157: Chapter 157 Chu Tianjiao: Brother-in-law, keep it up!

Meanwhile, inside the Undying Mountain.

A massive Void Water Mirror floated above the courtyard, clearly reflecting the scene on the Ji Family arena.

Chu Tianjiao sat beneath the ancient tea tree of enlightenment, holding a cup of enlightenment tea, his gaze fixed on the Void Water Mirror.

Xiao Nannan snuggled beside him, also watching that figure in the Void Water Mirror.

That was her brother.

Her brother after Reincarnation.

Willow Deity sat on the other side, wearing a green dress, her temperament cold and aloof. Her gaze also fell upon the Void Water Mirror, but her expression was calm, betraying no joy or anger.

It was rare for the Ancient Kirin Emperor not to be drinking tea; instead, he stood to the side, also watching the scene in the Void Water Mirror.

"That kid is about to fight the Four Poles Secret Realm," he said, his tone carrying a hint of anticipation, "Saint Body versus Divine Body, interesting."

Chu Tianjiao took a sip of tea, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his lips.

"This time, I don't know if Ye Fan can hold his own. That is the fourth heaven of the Four Poles Secret Realm, the Divine Body of the Eastern Wasteland."

His tone was relaxed, but his eyes held a trace of seriousness.

He naturally knew of Ye Fan's potential.

The Ancient Desolate Saint Body is invincible within the same Realm, and fighting across levels is not a problem. But Ji Haoyue is no ordinary opponent; he is the Divine Body of the Eastern Wasteland, the Saint whom the Ji Family has poured all their efforts into cultivating.

The gap of a major Realm is not so easily bridged.

Xiao Nannan leaned on his shoulder, her gaze fixed tightly on Ye Fan in the Void Water Mirror.

"Brother will definitely be able to do it."

Her voice was very soft, yet carried an unquestionable firmness.

That was her brother.

No matter how many times he undergoes Reincarnation, no matter what he becomes, he is still her brother.

She believes in him.

Chu Tianjiao looked down at her, his eyes full of tenderness.

He reached out and gently rubbed her head.

"Mm, I believe in him too."

Willow Deity watched all of this quietly, saying nothing.

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Ji Family arena.

The two stood in a standoff for a long time.

The night wind blew past, bringing with it waves of chill.

Ye Fan took a deep breath and was the first to move.

He did not rashly charge forward, but began to test the waters.

Golden fist radiance condensed, and he threw a punch, striking towards Ji Haoyue from a distance.

The fist radiance tore through the air, carrying a whistling wind, aiming straight for Ji Haoyue's face.

Ji Haoyue did not even move; he simply raised his hand and gave a gentle wave.

That fist radiance, which was enough to heavily injure the Dao Palace Realm, was casually swatted away by him.

Ye Fan's pupils constricted slightly.

Is this the power of the Four Poles Secret Realm?

Ji Haoyue looked at him and said indifferently:

"Ye Fan, stop testing. Go all out. Otherwise, you have no chance."

Ye Fan nodded.

He knew that what Ji Haoyue said was the truth.

Testing was meaningless.

The gap was too large.

Only by going all out would there be a glimmer of a chance.

Ye Fan took a deep breath, and the Saint blood within his body boiled completely.

Golden light surged from his body, enveloping him completely. His aura began to climb; despite his cultivation at the Dao Palace First Heaven, he exuded a pressure far exceeding the Dao Palace Realm.

Truly extraordinary.

Ye Fan clenched his fists, put strength into his legs, and shot towards Ji Haoyue like a bolt of golden lightning!

His speed was fast to the extreme; a thousand meters were covered in an instant!

He threw a punch!

The golden fist radiance illuminated the entire arena, carrying earth-shattering power as it slammed towards Ji Haoyue.

Ji Haoyue did not underestimate him this time.

He raised both hands, divine light flowing around his body, and met the attack with a palm.

"Boom——!!!"

Fist and palm collided, erupting with an earth-shattering roar!

The shockwave spread outwards with the two of them as the center; wherever it passed, the Formation runes on the arena flickered frantically, trying their best to maintain the stability of the arena.

Ye Fan was shaken back a dozen steps, leaving deep footprints on the arena with every step.

Ji Haoyue also retreated three steps.

A trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes.

The power of this punch far exceeded his imagination.

If Ye Fan were also in the Four Poles Secret Realm, this punch would be enough to heavily injure him.

Ye Fan steadied his figure and took a deep breath.

For this punch, he had used all his strength.

And yet Ji Haoyue had only retreated three steps.

The gap was too large.

But he did not lose heart.

He charged again!

One punch, two punches, three punches, ten punches, a hundred punches!

The golden fist radiance poured down like a rainstorm, attacking Ji Haoyue crazily!

Ji Haoyue no longer defended passively, but took the initiative to strike.

His palm techniques were like flowing water, each strike containing the power of his Divine Body, colliding with Ye Fan's fists.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang——!"

The dense sounds of collision were like thunder, resounding throughout the entire arena.

Ye Fan's fists smashed into Ji Haoyue's palms again and again, and Ji Haoyue's palms struck Ye Fan's fists again and again.

The two figures flickered crazily on the arena, fighting from east to west, from south to north.

Wherever they passed, deep footprints were stamped into the arena floor, the Formation runes flickered frantically, and the entire arena shook violently.

Ji Ziyue stood outside the arena, her hands tightly gripping the hem of her clothes, too nervous to speak.

She saw Ye Fan's fists begin to bleed, saw his aura begin to fluctuate, and saw his footsteps begin to stagger.

But he was still attacking.

Punch after punch, time after time.

In his eyes, there was not the slightest retreat, only an increasingly intense Battle Intent.

The moment the two exchanged blows, they went full throttle!

On the arena, two completely different auras were colliding madly.

Ye Fan was bathed in blood; golden Saint blood and red mortal blood were intertwined, dyeing him completely in the color of blood. His fists were already mangled, and the sound of finger bones shattering could be clearly heard with every punch, yet he still did not stop.

Ji Haoyue was having a hard time too.

His white robe had been torn to shreds, revealing his battle-scarred body underneath. Ye Fan's fists were too heavy; every time they landed on him, it felt like being struck by an ancient Vicious Beast.

Blood was spilling from the corner of his mouth, at least three of his ribs were broken, and his Divine Body was enduring an unprecedented impact.

But neither of them retreated.

This was a battle between men.

No reasons needed, no excuses needed.

Only one stands, and one falls.

"Ye Fan! Come again!"

Ji Haoyue roared, divine light surging around him as he struck out with a palm, carrying the full power of the fourth heaven of the Four Poles Secret Realm. Wherever the palm wind passed, the Void Realm trembled, the Formation runes on the arena flickered frantically, trying their best to maintain the stability of the arena.

Ye Fan did not dodge.

He gritted his teeth and met the attack.

He threw a punch!

The golden fist radiance collided with the divine light palm print!

"Boom——!!!"

The loud noise shook the heavens and the earth, and the shockwave spread outwards with the two of them as the center. The ground outside the arena was lifted layer by layer, gravel splashed, and dust flew. Those Formation runes that reinforced the arena exploded one after another, and the entire arena shook violently.

Ye Fan was shaken back a dozen steps, leaving deep footprints on the arena with every step, the edges of the footprints covered in dense cracks. He steadied himself, panting heavily, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth and dripping onto the arena.

Ji Haoyue also retreated several steps, his chest heaving violently. His hands were trembling, the webbing between his thumb and index finger had split open, and blood dripped down between his fingers. He looked at the blood-soaked youth opposite him, his eyes filled with shock.

This youth was clearly only at the Dao Palace First Heaven.

Clearly a full major Realm and four minor Realms lower than him.

Yet was able to fight him to this extent.

What kind of monster is this?

Ji Haoyue took a deep breath, suppressing his surging blood Qi. He knew he couldn't keep fighting like this. Ye Fan's Physical Body was too strong, and the recovery ability of the Saint Body was too monstrous. If this close-quarters combat continued, even if he were in the Four Poles Secret Realm, he would be exhausted to death.

He had to use his Phenomenon.