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Luo Ping suddenly narrowed his eyes. "...Three greenhorn brats tore Yan Choulong apart by sheer force. That was a Netherworld Demon Dragon with a ferocious physique!"
"That little brat had a fusion skill with Sea God Island's Holy Maiden, and he actually had one with that Chen Xin Yi too..."
"Martial Soul Fusion." Luo Derun lifted his cloudy gaze slightly and added, "He formed different Martial Soul Fusion Skills with each of them. What the hell?"
They had left early and had not seen Chen Xiaojun and Xiao Yi's second fusion skill-Ten Directions Annihilation. Otherwise, they would have torn their hair out.
"Damned uncanny!" Luo Ping abruptly clenched his fingers, driving the pebbles into his palm. "What kind of sorcery could temporarily drag a Soul King's strength up to the Soul Saint tier?"
"And that Sea Dragon Douluo, too! He forced his way up to level 95 and pinned Yan Wushuang down so hard he couldn't turn over. What kind of witchcraft was that?"
"A cultivation method..." Murky undercurrents stirred in Luo Derun's eyes as he said coldly, "I've never heard of the Chen Clan or Sea God Island... possessing such means."
"At least, they didn't sixty years ago!"
Luo Ping looked up sharply, as though something had stung him. "And Zhu Hongzhen! That turtle shell of his was too damned tough to crack!"
"If our two scythes hadn't struck along the same line, we wouldn't even have opened a crack!"
"He actually survived long enough to become a Title Douluo... Fourth Uncle,"
His voice tightened into a dangerous thread. "Do you think his master... Chen Zixiu, might also... not be entirely dead?"
In the past, Luo Derun would have scoffed.
Now, he merely stared silently at a