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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.    

    

In his battle with the old man just now, he hadn't been at a disadvantage. This proved that his guess was correct.    

    

With his strength, he was completely capable of fighting those above him.    

    

With the combination of his cultivation technique and the Yang Ginseng Fruit, as well as the series of methods and magic treasures he had, he felt that as long as he had more time, it wouldn't be difficult for him to get rid of this old man.    

    

Hearing Ning Xiaolei say that, the old man looked around. When he saw it, his nose almost went crooked from anger.    

    

He shockingly discovered that the disciples of his Heaven's Destruction Sect did not have the slightest bit of resistance.    

    

"Trash, they're all trash. Won't they consume the Bedevilment Pill that Elder Du refined if they can't beat him?"    

    

cried the grey-haired old man in frustration. This is too embarrassing.    

    

Hearing his shout, many Heaven's Destruction Sect disciples who had reacted quickly took out red pellets and swallowed it.    

    

In an instant, all the disciples who had consumed the pills had their cultivation raised by half from their original cultivation base.    

    

"Not good, we have to get rid of this old man as soon as possible."    

    

When Ning Xiaolei saw this, his expression changed slightly. He quietly took out the Coil Cord and merged with it before throwing it out.    

    

Immediately, the Coil Cord seemed to have life, rushing straight at the old man.    

    

At the same time, Ning Xiaolei also did not watch and quickly used the Dark Thunder Art.    

    

"Not good."    

    

Feeling the throbbing above his head, the gray-haired old man's face changed. Just as he was about to dodge, he was tightly caught by the Coil Cord.    

    

"Damn, what magic treasure is this?"    

    

The gray-haired elder roared angrily, and his heart was moved by a trace of unease.    

    

At this moment, there was an explosion in the sky and a black bolt of lightning came crashing down.    

    

The old man's expression changed as a vicious look flashed across his eyes. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.    

    

In the twinkling of an eye, a blood-red shield appeared above his head.    

    

Just as he finished this, thunder crashed down.    

    

What made Ning Xiaolei surprised was that the grey-haired old man used his inconspicuous shield to block the attack of the Dark Lightning Magic.    

    

However, he was also able to tell that the old man seemed to be heavily injured, and his face turned incomparably ashen.    

    

"If you can block one, can you block two?"    

    

With a sneer, Ning Xiaolei cast the spell again.    

    

Seeing this, the old man's face became even more ashen. He angrily roared: "Kid, don't go too far!"    

    

"I'm just bullying you, what about it?" Ning Xiaolei twitched his lips and didn't stop moving his hands.    

    

"Dammit. You forced my hand. Blood Burst Technique."    

    

The old man roared, and his skin exploded inch by inch as strands of blood turned into a bloody mist that surrounded his body.    

    

Under Chen Nan's stunned gaze, he saw that the old man seemed to possess an endless amount of strength and was actually trying to struggle free from the Coil Cord.    

    

How could this be possible? Letting him struggle free would only be humiliating the Coil Cord.    

    

With a thought, the Coil Cord began to contract under Ning Xiaolei's control, tightly locking the grey haired old man inside.    

    

At this time, the thunder above them exploded again and a bolt of lightning struck down.    

    

"Dammit, damn you! Ahh, brat, I want you dead!"    

    

The grey-haired old man roared in anger, as if he knew that he couldn't avoid this attack, and decided to risk his life.    

    

The blood mist around Ning Xiaolei began to converge and transformed into a number of blood-colored long spears, shooting towards Ning Xiaolei.    

    

Ning Xiaolei was shocked, he felt a sense of danger and immediately activated his Gale Technique, turning into a black gust of wind and dodging to the other side.    

    

"Puff puff puff puff …"    

    

Just as he dodged, the blood-red spear had pierced into the back of the place he was standing just now, blasting a hole as thick as a bowl in the ground.