Clang! Clang!
The head fell to the ground with a crisp sound. As it rolled, the curtained hat fell off, revealing a head made of black iron and inlaid with ebony.
The cannon in the sky stopped moving and a man in white appeared. He had an ordinary appearance, height, and temperament. He was the second senior brother of the Directorate of Celestials.
Sun Xuanji stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at Asuro, who was at the top of the tower.
Asuro waved his hand and turned the expensive spiritual puppet into dust.
As a Warlock who was not good at hand-to-hand combat, sun Xuanji was the same as the rank-3s of other systems. He had a strong sense of vigilance when facing martial artists.
Unlike the experts of other systems, warlocks who were proficient in artifact refining and array techniques were well-versed in the art of spending money, so they had more room for manipulation and were more fancy.
