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

His hand was trembling, which was completely inconsistent with his composed demeanor.

"It's good that you're alive." His voice was very soft. "It's good that you're alive."

Long Yuan raised his head and looked at his elder brother, whom he hadn't seen for over sixty years.

His hair was completely white, and his face was etched with the marks of time. But his eyes remained the same as they had always been.

"Brother, I..." He wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say.

Qianjun Douluo shook his head, interrupting him.

He looked at Long Yin and Long Yao behind Long Yuan, his gaze falling on the coiled dragon staff in their hands.

The two young men stood nervously, instinctively gripping their martial spirits.

"This is……"

Long Yuan turned around, looked at the two children, his eyes full of love.

“Long Yin, Long Yao. My grandson and granddaughter. Their mother was the daughter of the Qian Gu family. She left after giving birth to them.”

"Or rather, her mother is that kid Qian Gu Ling Feng's biological aunt."

He paused, then lowered his voice even further, "The Qian Gu family has only this much bloodline left."

Qianjun Douluo remained silent for a long time.

He looked at the two children, at the dragon-patterned staff in their hands, and at their faces, which were exactly like those of the Qian Gu family.

"Okay." He only said one word.

The Demon-Slaying Douluo stepped forward.

He didn't speak, but simply raised his hand and gently patted Long Yuan's shoulder.

The blow was so heavy that Long Yuan's body swayed.

But that one word was heavier than any other.

Long Yuan looked at him and suddenly smiled.

That smile contained relief, weariness, and a hint of inexplicable comfort.

"Second brother, your hands are still so heavy."

The Demon-Slaying Douluo's lips twitched slightly, as if he were smiling, or perhaps he was trying to hold back.

"Let's go." Qianjun Douluo turned around and walked towards the official road. "Let's go home."

Long Yuan was stunned: "Home?"

Qianjun Douluo stopped in his tracks without turning back.

"Wuhun City".

Long Yuan's tears finally fell.

More than sixty years have passed.

He took his two children and went into hiding, never daring to stay in one place for long.

He thought his family was gone forever, and that he would never be able to go back in this lifetime.

Long Yin and Long Yao stepped forward and stood on either side of him.

"Grandpa," Long Yao called softly.

Long Yuan wiped his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Let's go home."

Under the moonlight, five figures walked towards the direction of Wuhun City.

Behind them, the outline of Tiandou City gradually blurred.

Long Yuan kept his head down and followed Qianjun Douluo and Jiangmo Douluo for a long time before finally speaking.

"Big brother, I thought you wouldn't take revenge."

Qianjun Douluo paused, turned around to look at him. Under the moonlight, his composed face remained expressionless.

Why do you think that?

Long Yuan gave a wry smile, his voice hoarse.

"It's been over sixty years. You've served as honored guests in the Spirit Hall, holding high positions and wielding great power."

“You never mention the age-old family feud. I thought… you had forgotten.”

The Demon-Slaying Douluo suddenly turned around, grabbed his collar, and dragged him in front of him.

That usually stern face was now filled with anger.

"forget?"

His voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, "You think we've forgotten?"

Long Yuan didn't struggle; he just looked into his eyes.

Those eyes held anger, pain, and something else he couldn't understand.

"Second Brother, then why don't you make a move?" he asked. "With your current strength, the Clear Sky Sect is sealed off from the mountains, and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan—"

"Because the time is not right."

The voice of the Thousand-Pound Douluo came from behind, unusually calm.

Long Yuan turned his head and looked at him.

Qianjun Douluo walked up to him and raised his hand to brush the Demon-Subduing Douluo's hand off Longyuan's collar.

He looked down at his cousin, whom he hadn't seen for over sixty years, his gaze complex.

"Xiao Yuan, do you think we haven't done anything in these past sixty years?"

Long Yuan was stunned.

Qianjun Douluo turned his back and stood with his hands behind his back.

"When the Qian Gu family was in trouble, my second brother and I investigated for three years before we found out the truth."

"Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Jade Sky Roar, Haotian Sect Tang Mingyuan."

"One is level 96, and the other is level 93. There are also Yu Chengkun, Tang Zhen, and dozens of Soul Douluos and Soul Saints."

His voice was calm, as if he were telling a story that had nothing to do with him.

“We’ll go and take revenge on them. When Yu Chengkun comes out of seclusion, we’ll block him in the Star Dou Great Forest, strip him of his soul bone, and break his neck.”

Tang Mingyuan was seriously injured and died a year later.

Long Yuan's eyes reddened. He didn't know these things.

"But so what?"

Qianjun Douluo turned around, his eyes shining frighteningly bright in the moonlight. "The real murderer is still alive. Tang Zhen's descendants are still alive: Tang Xiao and Tang Hao."

"There are still a few old fogies in the Haotian Sect who have the blood of the Qian Gu family on their hands back then."

He said, slowly and deliberately, "Killing just a few small fry doesn't count as revenge."

Longyuan fell silent.

"Then why..."

He paused, unsure of what to say.

Qianjun Douluo looked at him and suddenly sighed.

"Xiao Yuan, do you know Tang Chen?"

Long Yuan nodded.

The previous sect leader of the Haotian Sect, a level 99 peerless Douluo, was one of the three strongest people on the continent back then.

"With Tang Chen here, we can't touch the Haotian Sect."

The voice of the Thousand-Pound Douluo was very calm.

"Even if my elder brother were to take action personally, he might not be able to defeat him decisively."

"Moreover, with the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex and the Clear Sky Sect joining forces, the two of us can't defeat them."

Longyuan lowered his head.

He knew his older brother was telling the truth.

The Qian Gu family was destroyed back then because Qian Jun and Jiang Mo were not present. If they were there, even if Tang Chen personally took action, they would not be a match for him.

"So we waited," came the voice of the Demon-Slaying Douluo from behind, "for over sixty years."

Long Yuan raised his head: "When will we wait?"

Qianjun Douluo looked at him and suddenly smiled.

The smile was faint, yet it carried a radiance he had never seen before.

"Wait until Xiao Feng becomes a god."

Long Yuan was stunned.

Qianjun Douluo looked into the distance, towards the direction of Wuhun City.

"Xiongfeng's grandson, Qian Gu Lingfeng. Awakened at the age of six, with innate full soul power. Soul Emperor at the age of eleven, Soul Saint at the age of twelve. Fifth soul ring 100,000 years, sixth soul ring 230,000 years."

His voice was filled with pride.

"That child is stronger than any of us."

Chapter 95 Observations

"When he becomes a god, no! Even if he only reaches the Title Douluo level, neither Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon nor the Clear Sky Sect will be able to escape."

Long Yuan's tears finally fell.

For over sixty years, he thought his two cousins ​​had forgotten their hatred, that they were greedy for wealth, and that the blood of the family had been shed in vain.