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.

long time, he felt better and

world inside the mountain was divided by sects, but each

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

were dotted along the

people there were. All the sects that were located in the northern region had completely

thicker the gray fog was.

come straight out of hell. That icy cold and lifeless sort of air was everywhere, and absolutely nothing

fear in people's hearts, so nobody dared to

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from afar. Mr Lang arrived at the border of this gray matter. He narrowed his eyes and looked

seen.

bothered by this gray fog that caused many others to pale in the face at the mere mention of it. He just walked

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Long and the rest described it as. They all said that this fog made anyone who touched

didn't seem

Mr Lang through the blurry fog. One could only hear his footsteps. They were light yet

In no time.

Lang became thinner and thinner, and

front of him was

faced flat plains. The gray fog was coming from the surface of this very lake and spreading to

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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 for a long