effort and paid a price that ordinary people can't understand, the God-Slaying Spear and the Tai Ancestor's imprint will definitely be your trump cards?"

"Aren't they?"

"Of course not! The Tai Ancestor's imprint, even if I'm not a descendant of the Xiang family, he wouldn't harm me."

"Why?"

"Because, I have the aptitude to become another Emperor Chu Tai, or even surpass him, but you don't. Everything you've done is just to follow in his footsteps, but that makes it even more difficult to look up to his back. Imitating others, repeating others, you'll feel inferior to your predecessors from the bottom of your heart.

But as a latecomer, you should have the confidence to surpass everything and the confidence to dominate the world. What is the Way of the Martial God? The God of Martial Arts, unique throughout the ages.

If you could succeed just by imitating your predecessors, why haven't any of your Xiang family's ancestors been able to do it, even though they clearly knew to break through the physical body first and then the Primordial Spirit?

Other people don't understand the key points, but the people of your Xiang family have entered this misunderstanding."

"Where are you stronger than me?"

Xiang Qianqiu suddenly raised his head and questioned with disheveled hair.

Chen Yuan smiled faintly. He could have chosen not to say so much, but at this moment, looking at Xiang Qianqiu's near-collapsed mentality, sometimes not saying some things would truly lead to regret in the future.

If it were anyone else, hundreds of years of planning coming to nothing would definitely lead to madness.

"Tell me!"

Xiang Qianqiu continued to question when he saw that Chen Yuan did not answer.

"If I'm not mistaken, you should have achieved the Yang Spirit with the Seventh Tribulation of Lightning, right?"

"Yes."

"Then do you know how many Tribulations of Lightning I've undergone?"

"You surpassed the Seventh Tribulation?"

Xiang Qianqiu's eyes widened.

He had once triggered the Eighth Tribulation Cloud, but unfortunately, it eventually dissipated. He also knew how difficult it was to surpass the Seventh Tribulation of Lightning.

"That's right. I far surpassed the Seventh Tribulation of Lightning. It is also because of this that I obtained a trace of the Tai Ancestor's imprint a long time ago.

Because I have the hope of truly stepping into the Way of the Martial God, but you, limited by your aptitude and mind, will never succeed. To become a Martial God, you must first pass the Seventh Tribulation of Lightning.

Only then can you withstand the dual pressure from heaven and earth and the physical body. Now...do you understand?"

Chen Yuan looked down at Xiang Qianqiu.

"So that's how it is, ha ha ha...so that's how it is...it turns out that I was just an ignorant frog in a well from beginning to end. Everything I paid was meaningless."

Xiang Qianqiu muttered to himself, sometimes laughing loudly, sometimes sorrowfully.

His expression allowed Chen Yuan to sense an inner peace. For a long time, Xiang Qianqiu had been a shadow over him.

He was also a major hidden danger. One scheme after another, one breakthrough after another, Xiang Qianqiu had almost run through his growth in recent years.

Finally,

He finally saw the arrogant Xiang Qianqiu collapse before his eyes.

At this time, he suddenly understood why those villains always rambled so much at crucial moments, because it was a feeling of pleasure that emanated from the heart.

To be rich and not return home is like wearing brocade at night.

If Xiang Qianqiu really died so simply, it would be a bit disrespectful to this scene and to the suffering he had endured from Xiang Qianqiu's schemes for so long.

"Now that you understand, it's time to be on your way."

Looking at the crazed Xiang Qianqiu, Chen Yuan said softly.

"Heh heh...you and I are only evenly matched. What makes you think you can kill me? If I fall, do you think you can retreat unscathed?"

Xiang Qianqiu, quickly sobered up from his madness, sneered.

"You ah, are a talent, but unfortunately, you can't see the situation clearly. I've already said that the Tai Ancestor once left an imprint on me, and now the God-Slaying Spear is in my hands.

The advantage is with me, do you understand?"

"Hahaha, arrogant, arrogant! You think you can kill me with the God-Slaying Spear?"

"Your life's foundation is nothing more than the Tai Ancestor's imprint. This is the source of your motivation, but...if you die because of it, I wonder if you'll ever be willing."

"What did you say?"

Xiang Qianqiu suddenly had a bad feeling.

Chen Yuan took a deep breath, calmed his mind, and his body quickly cracked open with cracks. Drops of blood essence instantly merged into the God-Slaying Spear. He nodded slightly and whispered:

"Please...Tai Ancestor!"

Suddenly, the colors of the void changed. The methods that Xiang Qianqiu had shown before reappeared at this moment. A hundred-zhang-tall terrifying figure quickly condensed.

With the God-Slaying Spear in hand, the killing intent rushed straight into the heavens and earth, directly locking onto Xiang Qianqiu.

From the moment the Tai Ancestor's imprint condensed, Xiang Qianqiu was horrified. He felt cold all over and wanted to escape without hesitation.

But he also experienced everything that Chen Yuan had just experienced. The entire world suddenly froze, and Xiang Qianqiu's shocked expression was still on his face.

The Tai Ancestor's phantom gently thrust forward, directly piercing through time and space, and arrived in front of Xiang Qianqiu in an instant. His eyes were also filled with despair.

......

......

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Before Chen Yuan killed Xiang Qianqiu, the confrontation between Moro and the founder of the Seven Kill Hall was also nearing its end. Because of the methods that both sides had left behind before.

Moro suffered some injuries, but the founder of the Seven Kill Hall was in an even more serious state of injury. He had been constantly suppressed by Moro and could only struggle bitterly.

He regretted coming this time. He hadn't fully obtained the benefits, but his injuries had almost endangered his life. Even if he received twice as much divine source, he couldn't make up for his losses.

Now, he just wanted to hear the news of Chen Yuan's death and the arrival of Xiang Qianqiu's reinforcements. Unfortunately, the surrounding void had never had any movement.

His aura was also rapidly declining.

Finally, after another confrontation, the founder of the Seven Kill Hall had been obliterated by one of his arms. Sensing his own injuries, the thought of retreating grew stronger and stronger in his heart.

He didn't want to risk his life with Moro anymore. The other party could be reckless, but he cherished his life very much. He glared at Moro fiercely and said coldly:

"I've remembered today's hatred. I'll have my revenge someday."

"This benefactor has no future."

Moro glanced at the founder of the Seven Kill Hall, and his aura rose even more. The terrifying thousand-zhang golden body once again emitted golden light, and a powerful force swept across the void.

"This Seat dies and dies, but aren't you worried about Chen Yuan? Do you think a half-immortal like him can withstand Xiang Qianqiu, who is in the Human Immortal Realm and also holds the God-Slaying Spear?"

Moro frowned slightly, but then relaxed:

"It's not bad at this time."

"You..."

The founder of the Seven Kill Hall's words choked. Then he didn't say much, directly tore open a void crack, and fled away. At worst, he would just circle around in this place. Anyway, he didn't want to fight this dead bald donkey anymore.

Moro didn't say a word, stretched out a finger, wanting to freeze the void and prevent the other party from leaving. As long as they were within the range of the fight, it would be very difficult to leave, depending on whether the other party agreed.

But, it was at this time that an incomparably majestic and terrifying aura rapidly permeated the void. Even Moro and the founder of the Seven Kill Hall were somewhat incredulous at that kind of aura, that kind of majesty.

This was probably the existence of a powerful being beyond the Land Immortal Realm. How could it possibly emanate aura here?

The founder of the Seven Kill Hall was extremely panicked. He began to burn the power of his Primordial Spirit without hesitation, wanting to escape from this place, fearing that he would become a target of the powerful being's confrontation.

Moro was the same, his face extremely solemn. He didn't even pay attention to the escape of the founder of the Seven Kill Hall, and was more worried about Chen Yuan's safety at this moment.

Unfortunately, the Heavenly Book had not yet sent a message.

He even took out Lu Chengfeng's token, his eyes a little struggling. That kind of terrifying aura made his Primordial Spirit somewhat frightened. Perhaps only an existence like Lu Chengfeng could face it.

What exactly happened?!

Could it be that the Immortal Gate was opened and the Immortal Realm descended?

Otherwise, how to explain it?

It couldn't possibly be the movement caused by Chen Yuan and Xiang Qianqiu, right?

......

The God-Slaying Spear pierced Xiang Qianqiu's eyebrows, directly nailing him to death in the void. Facing the terrifying Tai Ancestor's imprint, he had no effective means of resistance at all.

All defenses collapsed in an instant.

And he didn't have Chen Yuan's Destiny Altar as a foundation. The God-Slaying Spear directly ignored him, the former temporary owner, and unhesitatingly released its power.

Chen Yuan looked calm and breathed a sigh of relief.

Xiang Qianqiu, this great enemy, was finally... completely resolved.