The First Venerable of All Paths

"Fang Xuan, catch the gun!"

Zhao Qingcang shouted sharply, and asked, "What is the tip of the spear? Black light is flowing around it."

Profound Daoist energy coiled around the spear, condensing into a sharp spear light that tore through the sky and pierced straight towards Fang Xuan.

"Well done!"

Fang Xuan grinned maliciously, his long-accumulated fighting spirit erupting to its peak, his entire body radiating a murderous aura.

With a swift twist of his wrist, the blood-red God of Slaughter Spear trembled and roared, seemingly without any pattern, but in reality pure and domineering.

"when!"

The two guns clashed, and a deafening metallic clang resounded.

The piercing sound waves swept across the area, causing the eardrums of all the cultivators present to tingle and their blood to surge.

Everyone stared in horror at the two combatants, their expressions filled with shock.

Fang Xuan and the other man locked eyes, both able to sense the brutal killing intent in each other's eyes.

The two of them exerted force together.

Immediately afterwards, the two completely opposite gun forces clashed violently, and the violent and domineering recoil force exploded along the gun shaft.

Zhao Qingcang swayed, his feet retreating several steps, crushing several pieces of the white jade floor tiles beneath his feet.

Fang Xuan's body also trembled, and he retreated, leaving two clear marks on the ground.

"Again!"

Before they could regain their footing, the two charged at each other again.

Both men used guns as their weapons and fought with them.

Every move he made was filled with a cold and ruthless killing intent.

In an instant, gunshots flashed everywhere, and cold light filled the sky!

Zhao Qingcang's gunshot speed increased rapidly.

His guns are designed to be used to control soldiers with principles and to intimidate people with power.

Drawing and retracting the gun is as easy as drawing an arm or finger, with tricky angles and flexible variations.

Every time Fang Xuan fired his gun, he did so with all his might, leaving no room for error.

The God-Slaying Spear is meant to prove its Dao through killing and to break through laws with force.

The series of gunfights kept everyone on edge, yet they also found it incredibly exciting.

They hadn't seen such a spectacular battle in many years.

Even powerful figures like Gu Ya and Qi Xuanlin nodded in approval, secretly applauding the two.

"Cold Light Shot Kill!"

Seeing that he couldn't break through after a long attack, Zhao Qingcang's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he suddenly thrust his battle spear at Fang Xuan's throat with lightning speed.

This shot was insidious, vicious, and filled with murderous intent.

Facing Zhao Qingcang's ultimate spear strike, Fang Xuan neither dodged nor evaded.

He gripped the gun tightly, and suddenly swung the tip horizontally.

Fang Xuan did not parry the opponent's attack, but instead pressed close to the opponent's gun.

The spear tip trembled, and the same spear thrust towards Zhao Qingcang's brow!

"What?"

"Fighting with his life on the line? Has he gone mad?"

Fang Xuan's response caused an uproar among the audience.

"What do you know?"

However, some people saw through Fang Xuan's true purpose.

"In a duel between masters, it's not just about individual cultivation and strength; martial arts techniques are secondary. The key lies in combat experience and combat awareness!"

"Well said."

Some people strongly agreed with this, saying, "Experience can be learned, but awareness is innate. Faced with Zhao Qingcang's sure-kill shot, Fang Xuan chose to fight to the death. This wasn't recklessness, but a ruthless decision made after weighing the pros and cons. His rich combat experience made him subconsciously choose this method of response."

This person has a sharp eye and saw through Fang Xuan's true purpose at a glance.

His lengthy discourse drew nods of approval from many.

"So, who do you think will win?"

The man pondered for a moment and said, "It's hard to say. But judging from their cultivation levels, Holy Son Zhao Qingcang seems to have a slight edge and a higher chance of winning."

"But Fang Xuan was able to defeat Su Chongming, so his strength should not be underestimated."

Some people hold opposing views.

"You only know one side of the story."

The man smiled calmly and began to speak eloquently.

"Although Su Chongming is strong, his talent is limited. Fang Xuan, on the other hand, rose from adversity, possessing talent, temperament, perseverance, and good fortune—he has few rivals even among those of the same cultivation level. But unfortunately..."

He stood with his hands behind his back and said in a low voice, "Zhao Qingcang, the Holy Son, possesses an innate Dao Body and is a top disciple of the Dao Seeking Sect. The techniques and martial arts he has cultivated are among the best of his generation, and he also has a renowned master guiding him. Who do you think is stronger?"

His comments immediately made many people fall into deep thought.

"This Fang Xuan is really amazing."

Hu Feng asked, "Senior Brother Tuoba, if you were to fight him, how confident are you of your chances?"

"Without external help, I am 70% confident."

Tuoba arrogantly shook his head and said, "If I merge with a divine beast, I'm 100% confident."

In the center of the square, Zhao Qingcang, who was about to shoot Fang Xuan dead, suddenly changed his expression.

He never expected Fang Xuan to be so resolute and ruthless.

He hesitated for a moment, then quickly put away his gun and retreated.

With this retreat, Zhao Qingcang's spear thrust weakened by half.

Taking this opportunity, Fang Xuan's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and the sharp tip of his spear slashed from top to bottom, as if he wanted to disembowel Zhao Qingcang.

Zhao Qingcang's expression suddenly changed as he realized he had fallen into Fang Xuan's trap.

But it was all too late.

From the very beginning, Fang Xuan was betting that Zhao Qingcang wouldn't dare to fight him to the death.

Therefore, he used a life-or-death fighting style, bringing the Killer Gun to its fullest potential.

As Zhao Qingcang parried with his spear, Fang Xuan's blood and qi surged, and blood-red patterns flowed on the God of Slaughter Spear. Then, Fang Xuan thrust the spear forward.

"Ding!"

The tip of the God of Slaughter Spear was blocked by the Asking Battle Spear, but the powerful force still forced Zhao Qingcang to retreat.

Fang Xuan would not let this opportunity pass by. His spear trembled continuously, unleashing sharp spear rays that enveloped Zhao Qingcang's entire body.

"Damn it!"

Seeing that he was completely suppressed by Fang Xuan and had no power to fight back, Zhao Qingcang's face turned extremely gloomy.

He was completely drawn into Fang Xuan's fighting rhythm and was being led by the nose.

Everyone stared in disbelief as Zhao Qingcang suffered a crushing defeat.

"He's so strong!"

"In terms of marksmanship alone, Zhao Qingcang is no match for him!"

"How is this possible? That's the Holy Son of the Dao Seeking Sect!"

While everyone was shocked, the elders and disciples of the Dao Asking Sect looked increasingly grim, their hearts filled with humiliation.

Their newly appointed holy son was being suppressed and beaten.

Regardless of the final outcome, there will certainly be many negative comments about the Daoist Sect from the outside world.

"This can't go on any longer; we have to break free from his rhythm immediately!"

Zhao Qingcang's cunning, skill, and talent are undoubtedly reasons why he has been able to get to where he is today.

With just a thought, Zhao Qingcang's spiritual power surged into the Dao Inquiry Battle Spear like a tidal wave.

"Buzz!"

The gun trembled, and Zhao Qingcang swung it out with both hands.

"The Moon Guards the Mountains and Rivers!"

With a furious roar, Zhao Qingcang unleashed a solitary moon from the tip of his spear, slashing towards Fang Xuan.

This spear thrust was comparable to Su Chongming's full-force attack.

"Can't bear it anymore?"

Fang Xuan grinned, and his murderous aura instantly surged to its peak.

"Then try taking a shot from me!"

Fang Xuan roared in anger, and a dazzling spear light burst forth, transforming into a rain of spears that engulfed Zhao Qingcang.

"A hundred battles in reincarnation!"

Fang Xuan had already mastered this skill.

Adding to this, he was now facing Zhao Qingcang, and the hatred, fighting spirit, and killing intent that had been suppressed for many years combined to further fuel his spear momentum.

"Break it!"

The spear light, brimming with fighting spirit, was unleashed at this moment, instantly shattering Zhao Qingcang's spear stance.

"Pfft pfft pfft!"

The void shattered, and a sharp aura swept out, leaving clear gun marks on the ground.

When the lingering effects dissipated, everyone was stunned and speechless with shock.

Because at this moment, Zhao Qingcang's body was covered in a few drops of crimson.

That is blood.

He's injured!

"The Holy Son is injured!"

A commotion arose as the disciples of the Dao Seeking Sect looked at Zhao Qingcang, some of them unable to accept it.

The dignified Holy Son of the Dao Seeking Sect was actually injured by an unknown nobody.

On the high platform, Gu Ya stroked his beard and sighed softly, his eyes filled with melancholy.

"What a domineering gunmanship! What decisive young man! Truly, the younger generation is to be feared!"

Qi Xuanlin of the Qingyun Sect looked at the white-robed youth with his cold eyes and nodded slightly.

"The gun is born from the heart, the momentum arises from killing; it is domineering and fierce, courageous and resourceful, truly impressive."

The two men's comments caused Zhao Kou and the others to turn completely gloomy.

Zhao Kou took a deep breath and said, "Cang'er, stop fooling around and let's finish this soon."

This is telling Zhao Qingcang to act quickly and kill Fang Xuan as soon as possible.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Qingcang exhaled a breath of stale air, and his gaze toward Fang Xuan gradually became more serious.

"Fang Xuan, warm-up's over, let's... go all out!"

He didn't want to delay any longer, otherwise he, as the Holy Son of the Dao Seeking Sect, would become a complete laughingstock.

Fang Xuan pointed his spear at Zhao Qingcang, his fighting spirit surging once more.

"As you wish!"