Chương 1119: Wrath (3)

"Who are you? How dare you poke your nose around?!" A You Ancient Clan disciple shot a cold look at Ye Qingtang, who suddenly appeared. When he noticed Ye Qingtang's stunning beauty, a vile expression flashed across his eyes.

"Do you… also treat your mother this way?" There was no expression on Ye Qingtang's face as she glanced at the You Ancient Clan disciple coldly.

That You Ancient Clan disciple's face darkened immediately. With a sharp "clank", he unsheathed his sword and wanted to slash at Ye Qingtang.

"I think you're tired of living!"

Swoosh!

However, just as that You Ancient Clan was about to slash down, a gleam suddenly flashed by. Before he could come to his senses, blood spouted out from his neck!

The man's body collapsed on the ground lifelessly and convulsed as blood gushed out from his neck.

Most likely, even when he died, he still did not understand when exactly he was injured…