The way Ye Qingtang had scared the enemy away without even raising a finger made the Undead Clan of the Temple of Shadows feel as though they were being led by the Holy Lord of Shadows ten thousand years ago again.
Under the gaze of the Undead Clan, Ye Qingtang strolled back into the grand hall.
While the effeminate youth was an extremely strong opponent in the eyes of the Undead of the Temple of Shadow, what did they have to fear now that they had the Holy Lord of Shadows with them?
Ye Qingtang only patted her chest in relief after leaving the watchful eyes of the Undead Clan.
Where was this youth from?
How could he be so strong?
Ye Qingtang felt that there were probably only a handful of people from the entire mainland who could fight with this youth.
Meanwhile, Little White Tiger's mouth twisted as it saw Ye Qingtang's guilty expression.
