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Chen Hong watched the giant Peng plummet and let out a long breath.
This thrilling battle had finally ended in the Chen Clan's victory.
With the Peng Emperor's fall, one could imagine that from now on, the Chen Clan's prestige in the Xie Luo Mountain Range would ring even louder.
And the Chen Clan's swordsmanship would also bloom with an even more dazzling radiance upon this land, becoming an existence admired by all.
Lu Xueqi put away the Heavenly Zenith Divine Sword, turned, and walked back in the direction she had come from, leaving behind only an aloof and resolute silhouette. It was as though she could feel the wounds of this scarred, war-ravaged earth as she gradually disappeared into the distance...
Farther away, the Titled Douluo and Soul Douluo watched this scene, utterly shocked, their expressions varied.
Violent waves churned in their faces and eyes, as if they had witnessed the most inconceivable thing in the world.
In the crowd, someone stammered incoherently, "This... is also... from the Chen Clan...?"
"The Peng Emperor... is dead?"
This blood-red might was even grander, more overwhelming, and more magnificent than Lu Xueqi's earlier display.
Ji Chenglie gently stroked the neatly trimmed short beard on his chin, a knowing smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he said gladly, "Sure enough!"
Although he had once seen these two from afar in Chen Lin Village, this was the first time he had witnessed them make a move with his own eyes.
Yet his expression right now carried an air that said this was exactly how things were supposed to be.
Beside him, Chu Tianshu pursed his lips, looked at Ji Chenglie, and asked, "Oldest Ji, what do you mean, 'sure enough'? Stop playing