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The spectator area below the stage was already boiling over.
Chen Mu whipped his head toward Chen Xiaojun and asked excitedly, "Sixth Child, Xiao Yi... about Xiao Yi having a 100,000 Year Soul Ring, did you... did you not know about it before either?"
Chen Xiaojun did not answer right away.
He looked at the figure sitting quietly in the arena and fell silent for a moment. His face held none of the joy or shock others had expected, but rather a deep, contemplative gravity.
First, almost subconsciously, he turned back, his gaze crossing the crowd to fall on the towering, immovable figure at the entrance of the contestant passage—Chen Hong.
Then he raised his eyes toward the one seat among the ring of VIP boxes in the stands that belonged to the Chen Clan (Box 22), as though confirming something, or weighing something.
There was no frenzy in that gaze, only a perfectly clear solemnity.
On the stage, the blood ring hung in midair, and a slender Willow Branch had frozen the world-shaking giant hammer in place. That emerald-green new vine stood quietly amid the surging waves of air, exuding an ancient charm full of contradiction.
This scene beyond all common sense was like an invisible giant hand choking off the thunderous roar that had filled the arena. After reaching an extreme boil, the vast coliseum actually sank into an eerie silence, as oppressive as the moment before a storm.
Deep within the contestant passage, the solemn look on Yang Jingxue's oval face grew even heavier. Without turning her head, she sent a faint but clear ripple of Soul Power directly into Chen Hong's ear beside her. "Brother Hong, what exactly is going on?"
On Chen Hong's