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Chen Xiaojun's gaze fell on the bedraggled Chen Mu, and his lips twitched. "Fifth, that pose is really one to remember."
Chen Mu leaned on his crack-covered sword and barely managed to raise his head, his voice hoarse and breathless. "Fuck... if you hadn't suddenly gone crazy, you bastard, why the hell would I have had to fight a Mid-Tier Soul Saint for my life?"
Before he finished speaking, the Ghost Bat Soul Saint flashed toward him as a cold, sinister phantom shadow, his gaunt face twisted with murderous intent.
The bone wings behind him snapped open. His sixth soul ring blazed with bloody light, forming a vortex that warped space. "Blood Prison... Soul-Shattering Wave!"
A crimson sonic blast tore through the air, shooting straight toward Chen Mu's skull-a killing blow with no escape!
At the same time, the elites of the Bone-Digging Corps surged toward Chen Xiaojun, isolated and helpless at the center, like venomous ants scenting blood. They roared as they exploited the gaping breach in the defensive line and the chaos filled with a Soul Saint's oppressive aura.
Chen Xiaojun murmured, the scarlet light in his eyes like crystallized blood, coldly reflecting the oncoming tide of death and that lethal sound wave.
Chen Xiaojun muttered with self-mocking humor, "Nine out of ten chosen protagonists are walking trouble magnets... I don't stir up trouble or get tangled in melodrama, so I'm the remaining one-a walking natural disaster, huh?"
Chen Xiaojun had originally planned to obediently follow Chen Zhang today and let his brothers gain some experience along the way. Now, instead, he had become the eye of the storm, the source of disaster. He had a strange sense that he was Lumian himself-the Ring of