154: Chapter 154 Ancient Sacred Body VS Eastern Wilderness Divine Body

Ye Fan listened, a speechless expression appearing on his face.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't slander people."

He waved his hands hastily, looking completely innocent.

"Let's be clear, back then it was your sister who started it, I only retaliated. And I didn't do anything to your sister, I just subdued her to keep her quiet for a while. I'm not taking the blame for this."

"As for me entering the Ji Family..." Ye Fan took a deep breath and said frankly, "I can only say that I have no ill intentions toward the Ji Family. I just purely wanted to come and investigate something."

Ji Haoyue did not speak, just watched him quietly.

Seeing he didn't believe him, Ye Fan didn't bother to explain further and changed the subject:

"Since you want to avenge your sister, how about we have a fight?"

Ji Haoyue raised an eyebrow slightly.

Ye Fan continued: "I am in the Dao Palace Realm, let's fight at the same Realm. The dignified Holy Son of the Ji Family, the Divine Body of the Eastern Wasteland, surely wouldn't use the Four Poles Secret Realm to fight me, who is in the Dao Palace?"

His tone carried a trace of provocation and a hint of a challenge.

Upon hearing this, Ji Ziyue immediately became anxious.

"Brother, don't listen to him!"

She hurriedly ran to Ji Haoyue's side and grabbed his sleeve.

"He definitely has an ulterior motive, don't fight him!"

Although she had only spent a day with Ye Fan back then, she understood this guy's personality. Ye Fan was definitely not the type to take a loss; if he dared to propose a fight at the same Realm, he must be confident!

Ji Haoyue looked down at his sister, a trace of a smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.

"Ziyue, are you saying that Brother can't beat someone in the Dao Palace?"

"This..." Ji Ziyue was at a loss for words, "It's not like that... Anyway, Brother, don't fight him, he definitely has bad intentions!"

She turned her head and glared at Ye Fan.

"Ye Fan! I'm warning you, don't you dare mess around!"

Ye Fan looked at her appearance of being eager to protect her brother and couldn't help but laugh.

"What did I do? I'm just requesting a fight at the same level. Could it be that your brother can't beat me?"

"Nonsense!" Ji Ziyue put her hands on her hips and retorted angrily, "Brother will never lose to you!"

She turned around and looked at Ji Haoyue with a face full of admiration.

"Brother is the number one Prodigy of the Eastern Wasteland, the Divine Body of the Eastern Wasteland, and even a powerhouse at the Fourth Heaven of the Four Poles! Even if he suppresses his cultivation to the Dao Palace, you still can't beat him!"

These words were very pleasing to Ji Haoyue.

His sister believed in him so much, and as her brother, he naturally had to perform well. Moreover, he really wanted to see just how much this youth, who had been on his sister's mind for a year, was really worth.

He nodded and patted Ji Ziyue on the shoulder.

"That's right. Ziyue is right."

He looked at Ye Fan with a hint of a smile in his eyes.

"Since you want to fight so much, then I will grant your wish."

Upon hearing this, Ji Ziyue became even more anxious.

"Brother!"

Ji Haoyue looked at her, his tone gentle but unquestionable.

"Ziyue, step back. Let Brother avenge you."

Ji Ziyue opened her mouth, wanting to say something else, but seeing the confidence in her brother's eyes, she swallowed her words back. She turned to look at Ye Fan, meeting his half-smiling gaze, and stomped her feet in anger.

"Then, Brother, you must be careful!"

After speaking, she leaped off the arena, landed on a stone pillar not far away, crossed her arms, and stared nervously at the stage.

On the arena, only Ye Fan and Ji Haoyue were left, standing opposite each other.

The night wind blew past, making their robes flutter and snap.

Ye Fan stretched his muscles and bones, twisted his neck, and clenched and unclenched his fists. This was his first time fighting a Prodigy of the same level, and he was both excited and expectant.

He didn't know how strong his current strength was.

The Ancient Desolate Saint Body, this legendary Physique—just how much potential it had, he hadn't truly tested yet. Previously at Lingxu Cave-Heaven, those opponents were too weak to test his limits. Later on the road here, although he had encountered some battles, they were all with the help of Little Gold, so he hadn't truly fought with his life on the line.

Now, there was finally a suitable opponent.

Ji Haoyue, the Divine Body of the Eastern Wasteland, Holy Son of the Ji Family, a powerhouse of the Four Poles Secret Realm. Although he would suppress his cultivation to the Dao Palace Realm, his combat experience, his comprehension of the Law, and his understanding of Martial Skills were all incomparable to a Cultivator in the Dao Palace Realm.

This was an excellent touchstone.

Ye Fan took a deep breath, and Battle Intent ignited in his eyes.

And opposite him, Ji Haoyue was also stretching his muscles and bones.

He looked at Ye Fan, not taking him too seriously in his heart.

Just the Dao Palace Realm.

Even if suppressed to the same Realm, he had absolute self-confidence. His combat experience, his Divine Body talent, and his attainments in Martial Skills were not something that a lowly Dao Palace Realm Loose Cultivator could compare to.

Moreover, he still had his Divine Body phenomenon.

If he really couldn't win, he could just activate his phenomenon.

Ji Haoyue thought this, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

Ye Fan nodded.

"Come on."

The two simultaneously took on combat stances.

The next moment—

Ye Fan moved.

His speed was extreme, like a golden bolt of lightning, instantly crossing the distance between the two!

Ji Haoyue's pupils constricted.

So fast!

He instinctively wanted to dodge, but his body's reaction couldn't keep up with his thoughts. Ye Fan's fist had already appeared in front of him, the golden fist light illuminating his field of vision.

"Bang—!"

A punch landed solidly on Ji Haoyue's chest.

Ji Haoyue's entire body felt as if it had been hit by an ancient Vicious Beast, and he flew backward uncontrollably. His feet plowed two deep ravines into the arena, flying backward for dozens of feet, before finally crashing into a stone pillar at the edge of the arena with a "boom."

The stone pillar snapped in response, and rock fragments splattered everywhere.

Ji Haoyue slid down from the rubble, kneeling on one knee, one hand supporting himself on the ground, the other clutching his chest.

"Cough, cough..."

He coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood, the bright red blood dripping onto the arena.

The entire arena was deathly silent.

Ji Ziyue stood in the distance, her hands covering her small mouth, her eyes wide, her face full of disbelief.

Her brother, the Divine Body of the Eastern Wasteland, the Holy Son of the Ji Family, a powerhouse of the Four Poles Secret Realm—was knocked flying by one punch from Ye Fan?

And he even spat blood?

Ye Fan was also stunned.

He stood in place, looked at his own fist, then looked at Ji Haoyue kneeling on one knee in the distance, his face full of surprise.

It... hit him just like that?

He had just sprinted with all his might and thrown a punch with all his might, not thinking too much. He had assumed Ji Haoyue would be able to react, or at least block it, but he hadn't expected the other party to not react at all and take the punch squarely.

And the power of this punch seemed a bit too much?

Ye Fan looked at his own fist, then looked at the blood-spitting Ji Haoyue in the distance, a thought surging in his heart:

This Divine Body of the Eastern Wasteland doesn't seem to be able to take much of a beating, does it?

On the arena, Ji Haoyue slowly stood up.

He wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked down at the fist mark on his chest. That fist mark was deep enough to see bone, and golden fist light still lingered at the wound, continuously eroding his flesh.

His expression became incomparably grave.

Looking up at Ye Fan, the contempt in his eyes was gone, replaced by an unprecedented seriousness.

He was very certain that Ye Fan was indeed in the Dao Palace Realm.

And only the Dao Palace First Heaven.

But the power of that punch was far beyond his imagination.

That instantaneous speed, the purity of that power—this was definitely not something an ordinary Dao Palace Realm Cultivator could possess.

Ji Haoyue took a deep breath, suppressing the surging Qi and blood.

"I underestimated you."

He spoke, his voice deep and grave.

"From now on, I will treat this seriously and will not relax even a little."

He stood up straight, and the Qi around his body began to climb.

"You are strong. I acknowledge your strength."