"Trash! You're all a bunch of trash!"
In the palace, the netherworld Princess was furious.
"This Feiyun is an idiot! Idiot!"
She paced back and forth in the hall. Around her, a group of handsome men knelt down and trembled.
"It's because of his death that the demon's cultivation rose greatly. If I can't complete the task the Crown Prince gave me, how can I go back? You should die!"
In a fit of rage, she flicked her sleeve, and the men beside her immediately exploded, their blood and flesh splattering everywhere.
The remaining group of men trembled even more.
Du du!
At this moment, someone knocked on the door.
"Who is it?"
Youming Ji was stunned.
She was even more confused when she swept her gaze outside the hall.
The person standing outside the door was a disciple of Jade Dragon Mountain whom he had never seen before.
A mere disciple dared to come to her place?
