Chapter 528: Who!

"Who! Who on earth!! Pretending to be divine and ghostly! Get out for this Prince!!!"

Prince Jin Yang let out a hoarse roar, his voice twisted and raspy from anger and injury; his golden pupils frantically scanned the surroundings, and though the True Sun Fire was faint, it still leapt across his body, showing his inner frenzy.

As the Golden Crow Tenth Prince, his status is lofty; how could he ever have suffered such a humiliating disgrace?

This is even harder for him to accept than being killed!

"Ambush from the shadows, what skill is that! Have the guts to appear and fight!"

Lei Shun's voice was cold, yet on careful listening one could detect a barely perceptible tremor, a bodily instinct of fear.

"Scoundrel! Scoundrel!!"

Qing Fen roared in violent anger, stamping his lone foot on the Void, but staggered from his wounds, looking even more disheveled.

Jin Lieyu merely coughed up blood, his resentful, poisonous gaze like a viper, scanning every possible direction.

The four of them regrouped; though each was wounded and their aura unstable, their shared hatred made their killing intent even stronger.

They were like four enraged, injured beasts, cold, frantic, vigilant, searching every inch of the Void, trying to snatch out the ambusher who had brought them endless humiliation, to tear him apart in the most cruel way!

Yet once more, what sent a chill up their hearts and bred fear was—nothing! Absolutely nothing!

Regardless of how they used bloodline secret techniques to sense, scanned with soul power, or even sacrificed more Primordial energy to activate investigative divine skill, the Void remained empty; the attacker seemed merely a collective hallucination, or perhaps… a Supreme Will they were not even qualified to perceive, a casual brush.

This total intangibility, this absolute crushing, this situation where they didn't even know who the enemy was or where, gradually replaced their anger with a deeper, unspeakable unease and dread.

In Prince Jin Yang's roar, his underlying strength was already lacking.

Under Lei Shun's coldness lay nerves stretched to the limit.

In Qing Fen's ferocity, there was a hint of panic.

In Jin Lieyu's resentful poison, there was more despair.

And just as this clamor turned to extreme suspicion, the one‑sided slaughter turned to a bizarre crushing, everyone bewildered and shaken—

In the battlefield's center, the silver‑haired youth who had been silent, ready for a death battle, Dou Tianxiong, suddenly froze in shock.

He first furrowed his brows, showing a pained, thoughtful expression; the severe pain on his shoulder and the erosion of his Dao Body seemed temporarily forgotten.

In his mind, a figure flashed like lightning—a figure always calm and indifferent, yet always able to create miracles in dire straits; that figure had fought side by side with him, sweeping away foes; that figure was so powerful as to be unfathomable, its methods often beyond comprehension…

An almost impossible conjecture, like Dawn Breaker's sunlight, suddenly illuminated his heart filled with warfire and resolve!

Immediately, an indescribable warm current mixed with ecstasy, excitement, and disbelief surged, shattering all his guard and will to die!

His silver eyes, blood‑veined from battle and wounds, suddenly shone astonishingly!

He snapped his head around, no longer cautiously scanning for enemies, but with an utterly confident, hopeful gaze, he fixed it on a specific, seemingly empty direction of the Void!

Then, with a voice trembling slightly from excitement yet crystal clear, cutting through all the clamor, filled with surprise and a summons, he shouted loudly:

"Could it be… that… big brother! Is it you?! Big brother! Brother Ye! Is it you?!"

The three words "Brother Ye" were like three massive stones thrown into a calm lake, again raising towering waves in the already boiling sea of public opinion!

"Brother Ye? Who?"

"Who is Dou Tianxiong calling? Big brother?"

"It seems he knows who struck!"

"To make Dou Tianxiong address him like this, so excited… could it be a sworn elder brother from the outside world? From some hidden ancient clan?"

Countless gazes, instantly like spotlights, swept in unison toward the direction Dou Tianxiong shouted, staring fixedly.

Even the four Prince Jin Yang, who were in a mix of shock and fury searching everywhere, suddenly turned their eyes to that Void, pupils contracting, hearts involuntarily tightening!

Under the focus of billions of gazes, illuminated by countless formation lights of Emperor Beast City, against the backdrop of distant Black Obsidian Star dust smoke—

The Void Dou Tianxiong gazed at rippled naturally like water, gently spreading a barely perceptible ripple.

There was no violent space tearing, no divine light descending gloriously, only a sense of plainness and inevitability.

A slender, upright figure cloaked in a simple black robe seemed to step slowly out from the blank space of an ink painting, appearing before everyone's eyes.

His black hair, like ink, was casually tied with an ordinary wooden hairpin, a few strands falling over his forehead.

His face was calm; his features were not extraordinarily handsome, yet possessed an indescribable harmony and depth, especially his eyes, like ancient wells holding endless starry sky, tranquil yet seemingly reflecting all illusion and truth of the world.

He stood with his hands behind his back, no powerful aura outward, as if merely a mortal who had strayed here.

Yet, the moment he appeared, all the clamor, all the energy turbulence, all the suspicious gazes in this world seemed soothed by an invisible force.

He stood there, doing nothing, yet naturally became the center of heaven and earth, the focus of all things.

It was—Ye Wuque!

"Brother Ye! It's really you!!"

The instant Dou Tianxiong saw that figure, immense joy erupted like a volcano!

All injuries, Exhaustion, and post‑escape dread were at that moment cast far beyond the heavens!

He could no longer care about image or setting; a childlike pure, joyous laugh burst from his mouth, his towering, robust body turning into a silver flash that instantly crossed tens of thousands of li to reach Ye Wuque's side!

He first, excitedly and heavily, punched Ye Wuque's shoulder; the force could shatter ten thousand primeval stars, yet when it hit Ye Wuque's shoulder it was like a mud ox sinking in the sea, not even stirring his robe.

Then, he spread his arms, giving Ye Wuque a solid, powerful bear hug, slapping Ye Wuque's back vigorously, laughing heartily:

"Hahaha! I knew it! I knew it! It had to be you, big brother! Who else could be so… so awesome! So timely! Great! I've missed you to death! Big brother!"

His laughter was exuberant, and even a hint of silvery watery light flickered in his eyes from excitement; that unfeigned ecstasy, closeness and trust, like scorching sunlight, instantly diluted the previously pervasive grim and icy atmosphere, and left countless onlookers gaping—this Holy War Heavenly Ape demon, who moments ago had fought to the death without retreat, now seemed like a big child who had just seen his beloved elder brother!

Ye Wuque allowed Dou Tianxiong to pound and hug him; on his cold, stern face, a faint yet unmistakably genuine, warm smile emerged, as if an ice river thawed.

He raised his hand, gently patting Dou Tianxiong's broad, solid back, the gesture natural and friendly, as if done countless times.

Then, his gentle, clear voice slowly resonated in the now‑still heavens and earth, only six simple words, yet seeming to carry a thousand‑pound weight and endless stories:

"Little Hero, long time no see."