At this moment, in the mercenary center hall of the Galactic, the sound of commotion echoed. "No, we must rescue Tang Zhong. He diverted the Beast Tide to save me; I can’t let him die!" Omi shouted. Beside her was a large group of people, including Thunder Huoyang, Medieli, and other executives! Thunder stepped forward and said, "Omi, don’t dwell on it. Tang Zhong is dead. You must realize that any individual facing that many Demon Beasts would be utterly devoured!" "Get away!" Omi shouted, "You’re the one who knocked me out and brought me back here! I hate you!" Upon hearing this, Thunder clenched his fist, not anticipating that this girl, who always stood by his side, would speak such words to him. "Omi!" Thunder still aimed to speak, but was quickly met with Omi’s refusal, "I don’t want to see you; I’m going to the Dark Universe to find Brother Tang!" She firmly believed that if she had stayed there, she could have rescued Tang Zhong. Thunder stopped speaking, his hatred towards Tang Zhong increasingly growing. He initially considered finding Tang Zhong’s family, exterminating them, and killing everyone on that planet. Now he wished to immediately destroy those related to that guy. Omi couldn’t hold back any longer and intended to dash out of the mercenary center but was blocked by Medieli. "Princess, you cannot go!" Medieli said. She was a woman, and seeing Omi in such urgency, she was curious about who this Tang Zhong was to make a woman care for a man . Who was he? "Are you trying to stop me?" Omi shouted. "No, I’m merely worried the Princess might get hurt!" Medieli responded. "If I continue to stay here, I will surely be hurt!" Omi said, "Move aside!" Despite Medieli being the strongest at the mercenary center, she couldn’t block the Princess; however, stepping back risked an accident if the Princess went out. Blocking was also impossible. In her dilemma, suddenly. A voice came from outside. "Omi!" a deep voice resonated. It was a youth’s voice; from the entrance, walked in a young man clad in black robe, appearing around twenty-five years old, donned in armor, holding a dignified presence. Seeing the visitor, Omi stopped in place and exclaimed, "Brother!" "Mm!" The visitor was indeed Omi’s brother, Oro Tian. "Sister, come back with me!" Oro Tian spoke. "I’m not returning!" Omi promptly yelled, "I’m going to find Tang Zhong; he diverted the Demon Beasts in the Dark Universe to save me and hasn’t returned yet!" "A person with unknown background, dead is dead. He died saving you; he should feel honored. My sister, come back with me, Mother and Father are waiting for you. You went out without informing anyone and encountered such danger; they’re almost worried to death... Don’t argue anymore, you have no choice here!" Oro Tian coldly stated. Under the black robe were a pair of blue eyes, his gaze indifferent. Omi wanted to speak but after glancing at her brother, could only mutter softly. "Come with me!" Oro Tian said. He walked ahead, and Omi followed silently with her head lowered. Her brother was the most powerful genius in the Galactic, a student at Cosmic University, also the future Lord of Galactic. Moreover, her brother was exceptionally aloof; she dared not rebel. Yet, she was truly worried about Tang Zhong. Everyone present watched as Oro Tian led Omi out. After all, almost everyone recognized Oro Tian’s demeanor and knew what kind of formidable person he was. Thunder and Huoyang hung their heads; they hadn’t expected Oro Tian to come fetch Omi, both quivering with fear. Provoking him was akin to courting death. They knew Oro Tian cherished Omi dearly; if he found out they took Omi out, he would surely punish them. Now, they rejoiced secretly as Oro Tian ignored them. Just then, as Oro Tian reached the mercenary center’s entrance, he turned back and squinted at Thunder and Huoyang coldly, "This time Omi is unharmed, so I won’t concern myself with you two. If there’s a next time, let the Black Dragon Family and Mie Luo Family collect your corpses!" Black Dragon was Thunder’s family, while Mie Luo was Huoyang’s family. Upon hearing this, the two were terrified, kneeling on the ground with cold sweat drenching their foreheads. "Never again, definitely no next time!" If Oro Tian truly enraged wanted to kill them, no one could save them, not even their families. Watching Oro Tian lead Omi out the door, Thunder and Huoyang could finally sigh in relief. At this moment, members of the Thunder Family entered from the entrance, having hesitated earlier due to Oro Tian’s presence. "Young Master, we’re here. Are you alright?" A senior steward from the Thunder Family asked. "Let’s leave then!" The steward suggested. "Okay!" Thunder nodded, suddenly recalling a matter. To eliminate Tang Zhong and his family as soon as possible: "Go to the Galactic citizens’ center and investigate someone named Tang Zhong, find out which family, planet he belongs to, I want it all!" "Understood!" The steward replied, "This person angered you, Young Master?" "Angered? I want to skin him!" Thunder said through clenched teeth. "Understood!" The steward grasped his intention. The mercenary center saw ships arriving and departing. All were ships coming from the Galactic center! Omi stood aboard the ship, looking at the Dark Universe entrance surrounded by the layers of the Galactic Guard. Her heart was filled with words left unsaid; she truly wanted to rescue Tang Zhong, but now, she lacked the capability to do so. "Brother Tang, you died saving me, yet I can do nothing for you; I’m so sorry!" Oro Tian spoke from behind Omi, "Omi, remember, regardless of what you face this time, I can only tell you, you are a noble Princess. Someone saved you, you don’t need to harbor any emotions because aside from our Kroll family, anyone else is trash, understood?" Omi was left speechless, her brother always this way, disregarding others. At this moment, she could only gaze distantly at the Dark Universe entrance, watching it gradually fade away. The entire universe’s mercenary center began to calm down after Omi and her company left, as if nothing had ever happened. Because for some, death truly felt as light as a feather!