"Boom..."
Zhang Bin threw a punch, as if a thunderclap resounded.
It seemed to shatter the very space around him.
And his fist struck right on the tip of the spear with unwavering precision.
"Crack..."
An extremely loud sound echoed out.
The spear tip instantly disintegrated into countless fragments, shooting off in all directions.
Whizzing sounds...
The sound of space being pierced, some fragments even flew off the platform.
Forcing some cultivators to scramble to avoid them.
A chaos erupted below the platform, a mess of turmoil.
The spear shaft, like an arrow, flew back and smashed toward Jin Dali.
Yet Zhang Bin stood there as proudly as a mountain, his body did not sway an inch.
As for his fist, not a single mark was left on it.
It was as if his fist was a supremely hard low-grade magical treasure.
"Hiss..."
Many cultivators gasped, their faces filled with shock.
Zhang Bin's body was actually this strong, could he be a Metal-Attribute Psychic too?
"Great..."
