I Want Her to Die

She wasn't going to waste any words nor reconcile with you. The little fellow was clearly out to kill today!

"Junior Sister!" The Ghost Faction male disciple flared up, wrapping mystic energy around his fist. Just as he intended to punch out at the little girl, he felt a strange energy restricting and drawing that arm backwards.

His arm uncontrollably raised up towards the rear, and he couldn't swing it towards the girl no matter how much strength he used.

He immediately thought, Sh*t, that girl has an expert protecting her in secret and is pinning him down!

The Ghost Faction male disciple lifted his eyes and looked distantly at Crown Prince Mo, who just stood there motionlessly. He only felt the other youth had icy and grim eyes on his solemn face, like the other party could possibly dismember his body completely into ten thousand pieces in the next second.