Chapter 942
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"You're just a local tyrant. How dare you call yourself an overlord? Chi! Don't you know that only I have the right to call you Little Overlord? "Duan Ye's hand moved, and an eight-star flywheel appeared in his hand.
The flywheel seemed to be made of black iron, but the array patterns on it, as well as the sharp teeth of the wheel, made the Golden Core cultivator squint his eyes, and a trace of greed flashed across his eyes.
Magic tool!
That was an extraordinary magic tool! An extremely rare magic tool on the market! He couldn't tell that this kid actually had such a thing. However, to be able to take out such a magic tool so casually, he might have even more valuable treasures on him!
Thinking of this, his mind quickly moved.
"Kid, I think you don't want to live anymore! How dare you cause trouble in my territory! " The man who was beaten until his entire body was in pain was supported by two men. He was glaring angrily at Duan Ye, who was holding the eight-star flywheel. He wanted to go forward and teach him a lesson, but he was stopped by the middle-aged man in front of him.
"Uncle, this kid is too arrogant! If we don't teach him a lesson, he won't know the immensity of heaven and earth! "
"That's right. If we don't teach you a lesson, you won't know the immensity of heaven and earth!" Duan Ye nodded in agreement. The eight-star flywheel in his hand spun, and with a whoosh, the flywheel attacked the middle-aged man with a fierce aura and traces of killing intent.
A trace of calculation flashed across the middle-aged man's eyes, and his figure flashed. "Since you're not willing to stop, then I'll offend you!" The pressure of a Golden Core cultivator attacked. After dodging Duan Ye's attack, he grabbed Duan Ye's shoulder with his bare hands.
"You dare to touch me? I'll cripple your pig's feet! "
Duan Ye snorted coldly. The eight-star flywheel returned to his hand, and with a change of direction, it slashed towards the hand that was grabbing his shoulder.
"Whoosh!"
The middle-aged man was shocked by his extremely fast speed. He instinctively retracted his hand, but he could still feel the bloodthirsty aura on the back of his hand. It felt as if if he had retracted his hand a little slower, his hand would have been chopped off.
Damn it! This kid was only at the Foundation Establishment stage, but how could he be so fast?
How could he know that as a disciple of the Imperial Family, he'd encountered countless dangers since he was young, and his movement technique and speed were the foundation for survival, so he naturally wouldn't be slow.
Moreover, they were related to the aristocratic families of the Eight Great Empires, so they naturally had some secret techniques that outsiders didn't know about.
"Hiss! That young man is so fast! "
"That's right, to actually be able to exchange blows with a Golden Core cultivator, where did this young man come from? He's definitely not from a small family. "
"It won't be so easy to deal with the son of an aristocratic family. If they really dare to harm the young man's life here, the young man's family will probably know. I've heard that many aristocratic families send their children out to gain experience, and they will secretly protect them. As long as their lives are not in danger, they will generally not show themselves."
Hearing the words of the surrounding people and seeing the speed of the youth's attack and his strange movement technique, the Golden Core cultivator's forehead broke out in cold sweat. In a moment of carelessness, his arm was scratched by the flywheel.
Seeing that if they continued to fight in this place, even if they won, it wouldn't be good. Thus, he gritted his teeth and quickly retreated. He pulled the little tyrant with one hand and rushed back, leaving behind a sentence at the same time.
"Brat, don't let me see you again!"
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