Billionaire God of War

Mr Lang looked at the blood on his palms and his eyes darkened.

"I'm really surprised."

The mask on Mr Lang's face continued to flake away to slowly reveal his true face.

He looked just like a young man!

But nobody could tell his age. His voice sounded as rugged and raw as an old man's.

"What a terrifying understanding of this fist technique."

He spat out all the remaining blood in his mouth, then took a few deep breaths before suddenly coughing violently. He never thought the day would come when he would suffer injuries. And he was actually injured by a youngster like Jiang Ning.

His mind was still replaying the Extreme Fist Technique moves that Jiang Ning displayed earlier. Each move he made had caused Mr Lang's eyes to tremble.

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Mr Lang's eyes were as deep as a galaxy. It was hard to tell exactly what he was thinking about.

It took him a while to finally feel good enough to stand properly.

If his old friends spotted him like this, they might have laughed their toes off.

time, he felt better and

was divided by sects, but each sect was very far apart

a river from the south to the north. The place where the mountain range intersected with the river was the lowest

sects were dotted along the two ends of the mountain

the fewer people there were. All the sects that were located in the northern region had completely disappeared and not a single soul

thicker the gray fog was. It gave off

hell. That icy cold and

look of this barren land struck fear in people's hearts,

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narrowed his eyes and looked around. The whole place felt dead and gloomy, and not a single soul

seen.

others to pale in the face at the mere mention of it. He just walked right into the fog. The

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care. The fog wasn't anything like what Luo Long and the rest described it as. They all said that this fog made anyone who touched it disappear into thin air.

kept walking forward. The fog didn't seem to obstruct his view

hard to see Mr Lang through the blurry fog. One could only hear his footsteps. They were light yet carried a rhythm

In no time.

thinner and thinner, and his

of him

the mountains, and the rest faced flat plains. The gray fog was coming from the surface of this very lake and

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house built by the side of the lake and it was made from wood. The algae growing on the house made it obvious that this wooden house had been here