Douluo Continent: The Twin Holy Dragons of Light and Darkness, the Dragon Emperor Breaks Through the

He paused, then closed his eyes.

"The Haotian Sect and the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan are afraid of the rise of the Qian Gu Clan, and that the Panlong Staff will overwhelm their Haotian Hammer and Blue Lightning Dragon."

"So, taking advantage of your grandfather's two older brothers being away, they joined forces and stormed into the Qian Gu family."

His voice began to tremble.

"More than three hundred people, overnight, blood flowed like a river."

"Your mother was only a month old at the time. She was hidden in the cellar by your maternal grandmother and that's how she escaped this disaster."

Long Yao covered her mouth, tears silently streaming down her face.

Long Yin's fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

"Your mother later married your father, and left not long after giving birth to you. Before she passed away, she held my hand and said—"

Long Yuan's voice choked with emotion, "She said, 'Father, don't seek revenge. Letting the two children grow up safely is more important than anything else.'"

The silence in the courtyard was as heavy as lead.

Long Yuan raised his head and looked at the two children.

"So, do you understand now? The problems of the Qian Gu family cannot be solved simply by finding a member of the clan."

"Our enemies are still alive. The Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex and the Clear Sky Sect are still the strongest sects on the continent."

Long Yin gritted his teeth and said, enunciating each word clearly, "Then we should just forget about it?"

Long Yuan looked at him and remained silent for a long time.

"Forget, we must not forget. But now is not the time to seek revenge." He looked in the direction of Martial Soul City.

“That child has already surpassed us. He became a Soul Emperor at the age of twelve, and he has the entire Spirit Hall behind him.”

“He is more capable of doing this than we are.”

Long Yao wiped away her tears and whispered, "Grandpa, then...aren't we going to go find him?"

Long Yuan did not answer. He stood up, walked to the window, and turned his back to the two children.

"Wait a little longer," he said softly.

"Wait until that child is stronger, wait until we... are stronger."

Outside the window, the setting sun dyed the horizon a blood red.

Long Yin stood up, walked behind her grandfather, and whispered, "Grandpa, I will become stronger. Strong enough to personally seek justice for the Qian Gu family."

Long Yao also stood up and stood beside her brother.

She didn't speak, but her eyes were more resolute than ever before.

Long Yuan turned around, looked at the two children, and suddenly smiled.

That smile contained relief, bitterness, and a hint of acceptance.

"Okay. Grandpa will wait for that day."

He raised his hand, and the weakened dark holy dragon appeared in his palm.

"Before that, how many more years can Grandpa's old bones hold on?"

Long Yin and Long Yao exchanged a glance, both seeing the determination in each other's eyes.

Outside the window, the last ray of sunlight sank below the horizon.

Night falls, and lights illuminate every home.

Long Yuan stood by the window, gazing in the direction of Martial Soul City in the distance, and murmured to himself.

He put the cloth back on, covering his aged face.

“Let’s go. We can’t stay in Heaven Dou City. If that child stays here, the Spirit Hall will only grow stronger. Let’s find somewhere else.”

Long Yin and Long Yao nodded and packed their belongings.

Under the cover of night, the three quietly left Tiandou City.

Behind me, the lights of thousands of homes shone brightly.

Long Yuan glanced back, his gaze passing over the layers of rooftops, as if he could see the small hot and sour soup shop and the boy sitting in the shop drinking soup.

As night deepened, Long Yuan led Long Yin and Long Yao out of the north gate of Tiandou City. After walking along the official road for more than three miles, they turned onto a deserted path.

The three of them did not light torches, but silently moved forward in the darkness.

Long Yuan walked at the front, his steps seemingly slow, but each step covered several feet.

Long Yin and Long Yao followed closely behind, their breathing even, clearly already accustomed to this way of traveling.

After walking for about half an hour, Longyuan suddenly stopped.

"Grandpa?" Long Yin asked in a low voice.

Longyuan did not answer.

He stood there, motionless, like a stone statue.

A night breeze blew by, lifting a corner of his gray robe.

Long Yao sensed something was wrong and instinctively tightened her grip on the Panlong Staff.

"Aren't you tired after following me all this way?"

Long Yuan suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse, yet it echoed clearly in the night sky.

No one answered.

The only sound was the rustling of the wind through the treetops.

Long Yuan slowly turned around, his murky gaze sweeping over the dark forest behind him.

"I'll count to three. If you still don't come out by then, don't blame me for being impolite."

He raised his right hand, and the weakened dark holy dragon appeared in his palm.

Long Yin and Long Yao immediately activated their martial spirits, holding two coiled dragon staffs in their hands, one on the left and one on the right, protecting Long Yuan.

"one."

The woods remained silent.

"two."

The phantom of the Dark Holy Dragon trembled slightly, and a decaying yet terrifying pressure began to emanate from Long Yuan's body.

That was the power of a level 93 Title Douluo. Even though it had declined to this extent, it was still beyond the capacity of an ordinary Soul Master to withstand.

"three--"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his hand and slapped the depths of the woods.

The phantom of the Dark Holy Dragon transformed into a jet-black pillar of light, tearing through the night sky and crashing straight into the forest.

With a deafening roar, more than a dozen large trees were uprooted, and splinters of wood flew everywhere.

As the smoke and dust cleared, two figures slowly emerged from the forest.

Under the moonlight, two middle-aged men who looked almost identical stood side by side.

One is as steady as a mountain, the other as cold as ice.

They didn't release their martial spirits, but the invisible pressure they exerted had already frozen the air.

Thousand-pound Douluo.

Demon Slayer Douluo.

Long Yuan's pupils suddenly contracted, and his body began to tremble violently. It wasn't fear.

Yes... he recognized them.

Qianjun Douluo stopped in his tracks. The moonlight shone on his face, and his usually composed face was now slightly flushed.

He stared at Long Yuan, at that aged face that was almost unrecognizable, at those cloudy yet still stubborn eyes.

"Xiao Yuan, is that you?"

Chapter 94 Going Home

He spoke, his voice so hoarse it was almost inaudible.

The Demon-Slaying Douluo remained silent.

He just stood there, looking at his cousin whom he hadn't seen for over sixty years, and clenched his fists.

Long Yuan's lips trembled. He opened his mouth, wanting to call out "elder brother" and "second brother," but he couldn't utter a single word.

More than sixty years have passed.

He thought he had long forgotten them, forgotten their faces, forgotten their voices, forgotten the days they grew up together in the Qian Gu family mansion.

But when they stood before him, he remembered everything.

Qianjun Douluo stepped forward, each step slow, as if afraid of disturbing something.

He walked up to Long Yuan, raised his hand as if to touch his face, but then stopped in mid-air.

"You're still alive." His voice was very soft, as if confirming a dream.

Long Yuan lowered his head, not daring to look at him.

He was afraid that if he opened his mouth, he would burst into tears.

He's over ninety years old, a titled Douluo, the last spark of the Long family; he can't cry.

"Big brother."

He finally spoke, his voice so hoarse it was almost inaudible, "Second Brother."

The Demon-Slaying Douluo suddenly turned his head.

In the moonlight, something was gleaming in the corner of his eye.

The Thousand-Pound Douluo's hand finally landed on Long Yuan's shoulder.