"One mountain cannot hold two tigers. They feared the rise of the Qiangu Family, feared that one day the Coiling Dragon Staff would surpass them."
"So..."
"So... they made their move?"
"Yes..."
Qianjun Douluo closed his eyes. "That day, your Second Grandpa and I were lured away. Someone sent a false message claiming that a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast had been spotted. We rushed there, only to find nothing."
"By the time we realized something was wrong and returned to the mountain..."
He could not continue.
Falling Devil Douluo slammed his fist onto the table, shattering the solid wood table with a thunderous crash.
"More than three hundred clansmen. Other than your father, there were no survivors."
Ling Feng's pupils contracted sharply.
More than three hundred.
His family, his clansmen, his roots.
All of them were dead.
"Your father was only six years old then."
Qianjun Douluo opened his eyes, their rims reddened. "Your grandfather hid him in the cellar, and he watched with his own eyes as his parents, brothers and sisters, uncles and aunts, cousins... fell into pools of blood one after another."
"That night, blood flowed like a river through the Qiangu ancestral residence, and corpses lay everywhere."
Qiangu Xiaoye rose to his feet and walked to the window, turning his back to everyone.
"Forty-four years."
His voice was hoarse. "For forty-four whole years, I have dreamed of that night every night."
"I dreamed of Father's look when he shoved me into the cellar, of Mother's screams as she blocked the blade for me outside, of those beasts' wild laughter as they scavenged Soul Bones after murdering everyone."
He turned around, his eyes completely bloodshot.
"Yu Tianxiao, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's clan leader at the time, Rank 95, personally killed my father."
"Yu Chengkun, the Blue