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Ma Yin Qi tapped the Ma Family's confidential letter she had brought with her delicate jade fingers, her biting sarcasm edged with barely restrained anger. "My dear Eldest Young Master, take a good look at that precious little brother of yours! Heh, heh, leading a team to cut down six Soul Saints in a row. The Sword of War, the Sword of Judgment-how very impressive."
Chen Jianjun's expression changed sharply, his pupils contracting in an instant. He snatched up the confidential letter, unfolded it, and began reading at once.
His gaze flashed like lightning over the routine details, sweeping across the terse yet shocking account-on the Ancient Castle battlefield, Chen Xiaojun's sword might had surged to the heavens.
Six Soul Saints! Six!
The feat was too ferocious, too appalling to believe.
How old was he? What was his soul power level? This was no mere challenge against opponents above his level. He had carved a bloody path through a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, cutting down Saints like grass! Those fearsome names, "Sword of War" and "Sword of Judgment," were titles steeped in the blood of Soul Saints!
The confidential letter also mentioned that Chen Xiaojun had expended tremendous amounts of soul power, leaving his face slightly pale, but after the battle, he had swiftly replenished himself by drawing the battlefield's blood qi and negative energy through the Seven Kill Sword.
That sinister yet efficient ability weighed even more heavily on Chen Jianjun's heart.
"Phew..." He let out a long, heavy breath, as though trying to squeeze the shock out of his chest.
Ma Yin Qi sneered. "That dear brother of yours is certainly capable! Clad in black armor, untouched by a single drop of blood, strutting around in all