Chapter 1893
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Ye Qingtang took a deep breath and suppressed the raging hatred in her heart.
The Ancient You Clan!
Up in the sky, Ming Di's expression was solemn.
To the onlookers, it had only been a short exchange, but Ming Di had already exchanged more than a hundred blows with Little Luo Xue.
After a hundred blows, Ming Di could clearly sense that this little fellow's strength was beyond what any of the other youths could compare to.
"Brat, you've got some skills. What's your name?" Ming Di asked coldly.
But Little Luo Xue didn't respond at all. He only stared at Ming Di with empty eyes, as if he was staring at his prey.
Ming Di's reaction fell into Ye Qingtang's eyes and she couldn't help but feel her heart sink.
Ming Di never bothered to speak to the weak. This was the first time he had asked for his opponent's name.
Little Luo Xue's strength was something that Ming Di had no choice but to take seriously.
Ye Qingtang's gaze turned to the Ancient You Clan. Who knew how many monsters the Ancient You Clan had nurtured in that bottomless canyon?
"Ming Di." Ye Qingtang suddenly spoke.
Ming Di's expression faltered the moment Ye Qingtang spoke. No one noticed that a strange look had flashed across Little Luo Xue's eyes the moment Ye Qingtang spoke. But before he could react, his eyes were swallowed up by an emptiness. It was as if his consciousness had been swallowed up.
"Let's go." Ye Qingtang suddenly gave the order to retreat.
Ming Di was clearly stunned.
The Ancient Clans couldn't react in time either.
What was going on?
The Holy Lord of Shadows was retreating?
No one understood why Ye Qingtang had given such an order. Ming Di flew down and swept Ye Qingtang onto his back. Without any hesitation, he flew up into the sky with Ye Qingtang in tow.
"You want to leave?" The Ancient You Clan warden shouted coldly when he saw that Ye Qingtang was about to leave.
Ming Di suddenly opened its mouth and a ball of black flames shot out, sweeping everything in its path.
"It's not over yet." Ye Qingtang stood on Ming Di's back and looked at the motionless Little Luo Xue in the sky. Her eyes flashed with pain.
With that, Ming Di flew away at Ye Qingtang's command. The other ancient clans also hurriedly left when they saw that the Holy Lord of Shadows had left. The eight tribe leaders followed Ye Qingtang's orders and left with the Jiang family.
The warden's heart was filled with annoyance as he watched the group leave. He instinctively wanted little Luo Xue to chase after them.
But Little Luo Xue didn't seem to hear his order. He remained motionless in the sky.
"That's enough." An old voice suddenly sounded behind the deacon.
The deacon subconsciously turned around and saw the elder walking over slowly.
Behind the elder, there was a dense group of youths with strange expressions on their faces.
"Elder, why don't we take this opportunity to capture all of them in one fell swoop?" the warden suggested.
The elder sneered and said, "Now is not the time."
He lifted his eyes slightly and looked at Little Luo Xue in the sky.
"Luo Xue's condition isn't stable yet. Given his current strength, he can at most fight Ming Di to a draw. The strongest cultivator in the Temple of Shadows is the Holy Lord of Shadows. It's not worth it for us to fight them now."
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