C1253 The Descent of the Gods

1253.

Ye Qingfeng's smile became even more playful. He stared at the twenty-odd figures of Sovereign Divine Palace in the distance. He said with a faint smile, "People of Sovereign Divine Palace, are you afraid that I will die here? It was just a tiny star, there was no need to worry about it. What kind of grudge did they have? However, I can vent it now. I don't mind destroying it with a star