Fu Dongliu saw that Chen Qingyuan was no longer retreating. He thrust his spear forward, his face filled with shock, and swung his blade several times in an attempt to block.

His mind was in disarray, and his composure was lost.

Each swing of his blade had flaws, and he was forced back by the might of Chen Qingyuan's spear.

The spear tip pierced forward, a beam of light surged into the starry sky, shattering all the floating boulders around them into dust.