But at that moment, Ye Qingtang remained motionless. She maintained her composure as she sat on her chair. She even slowly picked up her wine cup, as if completely unaware that death was imminent.
However, the second before the crimson dragon touched Ye Qingtang, the Temple of Shadows' Branch Master, who had been biding his time, suddenly struck. A black whirlwind swept out of his wide sleeve and instantly transformed into a huge black dragon that headed straight for the crimson dragon of the Grand Elder of the Yunying Sect.
The instant the two dragons collided, the aftershock smashed the surrounding utensils into smithereens.
"How dare you! Who is this lowly human who dares to offend the Holy Lord?" the Temple of Shadows' Branch Master said coldly, but he was inwardly murmuring to himself.
Before they left for the Luo House, the Holy Son, Ming Wang, had ordered them to secretly observe the Holy Lord's behavior to ensure that she was not an impostor.
