"Bang..."
A loud noise.
Sparks flew, and the air surged.
Sweeping the surroundings.
"Ah..."
Ba Heng felt the axe fiercely bombard against an iron mountain.
His tiger's mouth instantly shattered, blood flowing profusely.
The axe in his hand also flew off into the air.
And he staggered back.
His face filled with shock.
Yet Zhang Bin stood there like a mountain.
Not even trembled.
However, a hole appeared in the clothes on his shoulder.
After all, Ba Heng's strength was too immense.
No matter how soft the fabric, it couldn't withstand, turning to dust.
Zhang Bin touched his shoulder to find his clothes torn, infuriating him to the extreme.
Turning around like a whirlwind, he charged like a leopard.
Shouting angrily, "How dare you tear my clothes? Do you not know this is my only good garment?"
