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Lian Changzhi pulled his bloodstained lips into a grin, breathing frost-laced air through the gaps between his teeth.
Agony spread from the bone spike piercing his left leg and from his shoulder blade, but worse still were the emptiness in his lower soul nest after overdrawing his soul power and the burning in his meridians.
These were no minor injuries.
He fought to keep himself from sinking fully onto one knee, straightening his back with only the Diamond Greatsword planted in the ground for support. Yet his gaze strayed involuntarily toward the battlefield to the east-northeast.
That was where the pavilion stood on the verge of collapse, where the most crucial spark of this battle lay-the Chen Clan's prodigy and their future "young mistress."
He, Lian Changzhi, had staked his entire fortune on a single desperate gamble, bringing his grandson to join the Chen Clan... After fighting this far, even his level eighty-four cultivation was nearly spent, like a lamp running out of oil...
"Let all this blood... serve as my pledge of allegiance..."
His voice was so low and hoarse that only he could hear it. "Is it burning hot enough... hot enough to kindle a light in the eyes of the Chen Clan and that formidable lady...?"
Success or failure hinged on this one move.
He needed a patron who could shelter the Lian Family beneath its new foundations from this day onward, perhaps even allowing it to repay the Glazed Holy Hall in the future.
The Chen Clan was the biggest wager he had on the table.
Those thoughts raced through his mind in a flash of lightning.
Lian Changzhi abruptly raised his head. Not a trace of hesitation remained in his eyes, only a