Amidst Lin Junzhao's puzzled voice, Di Xin, who was on the field, obviously realized the situation where he was countered by his own move. Amidst the excruciating pain, he flicked his fingers, and the Paoluo binding Ning Quanchen immediately vanished.

Having regained freedom after the restraints lifted, Ning Quanchen did not choose to stand idly by and watch Di Xin, who was still recovering from his injuries. This taciturn man fully implemented the principle of striking while your enemy is vulnerable. The moment his body touched the ground, he grasped at the void, forming a spear condensed from source energy in his hand, and then forcefully hurled it at Di Xin.

In the previous second, Di Xin, who was still rolling on the ground, sensed the impending crisis, turning around and scuttling away, rolling and tumbling. He narrowly dodged the attack, but before he could shake off the shattered stones that clung to the wounds on his back, a second and third wave of attacks came crashing down like relentless tides.

Although the speed at which Ning Quanchen conjured spears from source energy wasn't as outrageously fast as Pei Yan's source energy slashes, it far exceeded the limits that ordinary cultivators could reach. He strolled around the field as if it were a leisurely garden walk, circling Di Xin and constantly compressing his movement space with spears. After several skirmishes, Di Xin's injuries hadn't fully recovered, and a few more bloody traces from the spears appeared on his body.

"Damn it!" Di Xin cursed, turning around to summon two pistols from the void. While dodging, he counterattacked by firing a few shots at Ning Quanchen, trying to ease his current predicament.

However, facing such an attack, Ning Quanchen didn't bother to dodge. The bullets shot towards him, and just as they were about to make contact, they were suddenly swallowed by a faint, barely visible soft glow in front of him. Realizing that the bullets, which carried additional superpowers, hadn't caused any explosion, Di Xin muttered to himself that it was bad, understanding that the same thing that happened with the Paoluo was about to happen to him, so he hurriedly looked around to find out where the vanished bullets would be fired from.

Boom! Boom! Boom! A series of explosions erupted unexpectedly, and the defenseless Di Xin was blown skyward by the sudden explosions. Seeing the continuous explosions around Di Xin, Ye Ruozai couldn't discern the mystery and asked, puzzled, "Is it a space transfer spell? Ning Quanchen used a space transfer to redirect the bullets aimed at him."

"No!" Pei Yan, taking in all the details, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and marveled, "If it were a space transfer spell, Di Xin's ability would have still detected it. This is more like redirecting the impact of the explosion directly back to his body."

Pausing for a moment, Pei Yan didn't quite know how to explain it and hesitated before saying, "How should I put it? It's as if the attack was meant to appear there, making it impossible to dodge! I don't know how he did it; this move is just so unscrupulous."

As Pei Yan spoke, he looked up at the field, lost in thought. If this move could perfectly reflect all attacks, then how should he resolve it if he were in the arena? If they truly faced Ning Quanchen, it would indeed be a tricky situation.

On the field, Di Xin was sincerely experiencing this dilemma, but he didn't have the leisure time to ponder like Pei Yan. As he was blown into the air by the explosions, he fell back to the ground, enduring several of Ning Quanchen's spear thrusts. Despite his efforts to adjust his position and avoid critical hits from the spears, two of them still skewered through his abdomen obliquely, leaving a ghastly wound.

The explosion's impact didn't cause much damage to Di Xin, who had source energy defense, but it made this already pitiful-looking person even more woeful. His entire body was covered in black soot from the smoke, and the injuries from the Paoluo on his back were slowly healing, leaving a large area of densely packed, scalp-numbing scars. First, he shattered the source energy spear stuck in his right shoulder with his left hand, and then he pulled out the one piercing his thigh.

Having regained the freedom of movement, Di Xin let out a long breath toward the sky, placing both hands on the two spears lodged in his abdomen. As he pulled out the spears, he looked at Ning Quanchen with a hideous expression and said, "Were you not affected by my liquor just now?"

"I was!" Ning Quanchen replied, his hands not idle, as talismans flew out from his sleeves, surrounding Di Xin on all sides. He continued, "Your liquor did indeed affect my body, but it didn't affect my consciousness. From a young age, I was chosen by my master to enter cultivation and have since focused wholeheartedly on the Dao, achieving a state of detachment from desires and emotions. Your fantasies are insignificant in my consciousness. The only troublesome part is the liquor's effect causing my source energy to go out of control and my body to be paralyzed. However, due to your arrogant performance and wasting time binding me on the Paoluo, I had enough time to escape that predicament."

"So you were tricking me when you called out your companion's name, simultaneously signaling to them that your consciousness was still under your control. No wonder they weren't worried about your safety at all." Realizing this, Di Xin's expression turned more savage, saying hatefully.

"Knowing all this is too late; you have no chance to turn the tables now!"

"Don't be so sure, the victor is not determined yet!" Ning Quanchen's confident attitude further enraged Di Xin. Di Xin used all his strength to pull out the two spears embedded in his body and, with a roar, hurled them at Ning Quanchen.

This time, the two spears couldn't even get close to Ning Quanchen's body. As soon as they were thrown, they disappeared not far from Di Xin.

"Ugh~ ah!" Realizing something was wrong, Di Xin was too late to react. After a muffled groan, the spears he had just thrown reappeared precisely at the wounds he had just pulled them from, still unhealed.

In a fit of rage, Di Xin didn't bother to pull out the spears but shattered them with source energy, then charged at Ning Quanchen with a roar.

Bam!

A dull thud echoed across the arena. Di Xin, who had just rushed out a few steps, felt as if he had hit a solid, transparent wall of glass. Clutching his forehead, dazed and dizzy from the impact, he staggered back.

From that collision, he indeed discovered something new. The previously seemingly empty space before him now slowly revealed a giant bronze mirror. The reflection in the mirror showed Di Xin's enraged appearance.

Seeing this bronze mirror, Di Xin began to understand that the source of his previous attacks came from there. Regarding this mirror, he chose not to attack rashly but decided to bypass its barrier by choosing another direction. However, after another dull thud, another bronze mirror appeared, shattering his plan.