Clang!
The tip of the Dragon Head Sword struck the ground, sounding like it hit an iron plate, emitting a crisp sound, almost sparking.
Zhao Sheng was quite surprised at this, and he couldn't help but increase the force in his hand.
Only after exerting ninety percent of his strength did he manage to chip off a few tiny pebbles.
Clang, clang, clang!
A series of chiseling sounds emanated from the shop, drawing the curious gazes of nearby stall vendors, but no one got up to check.
They were all experienced people, naturally knowing what was happening inside.
Zhao Sheng chiselled for a while, and gradually more and more stones of various sizes accumulated on the ground, roughly equivalent to two handfuls.
At this moment, the repulsion force between heaven and earth had grown exceedingly strong, and he could be expelled at any moment.
