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Yang Jingxue's words were almost a kind of showdown, and there was no small amount of resentment in her heart.
After learning that Chen Yu and Chen Cong had been injured, she had rushed over in a panic, her heart burning with anxiety for days.
She had even prepared for the worst. If the situation truly could not be salvaged, she had been ready to go and persuade Xia Qingyun.
However, the way things had developed had far exceeded her expectations.
The Chen Clan had actually produced not one, but four whole Titled Douluo at once—Chen Qiujun, Chen Zixiu, Bo Xian'er, and Chen Xun.
While that left her astonished, the heart she had been holding in suspense also settled. At the same time, she could not help feeling a trace of embarrassed annoyance.
Chen Qiujun—she had not seen him for more than a decade, and he had suddenly vanished a few years ago. She had thought his aptitude was not enough to break through to Titled Douluo, but now it seemed she had clearly underestimated him.
Chen Zixiu, the old Clan Leader of the Chen Clan, had been gravely injured many years ago. She had once thought he might already have passed away, or perhaps had one foot in the coffin.
The one thing she had never expected was that he had actually recovered, displayed a Myriad Phenomena intent realm, and was already fusing with rules.
She had personally witnessed Chen Zixiu rapidly fusing with rules just now. She estimated that he was not far from breaking through.
She had the feeling that this was just fucking ridiculous.
No wonder, three years ago, on the night the Chen Clan came out of seclusion, while she was staying at