The person with black hair appeared.
"Old Master Zhao, you were always known as being born with white hair, how did it turn black? Zhao Sanhu? Did you really think I hadn't noticed you before?"
Zhao Sanhu's face turned ashen: "You, you... how did you know?"
He was utterly shocked in his heart.
If you knew earlier, how could I have hidden it for so many years?
If you didn't know, then what's going on today?
Someone below shouted: "The deceased's heart vein is missing, thirty people in a row... don't let a single one escape."
Two figures in green clothes shot into the sky, spewing a mouthful of blood. Their speed increased as they desperately tried to break through.
"Wei Wo Zheng Sect Blood Burning Skill!"
