Chapter 575: It's Time to Kill

face as calm and placid as an ancient well.But has the Eighth Prince ever considered, that based solely on your audacious self-recommendation and the logic behind these words, I would already be wary...Saintess cried out in surprise, lightly humming, and drew back her hand like lightning.And the osprey cried out in agony, rolling and thrashing in the snow, its talons already bloody and mangled.The s...