Chen Clan's Trump Card, the Terror of the Six Great Powers

Chen Xinghe ignored Long Tianqi's reaction and waved his hand again. "Reinforce the Chen Clan's defenses. Don't let the battle spread."

"Yes."

Another elder answered and immediately turned to leave.

Long Tianqi's sneer deepened, but he made no move to stop them.

In his eyes, this was nothing more than the struggle of beasts at death's door.

Of course, their target was not the entire Chen Clan.

Because no one understood the foundations of an Emperor Clan better than they did.

Once there were signs that the clan might be destroyed, those Old Undead would certainly awaken.

At that point, the situation would no longer be this simple.

Very soon, another formation rose, reinforcing everything outside the Grand Arena.

As a result, the Grand Arena was expanded into an alternate-dimensional battlefield.

"Finished?"

Only after watching everything take shape did Long Tianqi finally speak leisurely.

"Are you all in such a hurry to die?"

Chen Xinghe slowly raised his head, his gaze settling on Long Tianqi and the others.

The sneers on Long Tianqi and the others' faces vanished, replaced by cold gloom. "You refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit."

As he spoke, he swung his hand. "Everyone, prepare for a fight to the death."

"Yes!"

The gathered experts shouted in unison.

The voices of thirty thousand people instantly filled every corner.

Their cries thundered like rolling thunder, shaking the heavens above and refusing to fade for a long while.

At the same time, terrifying power surged from their bodies, instantly suppressing every trace of Qi and filling the entire venue with killing intent once more.

"Come out."

Seeing this, Chen Xinghe wiped the expression from his face and spoke faintly.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

In an instant, the nine Ancestors hidden in the shadows appeared one after another.

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