He practically staggered over, grabbing Tang Chen's hand. His fingertips trembled as he felt Tang Chen's empty dantian and that familiar aura etched into his very bones. His eyes instantly reddened.
He had searched for Tang Chen for decades, scouring every corner of Douluo Continent without finding so much as a trace.
He had even thought Tang Chen had long since died somewhere unknown.
He never imagined that when he saw the best brother of his life again, it would be under such circumstances, in such a manner.
"Old Qian..." Tang Chen looked at Qian Daoliu. His lips moved, his eyes filled with bitterness and complicated emotions, but in the end, he only managed those two words before he could say no more.
Once, they had been the continent's two peerless prodigies, equally renowned. One was the future Sect Master of the Clear Sky Sect, the other the heir to Spirit Hall's Angel God. They had traveled together, drunk together, and spoken freely of the world together.
But now, one was Spirit Hall's Grand Protector, the Angel God's representative, standing high above all others; while the other had his cultivation crippled and had become a useless wreck, worse off than an ordinary man, utterly bedraggled.
The immense disparity left Tang Chen with no face to meet his old brother.
"What happened?!" Qian Daoliu suddenly turned, his golden eyes fixed fiercely on Li Pu. Angel divine power erupted from his body as the pressure of a rank ninety-nine Limit Douluo burst forth without restraint, making the entire Worship Hall tremble faintly. "Li Pu! Was it you who crippled him?!"
"It was." Li Pu nodded frankly, without the slightest trace of fear on his face. He even casually found a chair and sat down. "Senior, don't be so quick to lose your