"Nothing more than a local tyrant, calling himself an Overlord? Tch! Don't you know that only this young master can be called a "bully"?" Duan Ye's hand moved and an eight-star flywheel appeared in his hand.
The flywheel looked like dark iron, but the rows of patterns on top and its teeth with sharp light made the Golden Core cultivator's eyes narrowed with a touch of greed in his eyes.
It's a magic weapon!
That's a remarkable magic weapon! A rare magic weapon in the market! You couldn't tell that this kid would have this kind of stuff. Nevertheless, he could take out such a magic weapon at will. Perhaps, there were still more precious treasures on his body!
At this thought, his mind moved quickly.
"Kid, you don't want to live, dare to make trouble in my place! " The man, in pain from the beating, was supported by two men. He glared at Duan Ye who was holding the eight-star flywheel. He wanted to teach him a lesson, but he was stopped by the middle-aged man in front of him.
