158: Chapter 158 The Ji Family Shaken!

He had to use his phenomenon.

He closed his eyes, then snapped them open.

In that instant, a bright moon slowly rose behind him.

The bright moon was flawless and pure, emitting a cold and sacred radiance. The moonlight spilled down, shrouding the entire arena. Every ray of moonlight was like a sharp blade, slicing through the air, slicing through the Void Realm, and slicing through everything that dared to approach.

The Bright Moon Rising Over the Sea.

The phenomenon of the Divine Body of the Eastern Wasteland.

It was also Ji Haoyue's strongest trump card.

The moment the bright moon rose, the entire Ji Family was alarmed.

Countless Disciples looked up and saw a giant phantom of a bright moon suspended above the Ji Family, emitting a terrifying pressure. The moonlight was too dazzling, too sacred, causing everyone to instinctively hold their breath.

"That is... Young Master Haoyue's phenomenon!"

"The Bright Moon Rising Over the Sea! It is Young Master Haoyue's Bright Moon Rising Over the Sea!"

"Heavens, who is Young Master Haoyue fighting? He was actually forced to use his phenomenon?"

Countless gasps of shock rang out across the Ji Family. Those Disciples stopped what they were doing and rushed toward the direction of the arena. They wanted to know who could force the Holy Son of the Ji Family to such an extent.

And just then, something even more astonishing happened.

Above that bright moon, another phantom suddenly appeared.

The phantom was very blurry; it was impossible to see exactly what it was. One could only vaguely see a golden outline, looking like a person, yet also like a deity, or perhaps an emperor overlooking all living beings.

The moment that phantom appeared, the radiance of the bright moon was suppressed.

It was not opposition, not a collision, but—suppression.

That suppression was natural, instinctive, and impossible to resist.

It was like natural enemies meeting, like fire encountering water.

Before the golden phantom, the cold radiance of the bright moon was like encountering its nemesis, being suppressed inch by inch, retreating inch by inch.

"What is that?"

"How is this possible?! Young Master Haoyue's phenomenon has been suppressed?"

"What is that golden phantom? Why can it suppress the Divine Body's phenomenon?!"

Countless Disciples were too shocked to speak. They had never seen such a bizarre scene. The phenomenon of the Divine Body of the Eastern Wasteland was nearly invincible within the same Realm; how could it be suppressed by someone?

And those Elders with higher cultivation bases had their expressions change the instant they saw that golden phantom. They had lived for long ages and seen too many Physiques, but there was only one that could suppress the Divine Body's phenomenon like this.

"That is... the phenomenon of the Ancient Desolate Saint Body?"

"That's right, it is the Ancient Desolate Saint Body. Only the Ancient Desolate Saint Body can suppress the Divine Body's phenomenon like this."

"But hasn't the Ancient Desolate Saint Body been unable to cultivate for a long time? How could a Saint Body appear in this era?"

The Elders' expressions became extremely grave. They looked at the blood-soaked youth on the arena, their eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

"Go! Let's go see!"

An Elder moved first, flying toward the direction of the arena.

Other Elders followed closely behind.

Deep within the Ji Family, in a grand hall, the Holy Lord of the Ji Family also opened his eyes.

He sensed the aura of that golden phantom.

That aura was too unique, so unique that he could not ignore it at all.

"The Ancient Desolate Saint Body..."

He murmured, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

Then, he stood up, took a step, and vanished from where he stood.

At the same moment, in another courtyard of the Ji Family, a middle-aged man also stood up abruptly.

Ji Yanzhi.

Ji Haoyue's father.

He sensed his son's aura. That aura was chaotic, rapid, and carried a kind of madness he had never seen before.

"Haoyue..."

He whispered, then soared into the sky, speeding toward the direction of the arena.

—

Outside the arena, more and more people had gathered.

Those Disciples stood far away, not daring to approach. The aftermath produced by the collision of those two phenomena was too terrifying; just a sliver of the scattered power made them feel breathless, their Divine Soul trembling.

Only experts above the Dragon Transformation Realm could stand steadily at the edge of the arena and see the situation inside clearly.

And when they saw the scene on the arena clearly, everyone was stunned.

On the arena, two youths were fighting frantically.

One was Ji Haoyue, the Divine Body of the Eastern Wasteland, at the Four Poles Secret Realm Fourth Heaven.

The other was an unfamiliar youth, covered in blood, his face unclear. His cultivation was only at the Dao Palace First Heaven.

Yet he was actually able to fight Ji Haoyue to a draw!

No, it was not just a draw.

He even vaguely held the upper hand!

That golden phantom suppressed Ji Haoyue's bright moon phenomenon, making it impossible for the Divine Body's phenomenon to unleash its full power. As for the youth himself, he was like a humanoid Vicious Beast, punching toward Ji Haoyue again and again, every punch causing the entire arena to tremble.

"This... how is this possible?"

"Dao Palace First Heaven, fighting against the Four Poles Secret Realm Fourth Heaven? How is this done?"

"What exactly is that youth's Physique? Why can it suppress the Divine Body's phenomenon?"

Countless gasps of shock rang out in the crowd. Those Elders looked at each other, all seeing disbelief in each other's eyes.

The Holy Lord of the Ji Family landed at the edge of the arena, his gaze locked tightly onto Ye Fan.

A flash of complexity crossed his eyes.

The Ancient Desolate Saint Body.

In this era, an Ancient Desolate Saint Body had actually been born.

And, it was so young, so powerful.

Ji Yanzhi also landed at the edge of the arena.

His gaze fell on his son first, looking at his injury-riddled state, and an indescribable feeling welled up in his heart.

He had watched his son grow up.

He knew that child's personality.

Proud, arrogant, viewing himself as the number one person of the younger generation in the Eastern Wasteland.

Such a son, forced to use his full power against a youth in the Dao Palace Realm, even forced to rely on a higher Realm to barely contend—his heart must be feeling very bitter.

But as the Holy Son of the Ji Family, he could not lose.

The four words "Holy Son of the Ji Family" were a glory, but also a shackle.

It gave Ji Haoyue supreme status and resources, but also the responsibility he had to defend.

Ji Yanzhi looked at his son and sighed softly.

The Holy Lord of the Ji Family heard his sigh but said nothing. He just watched the two people on the arena quietly, watching that battle that belonged to men.

—

On the arena, Ji Haoyue had already given his all.

His phenomenon was suppressed, but his will to fight had not weakened in the slightest. He unleashed the divine technique passed down through generations of the Ji Family—the God King Regeneration Technique—allowing the injuries on his body to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye. He stepped on the God King Sky-Striding Steps, his figure flickering across the arena, leaving afterimages with every movement. He activated the Heaven Calculation Divine Technique, deducing every one of Ye Fan's attacks, predicting in advance, dodging in advance.

Not only that, he also used a secret technique from the "Void Scripture".

Void Great Hand Seal!

He struck out with a palm; the palm print became substantial, carrying the power of the Void Realm, and crushed toward Ye Fan. Wherever the palm print passed, space twisted, and the air exploded.

Ye Fan looked at the palm print that blotted out the sky and did not dodge.

He clenched his fist, condensing all the remaining power in his body into this one punch.

A golden fist radiance soared into the sky, colliding fiercely with that Void Great Hand Seal!

"Boom—!!!"

A loud noise shook the heavens; the arena trembled violently, and countless Formation runes exploded simultaneously. The shockwave spread in all directions, and those experts of the Dragon Transformation Realm standing at the edge of the arena could not help but take a step back.

The dust and smoke dissipated.

Ye Fan stood on the arena, covered in blood, his body swaying and on the verge of collapsing. His fist could no longer be recognized; it was a bloody mess, with white bone visible. But he still stood there, still looking at Ji Haoyue opposite him.

Ji Haoyue was also covered in wounds, gasping for air heavily.

He looked at Ye Fan, his eyes filled with shock.