Yu-Gi-Oh!: This isn't a duel!

I was just momentarily distracted by the shock.

But, faced with a girl who has just woken up, is not in a good mental state, and is so dependent on him, can You Yang really bear to just leave?

Based on our time together, it's probably impossible.

Under the watchful eyes of the three, You Yang reluctantly stopped in his tracks.

You Yang scratched his head in frustration, but finally gave up, sighed heavily, stopped, and turned back.

When You Yang turned around, the girl's face, which had been streaked with tears and looking like she was crying her heart out, immediately blossomed into an incredibly radiant smile.

He could cry on cue and laugh on cue, switching between the two effortlessly and without hesitation.

Just like a three-year-old child.

Although she looked to be about the same age as him, You Yang had a feeling that the girl in front of him, whose true identity he did not know, probably had an IQ of no more than three years old.

You Yang was too lazy to walk any further. He sat down on the ruins next to the girl without any regard for his image, letting the overjoyed girl crawl over on her hands and feet and stick tightly to him, as if afraid that he would run away again.

Anyway, he was really exhausted, so he decided to stay here for a while and wait for Ling Zhiyong and his men to come and take her away.

But to everyone's surprise, instead of the person who was supposed to come, they were met with two roars filled with extreme anger and boundless hatred.

"Ling Zhiyong—! A life for a life!"

Before the words were even finished, Chen Yuexi and Chen Yuan, their figures already burning with the flames of revenge, were already rushing toward the altar ruins and the direction where Ling Zhiyong was!

Chen Yuexi raised his arm high, and the golden pentagram gathered on his arm again. That terrifying demon god was about to reappear in the world!

Seeing this, You Yang knew that for him, the matter here was over, but for everyone else, it was just the beginning.

Ling Shiyao, who was originally directing the survivors and maintaining order at the scene with Xie Wan'an in the distance, heard two angry roars filled with endless hatred.

His expression changed, and he immediately turned around in surprise, then hurriedly ran towards the center of the conflict.

You Yang sighed and had no choice but to stand up again. He pulled up the white-haired girl who was clinging to him, and in a flash, he was between the three of them: the furious Chen Yuexi, Chen Yuan, and the calm Ling Zhiyong.

Upon seeing the familiar figure who suddenly appeared in their path, accompanied by a white-haired girl, the Chen siblings abruptly stopped in their tracks.

This immediately turned the atmosphere at the scene, which had just calmed down and was relieved of the ordeal, into a tense standoff once again.

All eyes turned to them, filled with a mixture of relief and bewilderment.

Isn't everything already over?

What's going on now?

Especially Lei Zhen and He Yan, who arrived later, were already confused by the sudden change on the battlefield.

At this moment, when their gaze fell upon the delicate, elfin-like white-haired girl who was affectionately clinging to You Yang's arm, they were so astonished that they couldn't close their mouths.

Weren't they still fighting to the death up ahead?

How come they're hugging now... after all this time?

"Mr. You Yang..."

Chen Yuexi forced back the tears that were about to spill over again. She raised her red eyes and looked at You Yang, who was blocking her way, with a trembling voice.

"Are you... going to stop us?"

She knew that if a fight broke out, even if she summoned the Dark Archmage at all costs, she would still be no match for You Yang.

But with the murderer of her parents right in front of her, how could she possibly let it go so easily!

Chen Yuan's tall body trembled slightly with extreme anger. His fists were clenched so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms. He didn't say a word, but his bloodshot eyes stared intently at Ling Zhiyong, not knowing what to say.

You Yang felt a headache coming on. On one side was his friend who had just fought alongside him, and on the other side was his friend's biological father who was about to die.

He sighed helplessly, trying to make his voice sound calm:

"I understand your anger, and I don't intend to take anyone's side."

"But let's at least have a proper talk first, just in case... there's some misunderstanding."

You Yang truly had no intention of taking sides. If the massacre of the Chen family was indeed orchestrated by Ling Zhiyong, then it was only right and proper for a murderer to pay with his life; there was nothing more to say.

But what if there really is some misunderstanding?

Let's at least have a chat.

"call……"

Hearing You Yang say this, Chen Yuexi's sadness subsided slightly, but it was replaced by an even more intense anger.

She abruptly raised the five cards in her hand, which emanated a forbidden aura, and questioned them sharply:

"Then tell me! Where did you get these five cards from?!"

Upon hearing this, the members of the various families in Tian Shu City, who were already listening intently, immediately gasped in astonishment.

Many of them recognized the five legendary cards in Chen Yuexi's hand.

Combined with the brother and sister's heart-wrenching accusations, people immediately guessed the true identities of the two survivors in front of them.

It's truly bizarre that such a horrific event as "family annihilation" could still occur in modern society.

When this incident occurred, it immediately caused a huge uproar. Countless people wanted to find out the real reason behind it, but in the end, they all returned empty-handed.

The speed was too fast, the method was clean and efficient, and not a single clue could be found.

Unexpectedly, today, on these ruins where the gods descended, they heard such earth-shattering news!

At this moment, Ling Shiyao and Xie Wan'an also arrived.

When Ling Shiyao saw the grief-stricken brother and sister and the cards representing hatred in their hands, and then looked at her silent, emaciated father, the color drained from Ling Shiyao's face, turning her deathly pale.

Could it be... could it be that what the other party said is true?

She could comfort herself by summoning the Earthbound God before, at least her father's intentions were good, it was just that the process had gone wrong and there was no way to undo it.

But... if the Chen family tragedy was indeed committed by her own father, then she really didn't know how she could face the Chen siblings in front of her.

"Why……"

Ling Zhiyong let out a long sigh, his cloudy eyes sweeping over the cards in Chen Yuexi's hand.

"I have indeed heard about the Chen family's affairs."

"But whether you believe it or not, the Chen family's affairs have absolutely nothing to do with me."

"These five cards were seized from the leader of a dark organization many years ago when I ambushed them."

"On this point, Old Mo... can testify for me."

Hearing this, Mo Tieshan, who was also extremely old, slowly walked over. He glanced at Ling Zhiyong, and finally nodded heavily to the Chen siblings, confirming that what Ling Zhiyong said was true.

"Hmph! Talk is cheap! Why should we believe you!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Yuan, who had been suppressing his anger, immediately stepped forward and shouted sternly.

“Heh…” Ling Zhiyong let out a weak, cold laugh.

Whether you believe it or not is your business. Anyway, I have a clear conscience.

Ling Zhiyong has never had a good impression of these so-called scions of prominent families. He only explained things to them earlier because of his daughter.

As for the opinions of the Chen siblings, he really didn't care much.

After all, he was already a dying man who was about to enter his grave.

"dad!"

"It's better to say things out loud in front of everyone."

Just as the atmosphere froze again, Ling Shiyao and You Yang spoke almost simultaneously.

You Yang didn't want his friends to turn against each other, while Ling Shiyao desperately wanted to know the truth.

When he heard his daughter and You Yang speak at the same time, the cold indifference on Ling Zhiyong's face, which was as hard as rotten wood, finally softened.

One was his own daughter, and the other was his benefactor who helped him stop the gods and prevent a greater disaster from happening.

Moreover, it seems he has an ambiguous relationship with his daughter.

Once these two started talking, he could no longer remain silent.

Although he didn't really want more people to know the name of that organization.

Ling Zhiyong sighed again before slowly beginning his story.

"That organization is called the 'Xu Yan Society'."

"How could this be true?"

You Yang, Tian Dao Lian, and the others frowned simultaneously.

Upon hearing the name "Xu Yan Hui," Xie Wan'an's beautiful, always shrewd and calculating eyes narrowed slightly, a thoughtful expression flashing across them.

She seemed to have vaguely heard this name somewhere in some of the family's top-secret files.

“They are mysterious,” Ling Zhiyong’s voice was hoarse and heavy, as if he were telling an ancient and taboo legend.

"No one knows who they believe in, nor does anyone know what they are ultimately pursuing."

"The only thing that can be confirmed is that these madmen have an almost obsessive and insane pursuit of 'gods' or people and cards that are close to the power of gods."

"They'll do anything to gain power close to that of the gods! They're utterly inhuman!"

"elder sister!"

Before Ling Zhiyong could finish speaking, a clear voice, filled with endless dependence, suddenly rang out.

The girl in white who had been clinging tightly to You Yang's clothes had somehow broken free. She stumbled and fell at Ling Shiyao's feet, then hugged her leg tightly.

He tilted his delicate little face up and gazed at her longingly with his pure silver eyes.

"Shiqing...?"

Ling Shiyao's body stiffened abruptly. She lowered her head in disbelief, looking at the girl who had suddenly clung to her. "You...you still remember me?"

Her voice was filled with surprise and a slight, almost imperceptible tremor. She slowly knelt down, reached out, and gently stroked the girl's long, smooth hair, as white as snow.

However, the girl did not respond to her question, but instead affectionately rubbed her cheek against her palm, calling out again and again, stubbornly:

"Sister...Sister..."

Seeing this scene, both heartwarming and eerie, a complex expression appeared on Ling Zhiyong's aged face. He sighed heavily, as if all his strength had been drained, and continued: