"This damned bitch..."
Jiang Ding looked toward Qingmu Daoist disciple Ji Liuyue.
Even though he was such a naive, kind-hearted, sunny, and adorable youth, he felt an endless loathing for this woman, a hatred so deep he wanted to capture her and chop her into one hundred and eight thousand pieces, then grind her into ash and crush her divine soul to dregs.
It was infuriating!
If it weren't for her, let alone seven Daoist disciples, even nine would be no match, and bound to collapse under the accumulation of injuries.
"Qingmu Daoist disciple..."
Jiang Ding spoke no more.
Boom!
The super warship Great Sun once again roared, firing another shot amidst billions of thunderbolts.
