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Chen Hong watched the giant peng fall and let out a long breath.
This heart-stopping battle had finally ended in victory for the Chen Clan.
With the Peng Emperor's fall, it was easy to imagine how much greater the Chen Clan's renown would become in the Xieluo Mountains.
And the Chen Clan's swordsmanship would shine even more brilliantly upon this land, becoming something everyone revered.
Lu Xueqi put away the Tianya Divine Sword and turned back the way she had come, leaving only a proud, solitary, resolute figure behind. As though sensing the wounds of this battle-ravaged land, she walked farther and farther away...
Farther away, the Titled Douluos and Soul Douluos watched this scene in utter shock, their expressions varied.
Their faces and eyes betrayed violent surges of emotion, as though they had witnessed the most unbelievable thing in the world.
Someone in the crowd stammered incoherently, "This... was also... someone from the Chen Clan...?"
"The Peng Emperor... died?"
This blood-red display was even grander than Lu Xueqi's earlier performance, vast in scale and overwhelming in its myriad manifestations.
Ji Chenglie gently stroked his neatly trimmed short beard. A knowing smile curled his lips as he said with satisfaction, "Just as I thought!"
Although he had seen these two figures from afar in Chenlin Village, this was his first time witnessing them act.
Yet his expression now suggested that this was only natural, exactly how things ought to be.
Beside him, Chu Tianshu pursed his lips and asked Ji Chenglie, "Boss Ji, what do you mean, 'just as I thought'? Stop talking in riddles!"
Ji Chengjian slapped his forehead and shot Chu Tianshu an exasperated look. "Dog-face Chu, don't tell me you still don't know who those two venerable Excellencies