Not one of them could match his former strength or talent, yet when it came to stirring up trouble, even he at his peak could not compare...
Tang Chen was unsure how much of the rumors about Chen Ming circulating across the continent had been exaggerated, or just how extraordinary Chen Ming's talent really was.
But he was certain that even if only thirty percent of them were true, Qian Daoliu's not coming at them with the Angel Holy Sword and burning the entire Clear Sky Sect to ashes already showed tremendous restraint.
If his own grandson had possessed such talent and someone had tried to ambush and kill him, successful or not, Tang Chen felt he would have dug up the perpetrators' ancestral graves.
Could the only reason I had a chance to return to the Douluo Continent be that heaven needed me to keep wiping this goddamned world's ass?
Tang Chen thought bitterly, unaware that, in a certain sense, he had inadvertently spoken the truth.
"I only wanted to give the grandson I once thought highly of a chance, yet it ended up causing such an enormous mess."
"Could my rise alone have squeezed the family's potential for hundreds of years dry?"
"Forget it. I'll inspect our ancestral graves later. If nothing else works, I'll quietly move them out of the Clear Sky Sect and rebury them where they used to be."
"What if the feng shui here at the Clear Sky Sect really is bad, and it's spoiled the surroundings of our ancestral graves?"
Just as Tang Chen prepared to enter secluded cultivation to restore his condition, determined not to emerge unless someone brought the Angel Holy Sword right to his doorstep, the Asura Demon Sword, which he had kept beside him all this time without any