Xu Qianzhui's wails continued, but Yan Ziyu cautiously searched for Chen Changsheng's opening.
Although Chen Changsheng appeared to be riddled with openings, the more so it seemed, the more uneasy Yan Ziyu became.
Seeing this, Chen Changsheng glanced at distant Luoyang City and said blandly.
"Why haven't you attacked yet?"
"If you drag this out any longer, the Skinning and Bone Removal process will be complete."
"Once that process is finished, the consequences will be irreversible."
"What are you waiting for?"
"Buzz!"
As soon as the words fell, Yan Ziyu threw a punch. The immense divine power even caused space to ripple slightly.
What was even more surprising was that, as a Confucian cultivator, Yan Ziyu's physical body was far stronger than those of cultivators of the same generation.
"Bang!"
Chen Changsheng was "shattered," Yan Ziyu's fist effortlessly piercing through his body.
At this sight, Yan Ziyu's pupils began to dilate.
"Sword Qi Image!"
"You're too slow. If you can't even see through your enemy's movements, how are you supposed to attack them?"
Chen Changsheng's voice sounded from behind him.
"Boom!"
A tremendous blow crashed into Yan Ziyu's back, sending him hurtling toward the ground like a meteor.
Yet before the dust had even settled, a long spear appeared behind Chen Changsheng.
"Whoosh!"
The incomparably sharp spearhead stabbed straight at Chen Changsheng's back. Countless Great Dao Laws wrapped around its tip, enough to break through any defense.
"Pfft!"
This time, the spear in Yan Ziyu's hand pierced through Chen Changsheng's chest.
"You're a Confucian cultivator, so why do you keep using such crude, brute-force methods?"
"Such tactics might work against other cultivators, but they're useless against me."
"Whoosh!"
The Five-Colored Feather Fan enlarged out of thin air, and a beam of Five-Colored Divine Light directly immobilized Yan Ziyu.
Immediately afterward,