Chapter 1285
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"Another smelly bug." Ming Gu looked at Duan Xirui and narrowed his eyes impatiently.
Duan Xirui didn't know the identity of the Undead in front of him but could not ignore them because they had some relationship with the Long Family.
"Senior Duan, you must save me." Long Yang seemed to have seen his savior and begged bitterly.
Duan Xirui frowned slightly. In reality, he was not familiar with Long Yang but knew that he was from the Long Family and had to intervene.
"If they have offended you in any way, I, Duan Xirui, will apologize on their behalf. Please do not kill them all." Duan Xirui cupped his fists and said.
Ming Gu's face was full of impatience. "Lowly smelly bug, what right do you have to ask for face in front of Ah Yao? Who do you think you are? "
Duan Xirui had a high reputation in the Central Mainland and had never been insulted like this before. His expression darkened and he was about to say something.
The Undead who had been saved shouted, "How dare you! You humans, how dare you be so rude to our Divine Lord!"
Holy Lord?!
Duan Xirui was taken aback when he heard that.
Among the Undead Clan, the only one who could be called a Holy Lord was the Holy Lord of Shadows, who had disappeared thousands of years ago.
Apart from her, no one else dared to be called a Holy Lord.
Duan Xirui subconsciously looked at the girl who had a smile on her face, and his eyes couldn't help but be a little surprised.
It was rumored that the Holy Lord of Shadows had disappeared for thousands of years …
"Lowly smelly bug, who allowed you to stare at Ah Yao with those filthy eyes of yours!" When Ming Gu saw that Duan Xirui was impudently staring at Ye Qingtang, a murderous glint flashed across his eyes. He suddenly raised his hand, and a black palm wind suddenly blasted towards Duan Xirui.
Duan Xirui prided himself on his skills, but he did not even have time to dodge when the palm wind blasted towards him.
There was a loud bang!
Duan Xirui was sent flying by Ming Gu's palm strike and crashed heavily into a huge rock at the side. A mouthful of blood suddenly spurted from his mouth.
Duan Xirui, who had fallen to the ground, felt excruciating pain all over his body. He had been very confident in his abilities ever since he started cultivating, but he had never imagined that he would be seriously injured by a seemingly young Undead with a single blow.
This level of strength was not something he could contend with at all.
In an instant, Duan Xirui recalled how the Undead had addressed the young lady.
Holy Master …
Could that girl really be the Holy Lord of Shadows?!
Just thinking about this made Duan Xirui break out in a cold sweat.
How dare he offend the Holy Lord of Shadows?
He was nothing in front of the Holy Lord of Shadows!
"I have offended you. Please forgive me, Holy Lord of Shadows." Seeing how terrifying Ming Gu's strength was, Duan Xirui immediately guessed the young girl's identity. At this moment, he did not dare to maintain his status. He did not even care about the intense pain in his body and knelt on the ground in a panic. His tall figure could not help but tremble.
At that moment, Duan Xirui wished he could tear that idiot Long Yang into pieces.
Did Long Yang eat a bear's heart or a leopard's gall?
He actually dared to offend the Holy Lord of Shadows recklessly!
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