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The stench of blood seemed to seep through the paper.
"Zhu Shiheng..." Mu Lingyun's fingers abruptly froze over her counting rods. She knew all too well the weight that name carried-one of the Yuan Heng Li Zhen Ministers, the Zhu Family's second legitimate son.
"Zhao Quan..." Zhao Lin's younger clan cousin, Zhao Derong's youngest son, the most unruly and also the most highly valued by the family-the most promising young bear in the Zhao Family's newest generation.
"Ma Wei..." Ma Fan's younger cousin, the only son of Ma Kui (Ma Zhaokui).
"Meng Sheng..." Chen Wu almost sighed aloud.
The Meng family, whose Martial Soul was the Thunderwood Staff, had few members, just like the Mo Family with its black shadow Martial Soul. Indeed, the Meng bloodline had grown so thin it was almost on the verge of dying out.
These two families held a special place in Chenlin Village. They were the only two with mid-tier sixth-grade Martial Souls, and they had followed the Chen Clan since very, very early on-even earlier than some of the Nine Surnames of Zhaowu, dating back to the Heavenly Soldier Sect era.
Meng Sheng's death in battle was almost like having their tendons ripped out and their bones stripped away, because their middle generation numbered just three, even fewer than the Chen Clan's.
Other families had several people in each branch; theirs had three in an entire generation.
With a heavy heart, Chen Wu closed the copy of the casualty list in his hands.
The hall fell deathly silent.
Behind those horrific numbers were living, breathing people-the elite backbone the Chen Clan had built up over many years!
Cheng Nanxing was scarcely better off. His son, Cheng