Chapter 1252
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But at that moment, Ye Qingtang didn't even dare to move. She sat on the chair calmly and even slowly picked up her wine glass, as if she didn't notice her impending death.
However, just as the red dragon was about to touch Ye Qingtang, the Temple of Shadows Hall Master, who had been biding his time, suddenly made his move. A black whirlwind suddenly rolled out of his wide sleeves and instantly turned into a huge black dragon, crashing directly into the Grand Elder's red dragon.
The moment the two dragons collided, the shockwaves were so strong that the surrounding utensils were instantly shattered.
"How dare you! You lowly humans dare to offend the Holy Lord, "the Temple of Shadows Hall Master said coldly, but he was also muttering in his heart.
Before coming to the Luo Family, the Holy Son, Ming Wang, had asked them to secretly observe the Holy Lord's behavior to ensure that no one was impersonating her.
Along the way, the Hall Master had not noticed anything strange about the Holy Lord.
Even when the Grand Elder of the Yunying Sect had offended her just now, the Hall Master had also deliberately observed Ye Qingtang's reaction.
And the result was the same as the Holy Lord's usual behavior.
The Holy Lord's expression remained the same. She smiled sweetly and didn't seem to care at all.
Although Ye Qingtang's expression didn't change when she saw the Hall Master's move, she heaved a huge sigh of relief in her heart.
She had been on tenterhooks every day.
Given the difference in strength between her and the Grand Elder of the Yunying Sect, even if she wanted to snatch the attack just now, she wouldn't be able to do so. Even if she had the ability to dodge it, the Undead Clan would definitely question her identity.
After all …
The Holy Lord of Shadows, who used to be the most powerful figure in the world, would never do such a thing …
In that situation just now, Ye Qingtang would die whether she moved or not. She might as well pretend to be the Holy Lord.
As expected, the Undead Clan of the Temple of Shadows wouldn't tolerate others offending their Holy Lord.
Didn't they still attack?
Although she had escaped a calamity, Ye Qingtang was already covered in cold sweat.
The enemies that the Holy Lord of Shadows had provoked were all extremely powerful, and each of them was more powerful than the last.
When would her days of treading on thin ice come to an end?
However …
Ye Qingtang's heart was filled with helplessness, but she maintained an aloof expression on her face. She glanced at the Grand Elder of the Yunying Sect from the corner of her eyes and said,
"I never repeat myself. I will not be calculative with you today on account of Luo Qufeng's birthday banquet. If you don't know what's good for you, don't blame me for not giving you a chance."
Grand Elder, hurry up and put away your divine ability. Hurry up and leave!
"Cut the bullsh * t. If I don't send you to hell today, how can I face the Yun Clan? Die!" The Grand Elder of the Yunying Sect didn't notice Ye Qingtang's screams at all. He only felt that the Holy Lord of Shadows was extremely despicable and wanted nothing more than to tear her into pieces.
Why didn't he listen to my advice?
Ye Qingtang lamented in her heart, but she put on a faint smile on her face. She raised her hand and downed the wine in one gulp.
"If you want me to make a move, you'll have to prove whether you're qualified or not."
Ye Qingtang didn't look at anyone as she spoke, but her words were directed at the Undead Clan in the Temple of Shadows.
More than ten Undead from the Temple of Shadows suddenly stood up, a strong murderous aura bursting forth.
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