“Roar!”With a dragon’s roar, two black dragons appeared. The Scarred Face’s nascent soul was just about to escape when it was completely devoured by the two black dragons!
Just as Jiang Fei killed the scarred face, a sword light flew over. A middle-aged man stood on the Flying Sword.
“Third uncle!”A few “Player”underlings immediately went forward and bowed.
“HMM! How did you kill this guy?”The middle-aged man asked. He did not seem to care about the injured and dead disciples.
“Third uncle-master, this guy is very powerful. Seventh Junior brother and thirteenth junior brother died at his hands. If it was not for this young master, we might have all died at his hands,”said the leader of the disciples.
“I see...”the middle-aged man nodded and looked at Jiang Fei.
“Yes, third senior uncle. However, this guy has already been executed. This is your lost magical artifact!”The leader of the disciples handed the metal ball to the middle-aged man.
