126: You have every reason to be proud.

Memory receded with a bang; before them was still that confrontation battlefield ten thousand miles away.

Long Yin froze in place, his body trembling uncontrollably, his gaze fixed on the figure in the python robe.

It wasn't similarity, nor was it a coincidence; it was exactly the same.

The features, the bearing, and that unique imperial charm within the Sword Intent—all belonged only to the Brother Che in his memory!

"Brother Che?"

A hoarse murmur squeezed out of his throat, with a trembling tone that carried disbelief spanning several lifetimes.

Beside him, Long Qinger was first puzzled why her husband was so out of sorts, but when she followed Long Yin's frozen gaze to the battlefield and saw Xuanyuan Che's face clearly, her expression instantly froze.

"That... that is?" She subconsciously grabbed Long Yin's arm, her fingertips icy, her voice full of horror: "Xuanyuan... Second Brother?"

"He... he has also reincarnated."

Suddenly, the two of them simultaneously sensed a familiar Aura.

In the next moment, their gazes locked onto the imperial edict in Ye Gucheng's hand.

Recalling what Xuanyuan Che had just said.

Their pupils shrank violently; a nearly absurd guess echoed in their minds!

Could it be?!

"That imperial edict? That Emperor Yan?" Long Yin's voice was hoarse with excitement: "Second Brother has arrived here, coming by decree. Who else in this world is worthy of making him submit?!"

Who else could make Xuanyuan Che, their Second Brother, hold an imperial edict so respectfully and honor them as Emperor Yan?

The answer was almost surfacing!

Yet it made one afraid to think deeply, fearing that with one thought, this faint hope would be extinguished.

Long Qinger understood the deep meaning in his words; her body jerked, and an excited flush quickly rushed to her face.

She covered her mouth, and tears welled up without warning—not out of sadness, but because of a shock massive enough to destroy all reason.

"No, impossible, but..."

She was incoherent, her eyes glued to that purple-gold imperial edict, as if wanting to see through it to the figure behind it—the one she had missed for several lifetimes, felt guilty toward for countless years, and had quietly cared for all her life.

If it really was him.

If Brother Yan was still there and had also reincarnated.

Once this thought emerged, it could no longer be suppressed.

The husband and wife looked at each other, seeing the same shock and determination in each other's eyes.

The next moment, they both vanished from the spot... Three breaths earlier.

Shen Yao's silver armor was shattered; the Star-Crushing Divine Spear was propped in the air as he coughed up large mouthfuls of golden divine blood.

His eyes were full of resentment and shock, staring fixedly at the young man in the python robe standing with a sword.

Xuanyuan Che's robes were slightly messy, his Aura fluctuating slightly. The Human Emperor Sword pointed diagonally at the ground, its tip dripping with Shen Yao's blood.

"You... who exactly are you?!" Shen Yao asked hoarsely, his eyes full of humiliation and resentment.

He considered himself invincible among his generation, yet now he had been defeated so miserably.

Xuanyuan Che didn't answer, just looked at him calmly.

And this silent disregard made Shen Yao more frantic than any mockery.

"Young Lord!"

The Ninth Elder could no longer hold back; Shen Yao's miserable defeat and the combat power Xuanyuan Che displayed startled him.

He absolutely could not allow the Young Lord to continue taking risks.

The power of the Dao circulated around him, and just as he was about to act...

The bead curtain of the phoenix carriage was suddenly knocked open by a cyan-gold stream of light!

"Yao-lang!"

With a clear shout, Long Kui finally couldn't help but strike.

She couldn't watch her fiancé be so pathetic anymore, nor could she endure this person of unknown origin's contempt for the God Race.

Her figure glided out as gracefully as a startling swan; she raised her slender hand, and a thin sword wrapped in dragon patterns broke through the air, carrying pure and vast Dragon Clan Sword Qi. Together with the spear light from Shen Yao's rally, they attacked Xuanyuan Che from both sides!

The joint effort of two half-step Peerless Generation Prodigies from the Dragon Clan and God Race was terrifyingly powerful, making the Void Realm tremble.

Facing this sharp combined attack, a hint of solemnity flashed in Xuanyuan Che's eyes, but he didn't retreat at all.

"Imperial Dao—Heavenly Defense."

The Human Emperor Sword drew a circle in front of him; dark golden sword light transformed into a perfectly round sword domain, protecting him completely.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Spear light like a dragon, Sword Qi like a phoenix, frantically bombarded the sword domain, erupting with blinding light.

Attacks sufficient to cause spatial collapse in the Major Thousand Worlds could only barely make the space tremble here.

This showed that the spatial strength of the Supreme World was far beyond that of the Major Thousand Worlds.

Xuanyuan Che stood in the center of the sword domain, his figure steady as a rock, taking all of their attacks.

Shen Yao and Long Kui looked at each other, both seeing the shock in the other's eyes.

The power of their joint attack was enough to threaten an ordinary Peak Profound Immortal, yet the opponent could block it so calmly?

"He's only an Early Stage Profound Immortal; how can he have such deep foundations?" Long Kui sent a voice transmission, her voice carrying a hint of alarm and doubt.

Shen Yao grit his teeth: "He must be using some secret technique for enhancement! Continue, wear him down!"

Their minds were in sync, and their attacks changed again.

Shen Yao's long spear transformed into ten thousand spear shadows, each containing the Star-Collapsing Power, like a torrential downpour.

Long Kui's sword stance shifted; the dragon patterns on the thin sword came to life, turning into nine golden dragon phantoms that roared and pounced toward the sword domain.

Within a single breath, the two sides had already exchanged over ten thousand moves!

Every collision made the Void Realm tremble and the Laws mourn.

Ye Gucheng stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering in the aftershocks, his gaze remaining calm throughout.

Xuanyuan Che's sword domain was still solid!

Not just solid, but counterattacking.

The sword domain suddenly contracted, turning from defense to offense.

Dark golden sword light turned into ten thousand fine threads, sweeping back toward Shen Yao and Long Kui.

"Not good!" Long Kui gave a soft shout, her thin sword dancing into a screen of light, barely blocking the invasion of the sword threads.

Shen Yao roared, his spear light surging, forcibly shaking off the entangling sword threads.

But in that instant, Xuanyuan Che's figure disappeared.

In the next moment, he appeared above their heads.

The Human Emperor Sword was held high above his head, and phantoms of mountains, rivers, sun, moon, and stars appeared on the blade. A terrifying pressure to suppress ten thousand worlds crashed down!

"Imperial Ultimate—Heaven's Fall!"

Before the sword even fell, the momentum had arrived.

Shen Yao and Long Kui felt as if the entire sky was pressing down on them, their bones making overburdened creaking sounds.

"Join forces!"

The two no longer held back, their Auras soaring to the limit.

A deity phantom appeared behind Shen Yao.

Long Kui manifested the body of a Nine-Clawed Golden Dragon, golden scales covering her body, dragon horns towering.

"God's Fall—Destruction!"

"Dragon's Roar—Nine Heavens!"

Spear light and Sword Qi fused, turning into a pillar of destructive light woven of gold and silver, soaring Heaven-Defyingly upward to meet the sword Xuanyuan Che slashed down.

This was the Fusion of their trump card moves; its power had reached the full-strength strike of a Peak Profound Immortal!

Rumble—!!!

At the moment the sword and the light pillar collided, the world went silent.

Blinding light swallowed everything, and the Void Realm shook repeatedly.

Ye Gucheng's gaze narrowed, the long sword in his arms trembled slightly, and an invisible Sword Qi slashed away all the back-surging aftershocks.

The light dissipated.

Shen Yao and Long Kui were pale, blood leaking from the corners of their mouths, their Auras withered.

However, a flash of triumph crossed their eyes.

They had blocked it!

But when they looked across, their pupils shrank.

Xuanyuan Che was sent flying ten thousand miles, leaving streaks of blood in the sky along the way.

He barely stabilized himself; his python robes were somewhat torn, with a gruesome wound on them from which blood continuously seeped.

His Aura fluctuated, and his blood Qi surged; he had clearly suffered significant injuries.

But his gaze remained calm, even carrying a hint of praise: "Not bad. To be able to force this Sovereign to this point, you have enough to be proud of."