Scalps Tingling! Three Saint Kings, Dead!

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By now, even more people had arrived—more than their group of thirteen.

Chen Shihua, Zhu Yanfeng, Ling Yunxiao, Dugu Lin, Yang Buer, Ji Chenglie, Xiong Mao Er, Xi Li Dao Gao, and those faces even they did not recognize—Ding Bingyuan, Ma Zhaoyang, Xia Yun, Luo Qingrui, and Zhu Hanshu. Thirteen in total.

Judging by this lineup, aside from the Soul Douluo among the female family members, the Chen Clan had sent out everyone they could.

Not only that, but Ma Zhibin, Xi Men Rongchen, Xue Tianyu, Yang Zhijia, Long Wenkai, Chen Jingyao, Gui Mingyun, and the other heads stationed in Chang'an City by the nine great families had all arrived as well. Add in Ning Jiang of the Ning Family, and every single one of them was a renowned figure.

Counting them carefully, aside from the two high-level Soul Sages, Ning Jiang and Cheng Yun, the remaining twenty-three were all Soul Douluo.

Oh, right—there were also the two main-line members of the Chen Clan, Chen Hua and Chen Wu.

As these people revealed themselves, the expressions of the experts from the Ten Great Clans and the Three Elders of Chang'an grew increasingly solemn. A tense atmosphere, like the calm before a storm, filled the air.

What made their temples throb the most were the last four people to arrive.

Titled Douluo!

Because they recognized three of them: Ximen Rongcheng, Yang Jingxue, and Chen Hong.

As for the other person, standing shoulder to shoulder with them, the strength of his aura needed no explanation.

He was absolutely a Titled Douluo!

A lineup like this was enough to scare a person to death.

Anyone who saw it would feel their scalp go numb and their courage shatter.

With so many heavyweight figures gathered in one place, how could