The spear in Ding Han's hand was like a silver dragon that was about to devour its prey, with the vast spiritual power that he had condensed throughout his life entwined around it.

The tip of the gun tore through the air, making a sharp and piercing whistling sound. The sound was like the howling of evil ghosts from the underworld, and it kept echoing in this space full of spiritual energy, making people shudder.

In a flash, the spear pierced through the void with lightning speed and appeared in front of Zixing in an instant.

The bright fairy light emitted from the tip of the gun made Zi Xing's delicate and beautiful face look even paler under this extremely fierce attack, as if a thin layer of frost quietly covered it, adding a bit of ghostly mystery to her already cold face.

On the other hand, Zixing's expression was as calm as a windless lake, without any ripples.

Her eyes, as dark as the night, revealed an innate confidence and composure, as if the fatal blow before her was just a gentle breeze in spring, not worth mentioning.

She pursed her red lips, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised, outlining a faint smile. This smile was full of contempt for her opponent, and it also showed her absolute confidence in her own strength.

She was still walking slowly and gracefully, stretching out a slender finger. There was a fairy light at the fingertips, hazy and dim, like a dreamy mist, emitting a soft and mysterious light, as if all the power in the world could be controlled by this finger.

This finger seemed weak and boneless, but at this critical moment, it steadily faced Ding Han's spear.

"clang!"

A crisp metallic collision sound suddenly rang out, as if an ancient bell was struck by a heavy hammer, causing the surrounding air to vibrate violently.

With the impact point as the center, circles of visible spiritual power ripples spread out in all directions. Wherever they went, the space was distorted, as if the rules of reality began to disintegrate under the impact of this force.

Ding Han only felt an overwhelming force coming from the spear. The force seemed gentle, but was actually extremely strong.

It was as if a towering ancient sacred mountain stood before him, instantly destroying his full-strength attack.

His hands trembled violently due to the powerful recoil force, and blood spurted out from the knuckles. The bright red blood slowly slid down the handle of the gun and dripped onto the cracked ground under his feet. It was instantly absorbed by the dry soil without leaving a trace, as if it had never existed.

Ding Han widened his eyes, his look full of disbelief, as if he had seen the most absurd thing in the world.

His mind was spinning like a tangled mess, and he was thinking to himself, "Did this woman use the power of a magic weapon, or is her own cultivation already so strong? Why could she easily withstand my full-strength attack?"

His eyes were full of confusion and shock. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, sliding down his cheeks which were flushed with anger and wetting his temples.

He just couldn't understand why this seemingly weak woman could possess such powerful strength.

But now that things have come to this, he has no way out.

He subconsciously glanced in the direction of Zheng Tian, ​​only to see Zheng Tian and his followers staring wide-eyed, concentrating on watching the battle, with both tension and anticipation in their eyes.

Ding Han knew clearly that if he stopped at this moment, he would become a laughing stock in Zheng Tian's eyes. In this world where the strong are respected, he would become a laughing stock of everyone and be drowned in endless ridicule and contempt.

When he thought about how he was forced into such a dilemma, all because of this damn girl, the rage in Ding Han's heart began to burn fiercely, getting stronger and stronger. The rage surged in his heart, gradually devouring his reason, leaving only endless anger and unwillingness.

"Thirteen Shots of the Shocking Dragon!!!"

He shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice filled with rage and despair, like the dying roar of a wounded beast.

As he roared, the spiritual power in his body poured into the spear madly without reservation.

In an instant, the spear in his hand suddenly split into thirteen identical spears.

Each spear exuded a biting cold and deadly aura, as if they were thirteen ferocious beasts from ancient times, ready to tear everything in front of them into pieces!

These spears spun rapidly in the air, and the runes on the spears flashed with strange light. In a mysterious and fierce formation, they sealed off the space around Zi Xing, leaving her nowhere to escape.

Wherever the spear passed, the air was cut into countless pieces, making a "sizzling" sound!

Deep cracks also appeared on the ground, and even wisps of black smoke rose from the cracks, as if the terrifying force had torn the space apart, revealing an unknown fear hidden in the darkness.

Zi Xing stood quietly there, with an upright posture and fluttering clothes, like a snow lotus blooming on the edge of a cliff, pure and tough.

There was a coldness and disdain in her eyes as she quietly looked at the thirteen spears. As her beautiful eyes moved, it seemed as if everything in the world was under her control.

With just a glance, the thirteen seemingly invulnerable spears seemed to be hit by an invisible force.

The light on the gun body dimmed instantly, and the originally sharp gun tip began to tremble slightly, as if they were afraid of something, as if they felt the crushing force from a higher level.

Then, there was a series of crisp "crackling" sounds, like a dense chorus of firecrackers, and all the spears shattered into pieces, turning into countless points of light that dissipated in the air, leaving only an illusory light and shadow, as if everything that had just happened was just a fleeting illusion.

Ding Han was caught off guard. By the time he reacted, an invisible force like a surging wave hit him hard.

He had no time to make any defense, and his whole body was blown away like a kite with a broken string.

"puff!!!"

After drawing an arc in the air, Ding Han fell heavily to the ground, spitting blood from his mouth. The bright red blood scattered in the air like blooming blood flowers. Under the reflection of the sunlight, it looked particularly dazzling, as if it was fate's ruthless mockery of him.

His body twisted in pain on the ground, his hands tightly grasping the ground, his nails digging into the soil, as if he was trying to grasp the last bit of dignity, but it was all in vain.

Zheng Tian and others in the distance also had an expression of disbelief on their faces. Their mouths opened wide, their eyes were as big as bells, and the expressions on their faces were frozen in that moment of shock, as if frozen in time.

At first, they all thought that Zi Xing was using a powerful magic weapon to hide his own aura and block Ding Han's various attacks.

Her own strength must not be too strong!

But now, they are wondering if they had guessed wrong before?

Because the strength displayed by Zixing was entirely his own strength, they did not see any signs of him using any magic weapon!

Zheng Tian's heart was in turmoil. Could it be that he had really misjudged the person?

But if her strength is really that strong, it would be even more incredible.

Because, this means that her strength is definitely stronger than Gu Xinghui and the others. How is this possible?