As he gazed at the five fully armed Shadow Assassins in front of him, Yang Yi continued to walk forward without hesitation.

With his advance, the group ahead of him immediately noticed them.

"Sh-Shadow Assassins!" one person whispered in shock.

Then, someone caught sight of Yang Yi, and just like Chen Zhenhai, they found it hard to believe their eyes!

One person, after getting a clear look, rubbed his eyes excitedly and then, with a face full of fervor, dropped to one knee with a thud: "Commander Gan Shun of the Wolf Fang Guards greets the Divine King and welcomes His Majesty's return!"

Following his lead, the voices began to echo one after another:

"Wolf Fang Guard Han Chong, greets the Divine King and welcomes His Majesty's return!"

"Vanguard Army Dong Liqin, greets the Divine King and welcomes His Majesty's return!"

"Divine Martial Guard Zhang Ying, greets the Divine King..."

"Vanguard Army Cui Shimin..."

"Battle Support Liu Yong..."

"Falcon Guard Chang Nongyu..."

One figure after another, all with fervent gazes and voices raised high, knelt down wherever Yang Yi set foot, filling his line of sight with those prostrating in respect!

Yang Yi, who had been solely focused on vengeance, felt a wave of emotion swell within him at this moment.

The five Shadow Assassins following behind him silently maintained their positions, not even making a sound with their footsteps.

Yang Yi surveyed the scene, and his calm and steady voice resounded, "Rise."

"As you command!" The synchronized response was powerful enough to shake the heavens!

Everyone who had been kneeling rose in unison, parting to form a path, their eyes full of fervor as they watched Yang Yi.

Inside the building behind them, Shen Xue, who was being led upstairs, heard the commotion. The resonance of the voices left her bewildered and uncertain. She turned to look out the window but could only see a crowd and the distant backs of a few people.

"That..."

"Don’t ask, it’s best not to speak of it."

Shen Xue pressed her lips together and nodded, continuing up the stairs.

Meanwhile, downstairs, Yang Yi had already walked through the crowd. Just as he was about to get into a car, a jeep suddenly pulled up in front of him.

Yang Yi's pupils contracted as he released the car door, stopping in his tracks.

The jeep halted ten meters ahead, and then, a person stepped out. She was dressed in black, with a cape draped over her shoulders and a raven mask hanging at her shoulder. Her white hair contrasted sharply with her finely chiseled features. Her beauty was unparalleled, with her porcelain-like skin making one marvel at the divine craftsmanship of creation.

Her gaze burned as she looked at Yang Yi, stepping forward with a box cradled in her hands.

Yang Yi quietly watched her, his expression calm.

However, the five Shadow Assassins behind Yang Yi quickly formed into ranks, standing as straight as rods. They simultaneously removed the raven masks from their faces and hung them on their left shoulders, just as the woman had done, standing silently.

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The woman approached Yang Yi, dropped to one knee, looked up at him with fervent and excited eyes, and declared, "Shadow Assassin Crow God greets the Divine King and welcomes His Majesty's return!"

Yang Yi reached out to help her up, his stern face softening slightly as he asked, "My Dragon Pattern Mask?"

Crow God nodded eagerly.

Yang Yi gently opened the box, and immediately, a mask with strange patterns appeared before him.

It was a full-face mask, predominantly white, but the right side and most of the left were covered with eerie yet beautiful red patterns.

"The eighty-nine-pattern Dragon Pattern Mask. Divine King, welcome back!" Crow God said excitedly.

Yang Yi nodded, reached for the Dragon Pattern Mask, and placed it on his face with a backhanded motion.

At that moment, whether it was the Crow God in front of him, the Shadow Assassins behind him, or the countless soldiers, all were visibly thrilled.

Only when wearing the Dragon Pattern Mask was the Divine King truly the Divine King—the one who led them to crush every enemy and remain undefeated!

Yang Yi closed his eyes slightly, feeling the familiar sensation return—a faint scent of blood. The patterns on the Dragon Pattern Mask bore this scent, each one imprinted with the blood of an enemy who had been worthy of being called an opponent, defeated by him.

Abruptly, Yang Yi opened his eyes, and a cold, emotionless voice came from behind the mask: "Zhongjing, Vermillion Bird District, Fourth Hospital!"

"Battle!"

Hundreds roared in unison. The next moment, Yang Yi got into the car.

As his vehicle drove away, the fervor in Crow God's eyes vanished, replaced by cold indifference, mirroring Yang Yi's demeanor from moments earlier.

She took out a communicator and coldly commanded, "Target: Zhongjing, Vermillion Bird District, Fourth Hospital."

With the order given, drums suddenly sounded in the Divine Martial Guard camp in a mountainous area near Zhongjing.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sound was like thunder. After nine strikes, a thousand Divine Martial Guard soldiers were already assembled on the training ground.

At this moment, Commander Zhao Hai shouted with fervor, "The Divine King's order..."

At the mention of the Divine King's order, the thousand Divine Martial Guards all looked up sharply, disbelief flashing in their eyes.

The Divine King has returned?!

In the next moment, Zhao Hai declared, "Target: Zhongjing. Divine Martial Guard, we shall be the vanguard for our King!"

"Battle!"

A thousand voices roared as one, shaking the sky!

In the next second, everyone boarded their vehicles and set off from the mountain, heading straight for Zhongjing.

Far away in Wudu, Crow God put down the communicator and looked up at the sky. She knew that the King's return would shake the world.

Two hours later, Yang Yi’s vehicle arrived at the entrance of the Fourth Hospital in Zhongjing’s Vermillion Bird District.

By then, the Divine Martial Guard had long since sealed off the entire Fourth Hospital.

Seeing Yang Yi and that familiar Dragon Pattern Mask, Zhao Hai’s eyes welled with tears of excitement. It wasn’t just him; every Divine Martial Guard soldier who stood at the hospital’s main gate and saw Yang Yi reacted the same way.

At that moment, all their doubts vanished—the Divine King had truly returned!

But Yang Yi, looking at the hospital’s entrance, had only cold killing intent in his eyes.

Entering the hospital, Yang Yi was led by the Shadow Assassins step by step upstairs, soon arriving at the third-floor pediatric ward.

There were no patients outside the consultation room. Yang Yi instructed the Shadow Assassins to stand guard outside, then pushed open the door to the consultation room.

The pediatric consultation room wasn’t large. A middle-aged man with glasses, looking scholarly, was sitting there writing something.

Yang Yi had already received Wang Rongsheng’s information, so he naturally recognized the person before him at a glance—it was indeed Wang Rongsheng, the man he was looking for.

"Dr. Wang Rongsheng?" Yang Yi asked in a cold tone.

Wang Rongsheng looked up in confusion, only to see Yang Yi wearing the Dragon Pattern Mask. He adjusted his glasses and frowned, "Are you a patient’s family member?"

Yang Yi sat across from him, calmly observing Wang Rongsheng. He nodded, "Yes, I’m a patient’s family member. My daughter was treated by Dr. Wang two years ago. Afterward, she developed liver cancer. Dr. Wang, do you remember?"

Wang Rongsheng’s face instantly paled. He remembered doing it—his conscience had tormented him for a month afterward. How could he forget!

But the comfort of thirty thousand yuan eventually outweighed the guilt, and he had buried the memory deep down.

Now, being confronted out of the blue, he subconsciously glanced at the door and, seeing it was closed, let out a sigh of relief. Then, he responded indifferently, "Sorry, I have no idea what you’re talking about."