At the center of the arena, Chen Xiaojun and Song Renjun's match had reached fever pitch.
In the Chen Clan's viewing area, the atmosphere was tense and electric.
Xixi clenched her fists nervously, her eyes following every movement of the two fighters. She turned to Zhu Wuneng beside her and parted her red lips. "Little Wuneng, can you tell what's going on? What are they doing?"
Zhu Wuneng's brow was furrowed, his gaze intent. He carefully studied every detail before slowly answering, "This Song Renjun, the one fighting the young master, is using the Lone Peak Thirteen Swords. The Clearwind Sword Song Family... I think I've heard that name somewhere."
Just then, Xiao Yi, who had remained silent all this time, suddenly spoke softly. "Aunt Yun?"
Her voice was cool yet soft and sweet, lovely to the ear.
This was the first time Xiao Yi had spoken that day. Mu Zilian, Liu Ru Yi, and the others were hearing her voice for the first time, and they could not help being moved.
Cheng Yun smiled and nodded, explaining to everyone, "That's right. Song Renjun comes from the Clearwind Sword Song Family, a branch of the Chen Clan."
"Their lineage specializes in agility attacks. Their martial soul is the advanced sixth-grade Clearwind Sword, with both metal and wind attributes. It's said that the Song Family's martial soul has already entered the metamorphosis phase. Their strength is not to be underestimated."
Realization dawned on Zhu Wuneng, and he slapped his forehead. "Oh! So they're a branch family. No wonder the name sounded familiar."
He scratched his head, looking somewhat embarrassed.
Xixi gave him an indifferent glance and said disdainfully, "You don't even know that? And you call yourself your young master's follower!"
Zhu Wuneng pulled a long face and explained sheepishly, "The