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Ding Han's face turned red with anger, and the veins on his forehead bulged out like little winding snakes.

The black spiritual energy surging around his body was like a turbulent undercurrent, carrying the momentum to destroy the world. Under the pressure of his power, the void under his feet was covered with dense, tiny cracks, like a spider web that was about to break.

He shouted suddenly, his voice resounding like a loud bell, startling a flock of flying birds.

His right fist was raised high, and the white immortal power gathered in his fist became increasingly dense, as if condensing all his anger and unwillingness. He rushed towards Zixing swiftly, and every step made the earth tremble slightly, like an angry beast.

Facing his fierce attack, Zi Xing looked calm, like a tranquil lake, without any ripples.

She just slowly stretched out a slender finger, and at the tip of her finger, fairy light was hazy and dim, like a dreamy mist, emitting a soft and mysterious light, as if all the power in the world would be eclipsed by this light.

In the blink of an eye, Ding Han had rushed in front of Zi Xing. His sandbag-sized fist was wrapped in the whistling sound of the wind and smashed down with a tremendous force. Wherever the fist passed, the air was instantly torn apart, making a sharp whistling sound.

"Bang bang bang!"

Dull impact sounds rang out one after another, and the heavy fists were like meteorites falling from the sky. Each blow contained a terrifying force that could split mountains and rocks. The surrounding space was distorted and vibrated by this powerful force.

However, what was shocking was that his seemingly invincible fist smashed into the hazy fairy light on Zi Xing's fingertips, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea, only splashing a circle of faint ripples.

Although the fairy light looked weak, it was actually extremely tough and could always steadily resist Ding Han's attacks. No matter how hard Ding Han tried, he could not break through it at all.

Ding Han's eyes widened with disbelief, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, wetting his temples. His chest rose and fell violently, and he gasped, thinking to himself: "How is this possible? My powerful attack can't even break her defense? Could it be that she has a very powerful defensive magic weapon hidden on her body, which makes her so fearless?"

Thinking of this, a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes, but he soon regained his arrogant expression. He snorted in his heart, "Humph, even if she has a magic weapon, so what? In terms of real strength, this girl is definitely far inferior to me. The magic weapon is just an external object. When her spiritual power is exhausted, let's see what she can use to resist my attack!"

Ding Han gritted his teeth, made up his mind, and took a few steps back to distance himself from Zi Xing. He quickly formed seals with his hands, muttered something, and the black spiritual power around him surged like boiling black magma.

"Snow Dragon Silver Spear!!!"

As he shouted loudly, a sharp spear appeared out of thin air in his hand.

This spear has a slender body, flashing with cold light, and the tip is so sharp that it seems to be able to pierce the sky.

The gun was engraved with mysterious runes, which flashed strangely under the stimulation of spiritual power. This gun was made by him using countless precious materials and after several years of careful refining. It was infused with a lot of his hard work and was connected to his mind, like a part of his body.

Ding Han held the spear in his hand, tapped the ground with his feet, and shot towards Zixing like an arrow. When he approached Zixing, he twisted his waist and the spear swept out like a silver lightning.

The bright light suddenly bloomed, spreading a vast expanse of white, as if to cover the entire world. Wherever it went, the air was cut into countless pieces, making a "sizzling" sound.

"Ow!!!"

A snow-white dragon also rose into the sky, carrying a white light, and rushed towards Zixing with its fangs and claws bared.

The dragon exuded a biting coldness all over its body, and every time it moved its body, a thin layer of frost appeared in the surrounding space.

Faced with this move, Zi Xing's expression remained very calm, and he didn't take it seriously at all.

The corners of her mouth rose slightly, revealing a confident smile, and she flicked her fingers. Several light white fairy lights flew out like gauze and collided with the bright white dragon!

The snow-white dragon flew up and down, its whiskers dancing wildly and its sharp claws waving, trying to tear apart the fairy light!

However, this thin fairy light seemed extremely tough, and no matter how the dragon struggled, it had no way to break free from it.

The fairy light seemed to have life, tightly wrapping around the dragon. No matter how hard it tried, it could not break free.

Seeing this, Ding Han's expression became stern, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

He held the silver spear tightly in both hands, the muscles on his arms bulged high, and the silver spear in his hand shook, emitting a brilliant light.

The light was so bright that it hurt people's eyes, and it seemed to illuminate the entire world.

He stabbed Zixing with a spear in his hand!

The spear carried an unstoppable momentum, as if it was going to pierce through space.

The momentum was so strong that it made the people who were watching the show from a distance look a little serious.

"Master, Ding Han is stronger than me!!!" A follower looked solemn, with a tremor in his voice.

"If we fight alone, we are no match for him!!!" another follower echoed, his face full of worry.

"However, we have more people, so if a fight really breaks out, he will definitely suffer!!!" Although the last follower pretended to be calm, there was a hint of fear in his eyes.

Zheng Tian's followers were all shocked by Ding Han's strength. This also allowed them to see with their own eyes how much stronger a cultivator who relied on his own strength and talent to break through to the fifth level of the Immortal King was compared to people like them who relied on various natural materials and treasures to break through.

Listening to the self-consolation of several followers around him, Zheng Tian frowned slightly, and a hint of impatience flashed in his eyes.

He was too lazy to talk to them, secretly despising them in his heart: "These guys only know how to show off their value in front of me, but when it comes to the critical moment, what use will it be?"

Zheng Tian simply ignored their words and watched the fight between Ding Han and Zi Xing with a serious expression.

His eyes were fixed on Zi Xing, and he thought to himself, "This woman may seem weak, but her strength is unfathomable. Every move she makes reveals a calmness and confidence, as if everything is under her control. This battle may be far more exciting than I imagined."

There was a hint of excitement in Zheng Tian's eyes. For him, this battle was not only a rare opportunity to observe, but also an examination of his own strength.

He knew very well that in this world where the strong are respected, only by constantly improving himself can he gain a foothold in the Xukun world.