The black-clad man swiftly blocked Ye Qiu's path, also a Martial Artist who mastered the power of wind, his realm even higher than Ye Qiu's.
Ye Qiu frowned, realizing escape was impossible for now. Once the dust settled around the ice fruit, the other black-clad men would naturally understand the deception by Ye Qiu.
"You can't escape, we've been waiting for you here for many days," the black-clad man said with a smile.
"Your three ancient clans are plotting against all the other ancient clans?" Ye Qiu asked in shock.
"Kid, that's none of your concern," the black-clad man dodged the question, but his gaze betrayed him, falling into Ye Qiu's eyes, confirming his suspicion.
The three ancient clans seemed poised to trap and kill all Martial Artists from the other clans.
Indeed, ruthless and merciless, reminiscent of the unfeeling side when the three ancient clans annihilated his Du-gu family.
