CLANG! A sound like striking iron rang out as the sharp tip of the sword carved a deep gash into the armor, continuing to penetrate deeper.
SWOOSH! Finally sensing the threat of death, Dickens' Nascent Soul retreated like a bolt of lightning, naturally withdrawing the sword that had been plunged into Zhang Bin's chest. It left behind a deep wound, at the bottom of which lay stark white bone, marked only by a faint scratch. Miraculously, the wound began healing at a rapid pace, completely disappearing within just a few breaths.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! How are your chest bones like this? How can they be so hard? What kind of monster are you?" Shock and disbelief were written all over the face of Dickens' Nascent Soul. He couldn't comprehend how his sharp, Middle-Grade Flying Sword had failed to harm this youth.
He's an absolute monster! What kind of miraculous cultivation technique did he use to temper his bones to this degree? Li Taiqing marveled internally.
