The dream sorcerer who was wearing the magistrate's face sneered and raised his hand to grab the necks of the two silver gongs.
With a crack, the two silver gongs were instantly killed.
For a rank-4 martial artist to kill two silver gongs, it was as easy as crushing two ants.
"Bastard!"
A heart-wrenching roar came from the hall, like the roar of an old beast on the verge of death.
It was the helpless and furious Jiang Luzhong. His eyes were red, and his face was distorted with anger.
The living gongs were scared out of their wits. They finally realized that the silver gongs had only been trying to boost morale.
Wizards were not good at close combat, but a rank four was still a rank four. There was a huge gap between them. The so-called 'not good at close combat' was when compared to other systems of the same rank.
"What's that?"
Zhao yinluo's loud shout made the gongs tremble.
