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The gray-haired old man frowned, "Boy, I can't see that you're not weak at all. That axe in your hand is a high-grade yellow-rank magic treasure!"

"Oh, you do know quite a bit. If you continue with your nonsense, the people from your Heaven's Destruction Sect will all die."

Ning Xiaolei looked at the old man in surprise and the corner of his mouth curled into a cold smile