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In a medium-sized private room in the Arena, the light was dim, and the air seemed to have congealed into a heavy veil.
Two middle-aged men in combat attire sat inside, their faces concealed by specially made half-masks of silver, leaving only their stern jaws and impassive eyes exposed-they were Ming Xiangyun and Li Lingfeng, two legion commanders of the Crimson Church.
A long silence flowed between them, with only the distant clamor outside the window as its backdrop.
At last, Ming Xiangyun's low, hoarse voice broke the silence. "Chen Xiaojun, Chen Xin Yi, Zhu Wuneng... we can no longer let those few live."
Li Lingfeng leaned back slightly. Beneath his half-mask, the corner of his mouth seemed to rise in an almost imperceptible curve, but there was no warmth in it. "Mm... they certainly put on a fine show. It was worth making this special trip to watch."
Ming Xiangyun turned his gaze toward him, a trace of inquiry in his eyes. "No wonder you were so adamant about coming to watch in person... had you seen them before?"
Li Lingfeng let out a brief, barely audible breath, almost a chuckle. "Twice."
"Once in Vast Sea City four years ago. Back then, they were only a Soul Elder and Soul Grandmasters. That fight against the Sailfish was when they first bared their claws. It left quite an impression."
"The second time was a few months ago, during the operation Brother Yan launched... when I saw them then, Chen Xiaojun and Chen Xin Yi had already reached the Soul King realm."
"That rate of advancement..."
He paused, his eyes growing darker beneath his mask. "It's too fast."
Ming Xiangyun understood.
As a sworn enemy entangled with the Chen Clan for generations, it was