Their decision was not mocked or ridiculed. After all, a wrong move would injure their dao heart, this wound is difficult to heal.
No medicine or pills can repair this sort of damage.
Finally, Zhao Gongzu stood in front of the drum. The cold and chilly bloodlust from this treasure cause his blood to thin and congealed.
Quickly, he circulate his essence, feeling a wave of warmth rising through his bloodstream.
At this moment, his face was grave and pensive. Without saying a word, he raised his hand to strike on the drum.
Gong!
One strike.
The air moved and instantly, a wave of killing intent assaulted his mind. This sort of backflash was not physical, it was a mental strike that aims at the heart.
'Another one!'
Gong!
Gong!
Zhao Gongzu struck two more time, producing one drum beat after another in quick sucession.
Seeing this, Elder Wang was surprised. Even the crowd did not expect this scion of the Zhao family to do this so boldly!
However, it is clearly not easy.
