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A low and deep roar was emitted from Xiao Chen's mouth, causing Xiao Yan's heart to tremble at this moment. A strange feeling that originated from deep within his bloodline gradually spread to every part of his body. That feeling caused his soul to tremble…

That feeling was an old pride. It was a pride that originated from a clan that had once stood at the peak of the continent!

Even though the clan had already declined, that pride was still deeply buried within his bloodline.

No one dared to challenge the might of the Xiao clan at its peak!

Even the Hun clan could only quietly hide like a poisonous snake. They waited for their opponent to weaken before launching a fatal attack!

"The current Xiao clan does not have the qualification to utter these words!" Old Man Hun Mo lowered his head. His eyes were like poisonous snakes as they stared at Xiao Chen, who was holding a large blood-colored axe. Old Man Hun Mo mocked him.