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"Was there truly... no one left with the Greensteel Sword?" Dugu Fu asked quietly.
"So it seems," Chen Shurui sighed. "From that day onward, the name 'Greensteel Sword' truly became a song never to be heard again."
Chen Xiaojun's voice grew subdued. "According to our clan's accounts, when Ancestor Chen Ling received the news and reached the Chen parent clan... devastation met his eyes everywhere. In that vast compound, scarcely a single breathing soul could be found."
He paused. "Overcome by grief and fury, the ancestor struck down the Heaven-Grasping Sect elder overseeing the massacre on the spot... a genuine Super Douluo."
"The other members of the Heaven-Grasping Sect were also killed to the last by clansmen from the various branches who arrived afterward."
"And at the time," Chen Xiaojun continued, his voice growing heavier, "the Chen clan head lay in a pool of blood, his life a guttering candle in the wind."
"In his final moments, he forced himself to hold on to his last breath and personally entrusted Ancestor Chen Ling with the [Ancestral Dharma Disc], the symbol of the main lineage's inheritance, inscribed with the parent clan's core secret repositories and laws."
"For no other reason than that Ancestor Chen Ling... was still a trueborn descendant of the Chen direct bloodline."
"The handing over of that disc was an entrustment of the orphaned clan, and also the weighty passing of responsibility for its legacy."
His final words lingered heavily, like the fading echo of a sigh.
Another violent clash between the Seven Kill Sword and the demon-shadow greatsword rang out on the platform, sending sparks flying.
Dugu Fu looked thoughtful. "So these surviving lineages with mutated swords don't resent the Chen Clan. Rather... they refuse to