"It shouldn't be that your information is biased!" Ling Hao responded thoughtfully.
"Young Master, what do you mean?" Murong Xu was slightly stunned.
"The previous ninth-grade Holy Saint and this half-step God Emperor have just broken through. If your guess is correct, it should have happened in the past one or two months!" Ling Hao said.
After saying that, he continued to add: "If your guess is correct, there should be someone behind the Holy Blood Gate!"
"Huh?" Murong Xu's pupils shrank slightly: "Young Master, do you mean that someone is helping the people of the Holy Blood Sect improve their combat power?"
"Nine times out of ten!" Ling Hao nodded slightly.
"If they can help people reach the level of a half-step God Emperor, I'm afraid the people behind them are not simple!" Xuanwu couldn't help but say.
While several people were talking, the other party's group had already arrived above Angel Eye Lake.
"Who are they? None of them seem to be kind!"
"Except for the Holy Blood Sect, I'm afraid no sect can send out such a powerful formation at once!"
"Who are those two people they are carrying?"
"..."
People on the shore looked up into the sky and started talking.
"Ghost-Hand Fisherman, do you think that if you send your children out of the City of Angels, we won't be able to find them?"
At this time, the white-haired old man at the head spoke loudly, and his voice spread throughout several kilometers.
"I'll give you one minute. If you don't show up, your children will go down to feed the fish!"
Wow!
After hearing his words, there was another noise from below.
"They are here to find the fisherman with ghost hands? But hasn't the fisherman with ghost hands disappeared long ago?"
"The fisherman with ghost hands actually has a pair of children? I have never heard of it before!"
"Why did the Ghost Hand Fisherman offend the people of the Holy Blood Sect?"
"..."
Everyone started talking again.
At the same time, many people began to retreat involuntarily, knowing very well that the place might not be peaceful anymore.
"Start the timer now!" The white-haired old man said again: "Remember, you only have one minute!"
While he was speaking, the two men behind him raised a young man and woman in their hands above their heads.
There was blood constantly overflowing from the mouths of the two young men. Their faces were filled with endless horror. Their mouths were opened but they could not make any sound.
Time flies so fast, tens of seconds pass in the blink of an eye.
"ten!"
"Nine!"
"eight!"
"..."
"one!"
The voice of the white-haired old man spread throughout the void.
After finishing speaking, he raised his hand and waved: "Since he doesn't even care about the life and death of his own children, then let him do what he wishes!"
"Copy that!" the two men responded, then threw the man and woman in their hands toward the lake.
"No!" At this moment, a man's roar came out.
At the same time as the voice sounded, a figure quickly flew towards the lake from a building not far below.
The person coming is none other than the fisherman with ghost hands!
