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.

a long time, he felt better and walked

was divided by sects, but each sect was very far

to the north. The place where the mountain range intersected with the river was the lowest point in this place, and it resembled a

were dotted along the two ends of

the north, the fewer people there were. All the sects that

the gray fog was. It gave off a very somber sort

of hell. That icy cold

fear in people's hearts, so nobody dared to go close to

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

seen.

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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Luo Long and the rest described it as. They all said that this fog made anyone who touched it disappear into thin air. But it

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

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

In no time.

fog in front of Mr Lang became thinner

front of him was

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

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algae growing on the house made it obvious that this wooden