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"A dying man still has the nerve to think about crushing others to pieces?"
Xiao Yi's voice eerily reached Ning Luo's ears.
Ning Luo's movements abruptly stalled.
His sword-like eyebrows contracted, as he turned towards the speaking Xiao Yi: "Boy, what nonsense are you spouting?"
Xiao Yi coolly responded, "What? Isn't Master Nalan, the Pavilion Master of Treasure Pavilion, a Seven-Star Alchemist? Can't he even see that you are on death's doorstep?"
Hum!
Ning Luo's complexion dramatically changed.
Behind him...
Ning Kang roared, "You little bastard, what rubbish are you spouting? My father..."
"Shut up!"
Ning Luo turned back and glared at him fiercely, his expression solemn as he regarded Xiao Yi, unconsciously adding a hint of reverence, "May I know how to address you, sir?"
Xiao Yi glanced at the increasingly curious onlookers and remained silent.
Ning Luo immediately understood and gestured invitingly, "This way, please!"
