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Chen Hong's blue robes snapped in the wind, while ice and water qi surged and churned from within his sleeves, condensing into a Taiji yin-yang fish diagram that hovered above his head.
He declared in a ringing voice, "Since the Peng Emperor recognizes this sword, you should know that the Chen Clan's blade does not cut down the nameless."
The Peng Emperor's—also the Eagle Emperor's—golden pupils abruptly contracted, as if he had recalled the glorious years of the past. He said in a deep voice, "Sword might? It does have seventy percent of Chen Haoran's bearing back then."
The Peng Emperor gave a cold laugh. "Unfortunately, today you are destined to fall here."
Chen Hong's expression was calm, cold light flowing in the depths of his eyes, a hint of mockery tugging at the corner of his lips. "You're that confident?"
The Peng Emperor's golden pupils hung in the air like sun and moon as he said proudly, "Naturally!"
As one of the renowned and fearsome "Four Emperors" of the Xie Luo Mountain Range, it possessed more than two hundred thousand years of profound cultivation, enough to contend against a Level 97 Peak Douluo among soul masters.
Where the Peng Emperor's tail feathers swept past, the sea of clouds rolled like waves as he proclaimed domineeringly, "Not only you. All who dare challenge my dignity shall pay the price. All shall fall."
Chen Hong's sword fingers lightly brushed the sword mark between his brows. "Today, let me test this so-called Peng Emperor of yours!"
"My ancestor proved his Dao with blood, and I, Hong, now inherit his last will—"
His voice suddenly turned sharp, like ice piercing the air. "I shall use the Peng Emperor's ninety thousand golden feathers as sacrifice to the thousand-year prestige of