"Clang."
A purple flying sword flew straight at Chen Fan; the impact produced a sound similar to metals colliding. The azure light on his body was like a piece of indestructible gold.
Chen Fan stood there.
He didn't move a bit and wasn't hurt at all, even when the Spirit Artifacts clashed against him. All those Spirit Artifacts—able to make a building collapse and as powerful as Immortal State Overlords—were useless against him.
"Clank!"
Chen Fan stretched out his hand and grabbed a golden hammer as large as a watermelon. This golden hammer was made with steel; a great deal of shiny runes were carved on its surface. It weighed thousands of catties and was made by a Transcendent State Cultivator; it was powerful enough to crush a giant rock.
But Chen Fan destroyed it with a gentle press.
"Pfft! My Thunder Hammer."