His words left both Haotian and Luoyang looking utterly shocked.
Although they did not understand what this fellow meant,
one thing was clear.
The appearance of Luoyang, the God of the Void, and everything surrounding it had followed a pattern.
And this Lord of Fate seemed to know some inside information.
This was absolutely beyond anything they had imagined.
Suddenly, Haotian felt an inexplicable shudder run through his body. He began to sense the danger.
Why would the Lord of Fate tell them something like this?
Under what circumstances would someone lay all his secrets bare? Under what circumstances would he reveal important information?
Only when he already held the enemies before him firmly in his grasp.
When he could take their lives whenever he pleased.
Unless the Lord of Fate before them was a fool.
Clearly, the Lord of Fate was anything but a fool.
If he was a fool, there was not a single shrewd person in the entire world.
Heavens, I think I've landed myself in serious trouble.
He looked around, searching for a chance to escape.
He desperately wanted to turn and flee.
But then he suddenly remembered what Luoyang had said earlier.
If he fled, he might very well breathe his last.
He hurriedly sent Luoyang a voice transmission. "Lord Luoyang, this fellow is no ordinary opponent. Let's get out of here before we're in danger."
Luoyang snorted coldly and gave Haotian a disdainful glance. "You're as timid as a mouse. What great waves could a mere cultivator in the Nine Heavens of the Saint Realm possibly stir up?"
At that moment, the Lord of Fate smiled faintly. "There's no need to whisper behind my back. Just say whatever you have to say. I can hear you."
Luoyang froze briefly. He gave the Lord of