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The shadows at the edge of the black tide coalesced into Chou Long's figure. His ghastly white finger bones lifted his hood, and his sunken eye sockets locked onto Chen Xiaojun. His hoarse words scraped like a dull blade dragged across a whetstone. "I am Yan Choulong, titled Nether Dragon."
Chou Long-Yan Choulong-was the peak Level 89 Netherworld Shadow Dragon Soul Master who had fought Chen Cong at Ji Boda and Liu Ruyan's engagement banquet four years earlier. He was also Yan Wufeng's eldest son by a concubine.
Back then, to avoid clashing with the Yan Family too soon and give the Chen Clan time to develop, Chen Cong had merely grievously wounded the brothers Yan Choulong and Yan Shenglong before sparing them.
But that was then, and this was now. Had it happened today, Chen Cong would have cleaved him apart with a single stroke.
A cold, wheezing laugh squeezed through Yan Choulong's throat.
Chen Cong's Seven Kill Sword had left dozens of strands of Sword Qi inside him, forcing him to spend three years and five months bedridden, chewing through medicinal dregs-already less time than Chen Cong had estimated.
The shock of that battle and his father Yan Wufeng's severed limbs had instead spurred his conception into taking shape. Together with the Death Spiral Magic Formation, this had finally forged his battered, suffering body into the vessel of a Titled Douluo.
As for how Chen Xiaojun had recognized him, it was simple. This black tide closely resembled the secret technique, apparently called Shadow Wave Assault, that Yan Choulong had used to attack Chen Xiaojun and the others back then.
In fact, Xiao Yi and Xixi had recognized it too. Both of them had been there