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The smell of blood seemed to seep through the paper.
"Zhu Shiheng..." Mu Lingyun's fingers, which had been pinching the counting rods, suddenly froze. She knew all too well the weight of that name—Yuan Heng Li Zhen Qing, the Zhu Clan's legitimate second son.
"Zhao Quan..." Zhao Lin's clan cousin, Zhao Derong's youngest son, the most restless one and also the one the family valued most—the most promising cub of the Zhao Family's new generation.
"Ma Wei..." Ma Fan's younger cousin, Ma Kui's (Ma Zhaokui's) only son.
"Meng Sheng..." Chen Wu almost sighed aloud.
He was from the Thunderwood Staff Meng family. Like the Black Shadow Mo Family, their numbers were few, and the Meng family bloodline had even grown so thin it was nearly on the verge of extinction.
These two families were very special in Chen Lin Village. They were the only two Sixth Grade Mid-Tier martial souls, and they had also followed the Chen Clan from very, very early on—even earlier than some of the "Zhaowu Nine Clans." Their history could be traced back to the Heavenly Soldier Sect era.
Meng Sheng's death in battle was almost a tendon-ripping, bone-stripping blow to the Meng family, because their middle generation had only three people, even fewer than the Chen Clan.
Other families had several people in one branch. They had three people in an entire generation.
Chen Wu heavily closed the copy of the list in his hand.
The hall was deathly still.
Behind those tragic numbers were living, breathing people—the elite framework the Chen Clan had built up over many years!
Cheng Nanxing was not much better off either. His son, Cheng Hao, had escaped with his life, but his left arm was