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The scene shifted back to the night the news was announced.
Inside Sea Lake Manor in Florida City, Marseille Commandery.
The atmosphere was as oppressive as the silence before a storm.
The utterly unremarkable-looking Yan Qi lowered his head slightly and spoke slowly, a note of caution in his voice. "...That is the general course of events."
No sooner had he finished than a thunderous bang rang out. Yan Wufeng slammed his palm onto the table, crushing the teacup to pieces as scalding tea splashed across the floor.
Yan Wufeng had always been a gloomy, deeply calculating man who never let his emotions show.
But now he could no longer maintain that unruffled facade. He had completely lost his composure.
The Chen Clan's Titled Douluo had emerged one after another, and Chen Hong had successfully broken through to level 96. In an instant, all his previous victories against the Chen Clan had become a joke.
If the gains their two legions had made by committing their full strength and sparing no expense were so easily offset by the Chen Clan filling the gaps, reducing their grand, imposing scheme to a harmless little scuffle, how could they bear the humiliation?
It was like painstakingly building a towering edifice, only for someone to tear out its foundations in an instant, leaving nothing but wreckage and endless embarrassment.
Yan Qi hurriedly dropped to one knee and said urgently, "Please calm your anger, Clan Head!"
Yan Wufeng's gleaming green slit pupils trembled incessantly, as though he might choose someone to devour at any moment.
He fixed Yan Qi with a deadly stare and demanded through gritted teeth, "Yan Qi, explain this to me. Where exactly did these Titled Douluo of the Chen Clan come from?"
Yan