Chapter 1200
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The Grotto-heaven Peak Master's gaze landed on the Ye Family disciples who were engaged in an intense battle, and he shouted with all his might.
As he finished speaking, an indescribable destructive aura surged from the Grotto-heaven Peak Master's body. This was the condensation of all the Yang Lord's origin energy and self-detonating … destroying …
"Grotto-heaven Peak Master!!"
Many Ye Family disciples teared up as they looked at the Grotto-heaven Peak Master nearby.
However, the power of a Yang Lord's self-detonation was enough to destroy heaven and earth and had a wide range. If they did not escape, they would be implicated.
In the end, many of the Ye Family disciples immediately stopped fighting and ran away as fast as they could in their lives.
"Hahaha … Hahahaha!!"
The Grotto-heaven Peak Master was finally relieved when all the Ye Family disciples left.
"General … Valley Master … Old Valley Master … We did not embarrass Falling Sky Valley … this mainland … right!" The Grotto-heaven Peak Master hugged the alarmed Ancient You Clan Yang Lord elderly tightly and turned into an eternal and inextinguishable aurora.
"Rumble rumble rumble!!!"
An earth-shattering sound reverberated for hundreds of miles. A corner of the valley collapsed instantly and was destroyed by the power of a Yang Lord's self-detonation.
The ground collapsed, and the forest collapsed. It was like a natural disaster.
After this loud sound, the nearby Ancient You Clan members, who did not react in time and did not know what happened, were engulfed by the power of a Yang Lord's self-detonation and were buried underground forever.
This valley was a distance away from Heaven City, and cultivators could fly in the sky.
Ye Qingtang stood in the air and saw this scene. She secretly clenched her fists and bowed deeply to the Grotto-heaven Peak Master without saying a word. Then, a cold glint flashed across her eyes, and she charged towards the Ancient You Clan people. Ye Qingtang stood in the air.
Swoosh!
A sword gleam flashed past, piercing through the bodies of several powerful figures from the Ancient You Clan like curtains at the end of a curtain.
Ye Qingtang landed on the ground quickly.
"Eldest Young Lady …"
Suddenly, a weak voice came from afar. Ye Qingtang looked behind instinctively, and her eyes narrowed.
"Ye Leng …" Ye Qingtang quickly walked to the young man's side.
Ye Qingtang was no stranger to Ye Leng. He was the son of a prince of the Formidable Heavens Dynasty, and Elder Bai Kui doted on him very much. He brought him from the Formidable Heavens Dynasty to the Ye Family and changed his surname to Ye.
However, the young man who was once full of vigor and vitality had been cut in half at the waist. The upper half of his body had also lost an arm.
"Eldest … Eldest Young Lady …" Ye Qingtang's figure was reflected in Ye Leng's despairing eyes.
"I … am not afraid …"
Ye Qingtang walked forward slowly and squatted down, placing Ye Leng's head on her body.
"Young … Young Mistress … Am … am I going to die …?" Ye Leng's face was pale.
Ye Qingtang felt as though a piece of charcoal had been shoved into her throat, and it stung painfully.
"Young … Young Mistress … I … It hurts …" Ye Leng wanted to move his body, but he was powerless.
Ye Qingtang's dress was already dyed red by the blood on Ye Leng's body. She looked at the upper half of Ye Leng's body and the face that was supposed to be full of vitality was slowly being covered by a layer of white …
Ye Qingtang took a deep breath and suppressed the sadness that surged up in her heart. She said softly,
"I'm sorry …"
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