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Chen Hong's blue robes snapped in the wind. Ice and water qi surged within his sleeves, condensing into a Taiji diagram of Yin-Yang fish that hovered above his head.
He declared in a ringing voice, "Since you recognize this sword, Peng Emperor, you should know that the Chen Clan's blade never slays the nameless."
The Peng Emperor's (that is, the Eagle Emperor's) golden pupils abruptly contracted, as though recalling the turbulent years of old. "Sword Might? You do have seven-tenths of Chen Haoran's bearing back then," it said gravely.
The Peng Emperor sneered. "Unfortunately, you are destined to fall here today."
Chen Hong remained unruffled. A cold gleam flickered in his eyes, and a mocking smile touched his lips. "Are you truly so confident?"
The Peng Emperor's golden eyes hung like the sun and moon in the sky. "Naturally!" it declared proudly.
As one of the renowned and dreaded Four Emperors of the Xieluo Mountains, it possessed over two hundred thousand years of profound cultivation, enough to rival a Level 97 Peak Douluo among soul masters.
Wherever the Peng Emperor's tail feathers swept, the sea of clouds rolled like waves. It proclaimed imperiously, "Not only you-any who dare challenge my majesty shall pay the price. Every last one of you shall fall."
Chen Hong lightly brushed the sword mark between his brows with his Sword Finger. "Today, let me test this so-called Peng Emperor!"
"My ancestor proved his path with blood. Now I, Hong, shall carry on his will-"
His voice suddenly sharpened, like cold ice cleaving the air. "With ninety thousand golden feathers of the Peng Emperor, I shall honor the thousand-year renown of my Seven Kill Sword!"
Chen Haoran had been the Grand Elder when the Chen Clan moved to Chenlin