A powerful energy wave spread out, shaking not only those around them but also the distant observation deck, which teetered on the brink of collapse.

The pouring rain was sent flying backward by the two men's attacks, as if the whole world was shaken by their battle.

Even the large, fat dragon vein in the swamp was filled with excitement, enjoying the battle performance.

It seemed quite interested in the human battle, occasionally swaying its body and deliberately letting out low growls to enhance the atmosphere of the fight.

Under Xiao Zhan's rapid and continuous spear attacks, Zhou Xuan was ultimately unable to defend himself, and the accumulated extreme cold had frozen his blade as brittle as paper.

Xiao Zhan seized the opportunity, shattering the longsword with a single spear thrust, and then stabbed at Zhou Xuan with his other hand. The powerful chilling aura knocked Zhou Xuan down from the sky.

Zhou Xuan lightly tapped his foot and took flight once more.

Although he appeared to be unharmed, a thick layer of frost had formed on his chest, chilling him to the bone.

"Well done, Xiao Zhan of the Northern Frontier."

Zhou Xuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, a look of seriousness appearing in his eyes for the first time.

He knew about the hatred between Xiao Zhan and the Zhou family, and he also knew that the other party was no easy opponent. If he did not go all out, it was very likely that both sides would be injured.

Zhou Xuan slowly raised his right hand, and the sword that had been shattered by the spear actually reformed and flew back into his hand.

With a thought, the knife in his hand instantly transformed into a grotesque, serrated, nine-ringed broadsword.

Xiao Zhan did not answer, but quietly adjusted his breathing, his aura gradually becoming more restrained, and the icy blue light on the spear in his hand became more solid, accumulating even stronger energy.

The air between the two seemed to freeze, so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

The onlookers instinctively kept their distance, afraid of being caught in the intense battle that was about to begin.

Everyone stared nervously at the two facing off, wondering who would win.

"Click".

A bright light suddenly flashed across the sky, and a bolt of lightning hundreds of meters long streaked across the horizon.

Zhou Xuan took the initiative, throwing his knife high into the air.

A moment later, the clouds in the sky suddenly gleamed with a metallic sheen, as if countless metal particles were gathering in the clouds.

The next second, countless tiny metal particles poured down like a torrential rain.

Xiao Zhan looked up at the sky. These metal particles were like a dense barrage of bullets, each containing immense power. If one were hit, the consequences would be unimaginable.

He raised his spear high above his head, and an extremely cold aura shot into the sky, condensing into a huge ice crystal dome in mid-air.

"You think it's that simple?" Zhou Xuan sneered.

At the moment the metal particles struck the dome, he suddenly raised his hands.

Countless metal fragments turned into even finer powder particles, drifting across the ice crystal dome like a sandstorm and enveloping Xiao Zhan.

Xiao Zhan hurriedly retreated, but a large amount of metal powder had already covered the entire swamp, following him like a shadow.

The powder quickly adhered to Xiao Zhan's armor, began to corrode rapidly, and made a "sizzling" sound.

Even more terrifying, these powders were trying to enter Xiao Zhan's lungs through respiration.

At the critical moment, Xiao Zhan's spear spun rapidly, creating a powerful airflow that attempted to disperse the powder.

"Your gun..." Zhou Xuan suddenly revealed a strange smile.

Xiao Zhan's heart skipped a beat. He looked down and saw that the Xuanbing Spear was showing signs of metal aging after it came into contact with the metal powder!

The once crystal-clear gun body gradually turned gray and lost its former luster.

"It's metal assimilation!" Zhou Xuan laughed wildly, extending one hand and slowly clenching his fist as he spoke.

"Soon, your precious spear will become part of my collection!"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Zhan made a decisive move. He condensed an ice blade in his left hand and forcefully cleaved it in the middle of the Xuanbing spear. The part contaminated with metal broke off instantly.

He gripped the remaining half of the gun barrel and retreated rapidly.

New ice crystals quickly condensed at the break, reforming the spearhead, but the entire spear was now less than half its original length.

The other half of the gun that Xiao Zhan had severed had been completely assimilated into metal and floated beside Zhou Xuan like a new silver pet.

Zhou Xuan calmly manipulated the metal powder and half a spear, then looked up at Xiao Zhan with a mocking expression:

"The game should end now."

"Now, what other tricks do you have up your sleeve?"

Xiao Zhan remained silent, simply holding half of the spear horizontally in front of his chest.

"drink!"

Veins bulged on his forehead, and faint blue lines flowed beneath his skin, these lines resembling blue flames spreading across his body.

"A burial ground in ice..."

Xiao Zhan whispered, and the spear in front of his chest seemed to come alive, floating up and trembling slightly, its tip like a compass, firmly locking onto Zhou Xuan.

Zhou Xuan keenly noticed this change and sensed the shift in Xiao Zhan's aura. He frowned slightly.

"Overdrafting your powers? Could it be that you..."

A thought flashed through his mind, and for the first time, terror appeared in his eyes:

"The Xiao family of the Northern Territory, we'll trade our lives for yours!"

"Xiao Zhan! You—"

Zhou Xuan's pupils contracted slightly, and his face turned extremely pale. He finally realized the seriousness of the situation.

This Xiao Zhan is not only a madman, but his hatred for the Zhou family has reached a level of madness that is beyond his comprehension.

Although Xiao Zhan is the heir of the Northern Territory and his status is not bad, Zhou Xuan is not a real member of the Zhou family. How could he really exchange his life for Xiao Zhan for the sake of the Zhou family?

Zhou Xuan wanted to say something more, but then he noticed that the blue lines under Xiao Zhan's skin had spread to his neck.

The broken gun was now encased in blue ice crystals, emanating a chilling aura.

The chill condensed all the raindrops around Xiao Zhan into ice cones, which hovered in the air and, along with Fang Yan who was aiming the broken spear, pointed at Zhou Xuan.

The swamp below them was also making a constant "crackling" sound, as the falling frost quickly froze the swamp like crackling ice on porcelain.

However, only the location of the dragon vein was not frozen. The fat dragon vein that was watching the show simply shrank its neck after feeling the cold air, hid half of its head in the swamp, and observed the movements above.

A strong sense of crisis surged up, and Zhou Xuan was greatly alarmed.

He suddenly retreated, trying to increase the distance between himself and Xiao Zhan.

However, just as he turned around, he heard Xiao Zhan shout angrily:

"Trying to escape? Too late!"

Suddenly, the blue light around Xiao Zhan surged, and he transformed into an ice shard that shot into the sky.

The air condensed into countless ice blades, completely blocking Zhou Xuan's retreat route, and even Zhou Xuan's body was frozen by the ice crystals.

The broken spear had completely locked onto Zhou Xuan.

"Xiao Zhan! You're committing suicide!" Zhou Xuan roared in anger.

"Don't push me!"

Xiao Zhan pressed his palm against the broken spear shaft, as if pouring all his strength into it, a maniacal smile spreading across his face.

"Then let's go to hell together!"