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An undercurrent stirred in Li Lingfeng's eyes. "The Chen Clan really did have another card up its sleeve-another Titled Douluo. They certainly kept him well hidden."
Luo Derun's knuckles took on an iron hue. "Immovable as a mountain-Zhu Hongzhen! That old bastard actually managed to cling to life all this time..."
A sound like the scraping of a snake's shed skin rolled from his throat. "Sixty years ago at Sunset Gorge, he tumbled into the mountain ravine with half his body ruined, and he still managed to break through to the Titled Douluo realm?"
Li Lingfeng's black robes stirred without a breeze. "So it was him. He was Chen Zixiu's longtime attendant, wasn't he? Isn't he over a hundred and twenty?"
"What a Chen Clan... Level 94. He must have broken through decades ago." An icy chuckle seeped between Luo Derun's teeth as his cloudy eyes turned toward the battlefield below. "Truly... what a fine ancestral talent for hiding in their shells."
At the heart of the battlefield, where blood and fire swept across the ground, the Crimson Church's two remaining Titled Douluo exchanged a glance.
Nether energy churned around Ming Xiangyun. "That old bag of bones from the Zhu Family is somewhat troublesome. I'll deal with him. Changtai, go kill the target quickly."
Before his words had faded, he became a wisp of ink-black smoke skimming across the ground, hurtling straight toward Zhu Hongzhen, who was trading head-on blows with Luo Ping. Dark Fiend's scythe blade crashed against Zhu Hongzhen's Stone Armor Shield, scattering sparks like a rain of blood.
Ming Xiangyun, level 96, ranked third among the Seven Demon Generals.
Wherever that wisp of black smoke passed, shattered bricks on the ground silently