C427 Ships Full of Clear Dreams and Pressuring Galaxies 15

Xie De felt a splitting headache coming on as he clenched his fists. He didn't know what other choice he would make.

The palm was flesh, and so was the back of the palm.

The Daoist Priest stroked his beard. He had a sage-like appearance, but his words were cruel to the extreme. "That girl must die. If she lives, she will one day be devoured by calamity fiend."

"Old Master Xie