As Liu Niang appeared, the surrounding temperature dropped rapidly.
And as soon as she spoke, the temperature dropped again.
The gentle breeze turned into a biting cold wind.
The dozen Saints surrounding the spaceship felt uncomfortable.
They stared at Liu Niang, each one extremely nervous.
*In their hearts, they felt that this woman before them was not to be trifled with.*
"What are you afraid of, there's a dozen of us Saints here, scared of a mere woman?" said the ferocious-looking Saint.
His voice was icy cold, carrying an inexplicable intent to kill.
"Yeah, what's there to fear from a woman? Let's go in and kill!"
"Let's see if Yang Yan is inside!"
"We're the ones who made you stop the ship, what can you do to us!"
The dozen Saints spoke up one after another, their body auras fluctuating.
The constant vibrations in the air stirred up waves of air currents.
Liu Niang heard their words, her gaze sharp.
"Then you deserve to die!"
