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Yang Jingxue's words were practically a demand to lay their cards on the table. She harbored a little resentment.
After learning that Chen Yu and Chen Cong had been injured, she had rushed over in a burning hurry, her heart on fire with anxiety for days.
She had even prepared for the worst. If their condition proved too dire, she had been ready to plead with Xia Qingyun for help.
Yet events had unfolded far beyond her expectations.
The Chen Clan had suddenly produced not one, but four whole Titled Douluos-Chen Qiujun, Chen Zixiu, Bo Xian'er, and Chen Xun.
Once her shock passed, the heart that had been hanging in suspense finally settled. Still, she could not help feeling a little embarrassed and annoyed.
She had not seen Chen Qiujun for over a decade, and he had suddenly vanished a few years ago. She had assumed his aptitude was insufficient to break through to Titled Douluo, but now, it was clear she had underestimated him.
Chen Zixiu, the Chen Clan's Elder Clan Chief, had suffered grave injuries many years ago. She had thought he might already be dead, or perhaps have one foot in the coffin.
What she had never imagined was that he had recovered, displayed a myriad phenomena level conception, and already begun integrating rules.
She had just witnessed Chen Zixiu rapidly integrating rules with her own eyes. He was probably not far from a breakthrough.
She felt as though she had really fucking screwed the pooch.
No wonder, on the night the Chen Clan emerged from seclusion three years ago, she had sensed something off about the heaven-piercing sword intent in the Duke's Mansion's rear courtyard, where she was staying.
It had probably come