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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.

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but each sect was very far apart from

the east to the west, and a river from the south to the north. The place where the mountain range

dotted along the two ends of the

area was to the north, the fewer people there were. All the sects that were

one went, the thicker the gray fog was.

cold and lifeless sort of air was everywhere,

struck fear in people's hearts, so

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from afar. Mr Lang arrived at the border of this gray matter. He narrowed his eyes and looked around. The whole place felt dead and

seen.

and didn't seem to be bothered by this gray fog that caused many others to pale in the face at the mere mention of it. He just walked right into the fog. The fog was very heavy and it

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wasn't anything like what Luo Long and the rest described it as. They all said that this

kept walking forward. The fog didn't seem

Mr Lang through the blurry fog. One could only hear his

In no time.

Lang became thinner and thinner,

of him was a

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

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wood. The algae growing on the house made it obvious that this wooden house had