I Have A Qi Fortune Altar

"If you can endure thirty breaths under my hand, I'll concede defeat!"

"Arrogant and presumptuous, Chen Yuan, don't think that just because you've reached the twenty-first spot on the Fengyun List that you can disregard this old man. Today, I will make you retract those boastful words."

Huangfu Qi was already somewhat quick-tempered, and now Chen Yuan had completely incited his emotions.

It's as if he doesn't even consider us.

Thirty breaths!

Even the top five experts on the Fengyun List wouldn't dare utter such words when facing two Heavenly Core Grandmasters together. Chen Yuan must have lost his mind!

With that said, he turned and left the Heavenly Patrol Hall to face the duel.

Previously composed Feng Jiuying witnessed Huangfu Qi's stance and found himself in a dilemma. If Chen Yuan defeated Huangfu Qi and then challenged him,

Should he fight or not?

If he fights, he will surely lose; if he does not fight, everyone in the Liangzhou Heavenly Patrol Bureau will look down on him.

Immediately glaring at Chen Yuan, he spoke:

"Fine, since you're so confident, Feng will join forces with Brother Huangfu to show you there are always mountains beyond mountains and heavens beyond heavens!"

Feng Jiuying accepted the challenge not only because Huangfu Qi had cornered him, but also because Chen Yuan's words seemed utterly nonsensical, making the fight inevitable.

With such harsh conditions, if he dared not fight, he might as well stop mixing at all.

Heavenly Core Grandmasters have their pride.

Seeing the two agreed to the duel, Chen Yuan's goal was achieved. Thirty breaths seemed short, but for him, it was more than enough, especially under such harsh conditions.

Huangfu Qi and Feng Jiuying wouldn't accept the challenge if they didn't see a chance for victory.

This move was an open strategy.

Simple, but also effective.

Because at the Heavenly Patrol Bureau, prowess is honored. Chen Yuan had little interest in wasting much time with these minor figures for power struggles.

What he wanted was to cut through the chaos swiftly!

This way, he could grasp the situation and achieve his plans and benefits in the shortest time; he had a gut feeling that the time he anticipated would not be long.

Thus, Chen Yuan maintained a sense of urgency.

And the matter of determining victory or defeat among the three Golden Envoys spread rapidly throughout the Heavenly Patrol Bureau, with all heavenly patrol envoys who were free of missions quickly gathering.

As today might be the day to end the chaos of the past six months.

Whether it's a strong dragon that suppresses the local snake or Chen Yuan gets defeated and flees from Liangzhou, only time will tell.

This news spread quickly, using the Heavenly Patrol Bureau's queries as a starting point, rapidly extending to nearby bureaus, with the Beiliang Royal Mansion also keeping a close watch on this duel.

The only difference was that King of Beiliang's Princely Heir, Wei Wuque, was very confident in Chen Yuan, believing he would surely win.

In the void, facing Huangfu Qi and Feng Jiuying, the two Heavenly Core Grandmasters, Chen Yuan didn't show the slightest trace of seriousness; he even faced them with his hands calmly behind his back.

This demeanor undoubtedly infuriated Huangfu Qi and Feng Jiuying even more.

Yet, amid their anger, they also understood that given Chen Yuan dared boast about defeating their joint forces in thirty breaths, he must have his reliance.

Otherwise, his brain must be waterlogged.

Does Chen Yuan appear waterlogged?

No, not one bit.

Even as the duel was about to begin, Feng Jiuying felt a vague unease and regret. If he hadn't accepted, relying on their seniority, would Chen Yuan dare strike?

But once the duel began, if they didn't honor the agreement afterward, they'd inevitably be looked down upon.

Disregarding such confused thoughts, Feng Jiuying's face gradually became serious, for it's too late to think about anything else now. Only by using his strongest means can he recover face.

Make that arrogant fellow Chen Yuan roll back to where he came from!

"Brother Huangfu, don't hold back. We must use all our strength. Chen Yuan has his backing, and we cannot be careless." Feng Jiuying transmitted to Huangfu Qi.

"I understand."

With a cold snort, Huangfu Qi shouted sternly to Chen Yuan:

"Chen Yuan, today you will pay for your previous arrogance!"

"You're all talk. Why don't you both come at me? Otherwise, when I make my move, you'll have no chance." Chen Yuan glanced at Huangfu Qi, his gaze sweeping below.

Only by suppressing Huangfu Qi and Feng Jiuying publicly in front of most martial artists of the Heavenly Patrol Bureau could he establish his authority swiftly and break their foundation.

Now, the time is right!

"Kill!"

Huangfu Qi shouted angrily, spreading his arms as his momentum erupted fully, in Chen Yuan's perception almost akin to Xiao Yusheng, the former Qingyun Sword Sect leader.

Behind him, two golden whips suddenly unsheathed, blood and Qi surging, instantly forming a massive martial artist phantom in the void, surrounding Heaven and Earth Primordial Energy started to roil, filling the area.

Feng Jiuying, with a single thought, almost activated all his strength, gathering Primordial Energy from several dozen feet surrounding him, accumulating power.

"Destroy!"

Huangfu Qi roared, like unexpected Heavenly Thunder from flat land, as his powerful phantom lifted the double whips, smashing down on Chen Yuan with his shout.

Feng Jiuying also acted, pushing his palms horizontally, endless primordial energy condensed into one, like a massive sphere, moving alongside the phantom.

While activating these ultimate techniques, both their faces subtly paled, as these techniques were surely their trump cards.