127: Second brother, is that really you?

Just as Shen Yao was about to speak, he saw Xuanyuan Che wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth and slowly raise the Human Emperor Sword.

The phantom on the sword seemed to come alive, beginning to spin slowly.

An aura even more ancient than before spread out from the sword body.

Xuanyuan Che's voice echoed through the heavens, carrying an unquestionable resolve: “This sword is named—Opening the Great Peace.”

As the words fell, the million miles of Void Realm instantly fell silent.

All Laws, all airflow, and all light were frozen at this moment.

Shen Yao and Long Kui's expressions changed drastically; they sensed the aura of death from this single sword strike!

“How dare you, junior!!!”

Ninth Elder could no longer care about his status. He roared, and the terrifying might of the Early Golden Immortal fully erupted!

He formed a seal with both hands, and a deity phantom appeared behind him, holding a Thunder Hammer and smashing it fiercely toward Xuanyuan Che!

This strike was launched in anger. Wherever the Thunder Hammer passed, space was instantly annihilated, forming a path of pure nothingness.

A single strike from a Golden Immortal was enough to easily obliterate a Profound Immortal!

Xuanyuan Che's pupils contracted, his face paled, and the attack he was holding instantly dissipated.

Right at this critical moment!

Ye Gucheng, who had been watching from the side, moved.

He did not speak, nor did he even look up at the terrifying Thunder Hammer.

Only the longsword in his arms, which had never been unsheathed, trembled slightly.

“Clang—!”

A clear, sharp sword cry echoed for ten thousand miles!

An extremely pure, thin line silently extended from in front of Ye Gucheng.

That line cut through the boundaries of space, slicing with perfect precision onto the Thunder Hammer being smashed down by the deity phantom.

The Thunder Hammer, which could annihilate space, broke in half, and the violent thunder power scattered to both sides, failing to touch Xuanyuan Che behind it!

Ye Gucheng's figure swayed slightly, his face paled for an instant, and a trace of crimson blood slowly seeped from the corner of his mouth.

Using his Initial Stage Heavenly Immortal cultivation to forcefully withstand an Early Golden Immortal's strike delivered in anger.

Even if his Sword Dao reached the heavens, it was inevitable that he would be injured.

Ninth Elder's pupils shrank. Surprise and doubt flashed in his eyes, and his heart was instantly filled with towering rage.

“What a Sword Dao Prodigy!” Ninth Elder's voice was chilling: “Unfortunately, the chasm of Realm cannot be bridged by mere Sword Intent!”

The Power of his Divine Dao boiled around him again, the deity phantom behind him became more solid, and streaks of Destructive Purple Lightning wrapped around the Thunder Hammer.

“Let's see how you block this strike!”

The Thunder Hammer was raised again, and the might of the Golden Immortal erupted with full force!

Ye Gucheng slightly furrowed his sword-like brows, preparing to activate his Sword Intent once more.

“Enough!”

A cold, incomparably majestic shout, carrying an irresistible will, resounded deep within everyone's Divine Soul!

Immediately afterward, the hammer that was about to smash down stopped three thousand meters above Ye Gucheng's head.

The surging thunder and the Destructive Purple Lightning all froze in mid-air.

Following that.

An irresistible, terrifying pressure descended from the peak of the heavens!

The majestic thirty-thousand-meter deity phantom behind Ninth Elder let out an unwilling wail, shattering instantly and dispersing into countless specks of light.

His hands, raised high with the Thunder Hammer, froze in mid-air. He immediately felt the weight of billions of stars pressing down on his spine!

“Thump!”

This dignified Elder of the God Race, an Early Golden Immortal, couldn't even muster a thought of resistance. His knees buckled, and he immediately prostrated himself in mid-air, his forehead pressed tightly against the cold space, his entire body trembling uncontrollably.

He felt that with just a single thought from the owner of that will, he would be reduced to dust!

“Who?!” Horror filled his heart, and he barely managed to squeeze out a question through gritted teeth: “Who are you? I am an Elder of the God Race! My clan's God Emperor and the Yao Race's Yao Emperor are relatives by marriage! My clan's Young Lord, Shen Yao, is Princess Long Kui's fiancé, and His Majesty Long Yin's Son-in-law! You...”

When his peripheral vision caught sight of Long Yin and Long Qinger, his voice abruptly stopped.

His entire face was filled with disbelief and confusion.

“Imperial Father?! Imperial Mother?!”

Long Kui recovered from the shock of the pressure, her beautiful face filled with astonishment and confusion.

She didn't understand why her parents would suppress an Elder of the God Race with such an aggressive stance.

Seeing the two appear, Shen Yao's expression brightened.

“Esteemed Father-in-Law! This person blocked the Wedding Procession without reason, severely injured me, and even looked down upon the God Race. I ask Father-in-Law to seek justice for me!”

However, Long Yin completely ignored all their questions, shouts, and pleas for help.

His gaze, from beginning to end, was fixed on the figure in the Python Robe opposite him.

That gaze contained unbelievable ecstasy, the vicissitudes of crossing Reincarnation, bone-deep nostalgia, and a trace of imperceptible trembling.

The scene became eerily silent, with only the vast Dragon Might flowing soundlessly.

Xuanyuan Che also stopped moving the moment Long Yin and his wife descended.

He slowly turned around, meeting Long Yin's fervent gaze.

As their eyes met.

The wariness in Xuanyuan Che's eyes, which had been directed at a powerful enemy, froze when he clearly saw Long Yin's face.

Even the hand holding the sword trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly.

Deep within his calm eyes, massive waves of shock instantly surged.

Shock, astonishment, confusion... eventually transforming into the exact same disbelief and ecstasy seen in Long Yin's eyes, along with a trace of pain belonging to bygone years, and nostalgia.

“Third... Third Brother?”

Xuanyuan Che's voice was dry, carrying a cautious probing that even he hadn't noticed, afraid that the person before him was merely an overly realistic illusion.

This single address, “Third Brother,” stirred up massive waves in everyone's hearts!

Ninth Elder's prostrated body in the air suddenly stiffened.

Shen Yao and Long Kui looked as if they had been struck by lightning, their eyes filled with extreme absurdity and horror.

Third Brother?!

This young man in the Python Robe who crushed Shen Yao actually called the Yao Emperor, who shook the Myriad Laws Star Realm, “Third Brother”?!

This is too absurd!

How is this possible?!

One Human Race, one Dragon Clan.

When did His Majesty Long Yin ever have an Older Brother like this?!

Could they be Sworn Brothers? But the Yao Emperor has existed for millions of years, and no one has ever heard of him having Sworn Brothers.

When Long Yin heard that familiar address, one that spanned countless life-and-death Reincarnations, his body trembled violently. His majestic face could no longer remain calm, and his eyes instantly turned red.

He opened his mouth, his Adam's apple bobbing violently, but no sound came out. Only large tears rolled down without warning, splashing into the Void Realm.

Immediately after, he forcefully took a step forward, instantly crossing the distance between himself and Xuanyuan Che. He stretched out his hands, seemingly wanting to grasp the other's shoulders, but stopped them trembling in mid-air just before contact.

“Second Brother, it really is you, it really is you!” Long Yin's voice was broken and full of sobs: “You... I thought I would never see you again.”

In the end, he still couldn't bring himself to reveal the news that he and Long Qinger were people of Reincarnation.

However, Xuanyuan Che understood the meaning of that pause.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed his turbulent emotions, nodded heavily, and displayed a long-lost smile.

“It's me, Third Brother.”

“I also never expected to meet you here.”

“And even less did I expect you to already be the Yao Emperor who shakes the Myriad Laws Star Realm.”

The two brothers, under the gaze of countless onlookers, ignored everyone and the tense situation, with only each other in their eyes, recounting their Brotherhood that spanned life and death.

Every choked word and every excited glance was assaulting the fragile understanding of Shen Yao, Long Kui, and Ninth Elder.

Of course, their conversation was subtle, and no one could tell from their words that they were people of Reincarnation.

It took Long Kui a long time to recover from the extreme shock.

She stumbled through the air to Long Qinger's side, grabbed her sleeve, and asked with a trembling voice: “Imperial Mother, what exactly is going on?”

“How can that person be Imperial Father's Second Brother?”

“Imperial Father isn't...”