Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

Dean thought for a moment, suppressed his murderous intent, and decided to hold back a little longer: "I'm fine now, sorry to bother you."

After saying that, he turned around and prepared to leave.

Just as Dean turned around and his leather boots touched the bluestone steps, his body suddenly stiffened.

The angle at which he turned around allowed him to clearly see, through the sunlight filtering through the leaves, something that was tucked into Xilun's waist.

That's a revolver!

Dean's pupils suddenly contracted, as if struck by lightning.

He bit his tongue hard, using the excruciating pain to stay awake.

He remembered it all too clearly! Right then and there, outside the bronze gate of the Great Snow Mountain, the masked man had fired a shot at him to test the power of the field.

At that time, the other party was holding a specially made revolver that was completely different in shape from ordinary firearms and had a dark metallic luster all over its body!

Could it really be him?!

Logically speaking, a revolver that doesn't need to be loaded with gunpowder, has immense power, and can even spew out strange fire snakes, should not be a mass-produced product available on the market, but rather some kind of extremely rare and extraordinary relic!

There's absolutely no such coincidence in the world!

Dean took a deep breath of the cold air, suppressed his wildly beating heart, and tried to walk away as if nothing had happened.

After figuring out Xiren's identity, Dean was so excited that his fingertips went numb.

However, he was an experienced veteran of the second tier and had no intention of making a move immediately.

He had to scream internally, but he had to endure it!

Once Xilun leaves this damned canyon and this place where the laws suppress him, he will instantly regain the peak strength of a second-tier Ripper.

At that time, he only needs one slap to turn this little beast into mincemeat!

Dean grew happier and happier as he thought about it, and the muscles in his face were so contorted that they stretched into an extremely stiff and eerie smile.

He planned to join the main force of the Shudalk family now and keep a close eye on the route Xilun took to leave the country.

However, the next moment, his beautiful dream was ruthlessly shattered by a cold remark.

"Mr. Dean, you seem quite pleased."

Behind them came Xilun's cold, emotionless voice.

Dean's face stiffened, and he slowly turned his head away like a rusty gear.

Suddenly, Xilun had already grasped the alloy gun disguised as a black umbrella in his hand. He moved forward three steps silently, and the distance between the two was less than five steps.

The entire process was silent and stealthy, like a ghost.

Xilun's expression was cold, his gaze sharp as a knife.

Dean opened his mouth, but the excited expression on his face froze instantly, as if someone had poured a bucket of ice water over his head in the dead of winter, chilling him to the bone.

He forced a smile that looked worse than a grimace: "It's nothing."

Xilun tilted his head, like a curious hunter examining his captured prey, and asked slowly:

"I'm curious, why are you suddenly so happy? Can you answer my question?"

Dean's face was extremely stiff, the veins on his forehead throbbing, and he forced himself to say:

"It's nothing, I just remembered some... happy things. Things about the family."

Dean was sweating profusely, his neck was sweating like crazy, and the sweat slid down his collar, making him feel as if a venomous snake was crawling on his back.

Xilun didn't press the matter further. He lowered his head and looked down at his waist.

"You probably didn't see my face clearly. As for my clothes, I changed them after that heavy rain. So..."

As he spoke, Xiren examined the black umbrella in his hand, then slowly pulled out the menacing-looking "Resentment Revolver," his finger lightly resting on the trigger, the muzzle intentionally or unintentionally pointing at Dean's forehead.

"You recognized it, didn't you?"

Dean's pupils instantly shrank to the size of pinpoints!

He never expected that the other party would suddenly tear off the mask of civility when they had such an absolute advantage!

The next moment, Dean didn't hesitate at all, and his combat instincts as a second-tier powerhouse completely erupted.

His figure was like an enraged lion. Instead of retreating, he immediately moved closer to the gun barrel, his right hand wrapped in violent blood and energy, turning into a sharp palm blade, and slashing straight at Xilun's throat!

If you try to run away now, you will immediately expose your back to the monster, leaving you completely defenseless and certain to die.

He must advance by retreating, engage in close combat, and disable the opponent's firearms!

That's what she thought, and her reaction was absolutely perfect.

However, at the very moment he made his move, a hint of mockery flashed in Xiren's eyes.

"Bang!"

Flames erupted, and gunfire thundered.

The resentful revolver opened fire at extremely close range.

Dean's reaction speed was indeed terrifying. At the critical moment, he suddenly turned his head and raised his left hand. His hand, wearing a special metal glove, actually grabbed the powerful bullet in mid-air and held it firmly in his palm!

Blood splattered instantly from between his fingers, but he blocked it!

But Siron had no intention of killing him with a single shot.

Just as Dean gripped the bullet, using the recoil from firing, Celen's right arm muscles bulged out like a writhing dragon, his fist tearing through the air and slamming down with a piercing sonic boom along a strange arc!

"boom!"

The two exchanged blows!

A terrifying shockwave exploded outwards from the two of them.

The hard bluestone steps on the ground shattered into powder instantly, and more than a dozen trees around it, each as thick as a person's embrace, shook violently, their leaves falling like a torrential rain.

Xilun's punch, amplified by the immense power of the Giant Whale's Guiding Technique, was like a mountain crashing down.

Dean groaned, feeling the bones in his right arm groaning under the strain. He couldn't withstand the inhuman force and stumbled back three large steps, each step leaving a deep footprint in the ground.

Siren followed Dean relentlessly, giving him no chance to catch his breath.

He threw down his revolver, clenched his fists, and unleashed a storm of attacks, relentlessly striking Dean's vital points.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

In just ten breaths, Xilun had already unleashed over thirty punches!

Fine arcs of electricity flickered between his fists and feet.

He brought Berero's kicking technique to its fullest potential, each kick carrying the power to split mountains and shatter rocks, relentlessly suppressing Dean's defensive space.

At the same time, the Great Thunder Breathing Technique was circulating wildly within Xilun's body. With his blood and qi surging, each punch was accompanied by a muffled thunderous roar.

This thunderous sound not only shook the soul, but also made Xilun's power inexhaustible, like a perpetual motion machine that never tires.

Dean was forced to retreat repeatedly, his arms going numb.

His face was so dark it seemed to drip water, and finally, in a fit of extreme anger and frustration, he roared:

"It really is you! You little beast! You killed my only son, severed my lineage, so cruel, you truly deserve to die!!"

Xiren delivered a powerful roundhouse kick to Dean's parrying forearm, responding with a calmness as serene as death itself.

"Don't rush to talk about going to your death. I told you, I'll send you to see your son soon."

"Arrogant!"

Dean's eyes were bloodshot as he desperately dodged a heavy punch from Xilun. Then, he lowered his body, like a dragon emerging from the sea, and with his shoulder surging with violent blood and energy, he slammed into Xilun's chest.

This is the Mountain-Piercing Strike of a second-tier powerhouse, enough to smash an elephant into a pulp!

But Xilun neither dodged nor avoided it.

He suddenly straightened his chest, and the dual defenses of "Golden Tortoise Cicada Molting" and "Forged Bone Iron Armor" were instantly activated, his muscle fibers contracting like the toughest steel cables.

"Bang!"

A dull thud that made your teeth ache.

Xilun's physical prowess was on full display at this moment.

Even Dean, who was once a second-tier powerhouse, could not withstand the explosive backlash from Xilun, which was like an impenetrable fortress.

Dean felt as if his shoulder had hit a solid iron mountain. The huge recoil made him see stars, and he completely lost his balance, falling heavily to the ground.

Siren followed closely, leaping up suddenly and pressing his knee firmly into Dean's chest, pinning him to the ground.

Then, he rained blows on Dean's face with both fists.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

In the blink of an eye, Dean's once dignified face had become bruised and swollen, with blood spurting everywhere.

The next moment, Xiren gathered all his strength and punched Dean hard in the forehead, trying to smash his skull.

But in the face of life and death, Dean also revealed the ruthlessness of a ruthless tyrant.

He took the punch head-on, his skull cracking with a sharp sound, but he used the pain to clench his right fist tightly and slammed it into Xilen's cheek as well.

"Bang!"

Xiren's head snapped to the side, his cheek swollen from the impact, a trickle of blood escaping from the corner of his mouth. His body also fell to one side due to the immense force of the impact.

Dean finally broke free of his restraints. Like a wounded beast, he rolled on the ground and grabbed the bronze spear that had been stuck in the ground.

With the spear in hand, his entire aura instantly became incredibly fierce.

Xilun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb and spat a mouthful of bloody saliva onto the ground.

He took a deep breath, and the thunderous sound within his body roared again, his blood and qi surging wildly once more like a river bursting its banks.

"Die!"

Dean roared, his bronze spear transforming into a ghastly green lightning bolt as he thrust it straight at Xilun's throat.

Xilun's expression was terrifyingly calm. He didn't back down, but instead stretched out his hands to meet the sharp spearhead.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Xilun's palms gleamed with a metallic sheen, his iron armor gleamed, and beneath his skin, faint patterns resembling coiled dragons could be seen.

He actually used his bare hands to block several fatal thrusts from the bronze spear, producing a piercing sound like metal clashing.

The instant he blocked the third shot, a glint flashed in Xilun's eyes, and he clenched his hands together, gripping the bronze spear like iron clamps!

Dean was shocked and tried desperately to pull it away, only to find that the gun seemed to be cast into the other person's hand.

Taking advantage of the momentum, Cirron unleashed another kick, leaping into the air and delivering a powerful blow to Dean's already injured right shoulder.

"Crack!"

The sound of the shoulder bone cracking was clearly audible.

Dean gritted his teeth in pain, a resolute glint in his eyes.

Despite his severe shoulder injury, he suddenly twisted the gun barrel with both hands.

The bronze spear, like a dragon emerging from the sea, with its tip spinning violently, forcefully broke free from Xilun's restraints and pierced Xilun's chest at an extremely tricky angle!

"Pfft!"

The spear tip pierced three-tenths of an inch into flesh!

Xilun frowned slightly. He endured the excruciating pain, slapped the gun barrel with both hands, and used the force to slide backward.

The wound on his chest was bleeding profusely, but a moment later, a miracle occurred.

With the full activation of the "Golden Tortoise Cicada Shedding" talent, the miraculous internal landscape repair power of the "Great Thunder Breathing Method" also came into play at the same time.

To Dean's astonishment, the potentially fatal penetrating wound in Xilen's chest stopped bleeding at a visible speed, and the granulation tissue rapidly writhed and healed.

Xilun slowly picked up the alloy gun disguised as a black umbrella from the ground and pulled it out.

The heavy gun barrel drew a spark on the ground.

He raised his head, his eyes cold as ice, and murmured:

"Let's wrap this up as soon as possible. Although it's quiet here, it's not exactly safe. It's best to leave this place sooner rather than later."

Dean's mouth was full of blood, and the severe injury to his shoulder made his hands tremble slightly.

Although he was filled with hatred, he was by no means a brainless brute.

He assessed the situation and knew that he had no chance of killing this monstrous creature with a distorted physique in the strange realm today.

"call out!"

Dean suddenly withdrew his bronze spear and turned to flee madly into the depths of the dense forest.

"Trying to leave?"

Xilun sneered and slammed his legs against the stone wall beside him.

The solid stone wall shattered with a deafening roar. Using the immense recoil, he quickly closed the distance in a few steps, and the alloy spear in his hand slammed down on Dean's head from behind like a mountain crashing down.

However, just as the spear was about to fall, a sinister glint flashed in Dean's eyes as he was "running away".

Instead of turning around, he used the momentum of running forward to twist his waist strangely, and the bronze spear in his hand turned into an extremely ruthless "returning spear", which pierced straight into Xilun's heart!

It turns out that his previous escape was just a pretense. His real purpose was to accumulate strength during this extremely dangerous escape and launch this all-or-nothing attack!

Xilen's pupils contracted, but his body reacted with lightning speed. He forcefully twisted the downward-slamming gun.

"clang!!"

The two guns collided violently in mid-air, producing a deafening roar.

The violent shockwave ripped away a layer of the surrounding ground. The two were each thrown back two large steps by the immense impact.

This time, Celen gave Dean no chance to breathe and launched the first attack.

"boom!"

Xiren's body seemed to suddenly expand, like a whale swallowing its prey, instantly sucking away the surrounding air.

The fifth level of the Great Perfection of the "Great Sea Whale Guiding Technique" was unleashed without reservation!

His every move was truly eye-catching. His violent aura was like the biting winter wind, piercing to the bone and cutting into flesh.

Xilun gripped the gun with both hands and thrust it out!

This shot had no fancy techniques, only pure, extreme violence.

The gun stirred up the surrounding air, creating a small air storm that locked Dean firmly in its center.

Xilun roared angrily:

"The water supply has stopped!"

Before he finished speaking, the blood and qi on the tip of the alloy spear condensed to the extreme, transforming into a dazzling white light.

The white light, like a tangible bolt of lightning, tore through the barrier of space with a "whoosh," instantly bridging the distance between the two.

Dean also let out a desperate growl.

He burned up all the remaining energy and blood in his body, fighting back desperately, holding the bronze spear horizontally in front of his chest, trying to block this fatal blow.

However, the moment the two shots clashed, the difference in skill was immediately apparent.

"Crack..."

The second-tier bronze spear in Dean's hand was actually bent into a terrifying arc by this inhuman force.

Then, the white streak broke through the defenses with unstoppable force.

"Pfft!"

The cold tip of the gun pierced Dean's chest without any doubt, emerging from his back and leaving a trail of scarlet blood.

With a blank expression, Xilun flicked his wrist and suddenly drew his spear.

Dean's tall frame stiffened abruptly.

He did not fall, but blood was gushing out wildly from the large hole in his chest, taking away his last bit of life.

But he didn't scream; instead, he stared intently at Xilen.

"ah!!!"

Dean roared, "If I can't kill you alive, I'll make you pay in hell even after I'm dead!!"

He used his last bit of strength to grip the shaft of the Xilun Alloy Spear tightly with his left hand, preventing Xilun from retreating, while raising the bronze spear with his right hand and thrusting it wildly towards Xilun's chest.

Xilun's eyes were cold, showing no sign of panic.

His left hand shot out like lightning, transforming into a sharp, white bone claw that gripped Dean's wrist tightly, preventing him from advancing even an inch further.

Then, Xilun gripped the gun with his right arm and swung it sharply.

"Bang!"

The heavy gun barrel slammed into Dean's chest like an iron rod.

Dean's chest caved in dramatically in an instant, his ribs shattered, and his heart and lungs were completely smashed into a pulp.

He finally lost all his strength, and the bronze spear slipped limply from his hand.

Even as he lay dying, his eyes remained fixed and malevolent as he stared at Xilen, as if trying to etch that face into the deepest recesses of his soul.

He wanted to say something, but blood blocked his throat.

Finally, Dean slowly closed his eyes, a mouthful of black blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, and murmured in an extremely weak but chilling voice:

"I'm...down here...waiting for you..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Dean's body collapsed to the ground, lifeless.