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After finishing his explanation of how "when the sky fell, the tall ones would hold it up," Chen Weizhe saw that Zuo Tinggang was still digesting it. "All right, Old Zuo, we've chatted long enough. Time for me to stretch my legs."
Zuo Tinggang pulled himself out of his thoughts, looking a little dazed. "Where are you going?"
Chen Weizhe jutted his chin downward, his gaze sliding toward the depths of the Bao Family's central grounds. "We've been fighting this long. Haven't you noticed? That old bastard Ming Xiangyun is still hiding and hasn't shown his face. That's not normal. Who the hell knows whether he's even still here!"
He paused, his voice taking on a note of urgency. "And look down there. That old turtle shell Zhai Henbai was already a tough nut for our two brothers from the Long Family and Yu Family to crack, right? Now a Shadow Tree Titled Douluo with a domain has popped up too!"
"Two against one has become two against two. Things have tightened up in a heartbeat! I've got to go down and lend a hand. Even if all I do is steady the line, that's something!"
He glanced back at Zuo Tinggang and patted his own chest. "As for you, hovering here is fine. The higher you stand, the farther you see. Just showing your face to those monsters and demons below carries plenty of weight! You can handle covering the battlefield on your own!"
The moment he finished speaking, Chen Weizhe's aura stirred. His figure blurred, and he plunged toward the fierce fighting below like an arrow loosed from its bow. He was so fast that, in the blink of an eye, he had