The crowd of onlookers gasped in shock. No one had expected that this petite and soft-looking Oriental woman could have such a terrible divine power.
The muzzle of the gun was bent and then rubbed here and there by ruan Mengmeng's fair and soft little hands. Soon, it became a hard, Black Iron Plate.
Ruan Mengmeng threw the crumpled piece of metal at Elizabeth kenxinton's feet.
The discus hit right next to Mrs. Kenxinton's expensive and shiny riding boots, only a slight distance away from her feet.
Elizabeth kenxinton was so frightened that she cried out in alarm. She had completely lost the air of a noble and arrogant lady. If it wasn't for her husband holding her waist firmly, she would have fallen to the ground without any image.
