"Xuan Pang, save him, don't let him die!" Ling Hao thought for a while and then said in a deep voice: "Lu Yue, you and Qinglong go to the bar to see what happened!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes tightened, and Yukong's figure chased after him.
"Young Master, I'll go with you!" After Murong Xu finished speaking, he wanted to follow.
"Mr. Xu, there's no need to follow, just keep an eye on Xuan Pang and the others!" Ling Hao replied.
"Then young master, be careful!" Murong Xu responded loudly.
"It's okay!" After Ling Hao finished speaking, his figure was already two or three kilometers away.
About three minutes later, Ling Hao chased the man to a distance of four to five hundred meters behind him.
"Who are you? Are you tired of living?" The person in front turned to look at Ling Hao and said in a deep voice.
Naturally, she had known about Ling Hao's existence for a long time. She originally wanted to get rid of him, but found it very difficult, so she simply stopped.
"I should be asking you, who are you and why are you going to that bar?" Ling Hao responded lightly.
As he spoke, he took a general look at the other person. She was a white woman under forty years old, with a sixth-level holy cultivation level.
"You're really looking for death!" the woman shouted angrily, then raised her hand and struck Ling Hao with a palm strike.
"Don't overestimate your own capabilities!" Ling Hao responded in a deep voice, and at the same time he greeted him with a casual palm.
Bang!
There was a loud noise, and the woman flew four to five hundred meters away, opened her mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood.
"Huh?" The woman obviously didn't expect Ling Hao to be so skilled.
After being stunned for a moment, he immediately turned around and headed forward into the air.
"Can you run away?" Ling Hao said calmly, then dodged and chased after him, and at the same time, he struck out again with a palm.
After the woman sensed the aura of crisis coming from behind her, her pupils shrank and she hid gratefully to the side.
However, with her cultivation level, how could she escape, even if she was thrown away?
This time, Ling Hao activated 60-70% of his power, so the woman was seriously injured.
He spat out a large mouthful of blood again and fell to the ground from mid-air, his breath immediately weakening.
"But did you say it? Is your going to that bar related to the Ghost Hand Fisherman?" Ling Hao landed on the ground and strolled towards the woman.
Long before he sensed the murderous aura at the door of the bar, he had vaguely guessed that the matter might be related to the ghost-hand fisherman.
Otherwise it shouldn’t be such a coincidence!
"Huh?!" After hearing Ling Hao's words, the woman's pupils shrank slightly: "Who are you?"
"Why did you kill the man before?" Ling Hao could tell from the other party's reaction that this matter was indeed related to the ghost-hand fisherman.
call!
The woman exhaled a breath, continued to look at Ling Hao and spoke in a deep voice.
"No matter who you are, if you don't want to get yourself into big trouble, I advise you to stay out of your own business!"
"Otherwise, God can't protect you!"
"Still don't want to say it?" Ling Hao responded lightly.
call out!
Immediately afterwards, he flipped his wrist, and several strands of finger wind flew out towards the woman, and then they all disappeared into the woman's body.
He had already sensed the strong bloodthirsty aura from the woman. She was obviously not a kind person, so there was no need for him to be merciful.
"Ah..." In less than twenty seconds, the woman was rolling on the ground, her face twisted, and she screamed.