159: Chapter 159 Ye Fan and Ji Haoyue are evenly matched

Who exactly is this youth?

Clearly only at the Dao Palace First Heaven of cultivation, yet capable of fighting him to this extent.

Clearly without any divine arts, relying only on a pair of fists, yet able to block his attacks time and time again.

Clearly suppressed by him by a whole major Realm, yet never fell down.

"Ye Fan."

Ji Haoyue spoke, his voice hoarse.

"What exactly... is your Physique?"

He did not guess that it was the Ancient Desolate Saint Body.

Although the Ji Family's ancient texts had recorded such a Physique, that was too long ago, so long ago that no one believed the Ancient Desolate Saint Body could still appear in this era.

He only knew that this youth's Physique was stronger than his own God Physique.

Ye Fan looked at him and was silent for a moment.

Then, he spoke.

"Ancient Desolate Saint Body."

His voice was very soft, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.

Ji Haoyue's pupils contracted sharply.

Ancient Desolate Saint Body?

That legendary Physique?

That Physique that was once invincible in the world during the ancient era?

He stared blankly at Ye Fan, unable to say anything for a moment.

No wonder.

No wonder his phenomenon was suppressed.

No wonder his God Physique had no advantage in front of this youth.

No wonder someone at the Dao Palace First Heaven could fight him to this extent.

Because it was the Ancient Desolate Saint Body.

That was an existence that even a God Physique had to look up to.

Ji Haoyue fell silent.

At the edge of the arena, those Elders heard Ye Fan's words and also fell silent.

They had long guessed it, but hearing this youth admit it himself, the impact was still indescribable.

Ancient Desolate Saint Body.

In this era, there really is still an Ancient Desolate Saint Body.

The Holy Lord of the Ji Family looked at Ye Fan, a flash of complexity in his eyes.

If this youth were to grow up, what would he be like?

He dared not imagine.

Ji Yanzhi looked at his son, his heart full of heartache.

He knew his son's feelings must be very complicated right now.

Facing the Ancient Desolate Saint Body, that natural suppression, that insurmountable gap—what kind of blow was it to his proud son?

On the arena, Ji Haoyue was silent for a long time.

Then, he raised his head and looked at Ye Fan.

In his eyes, the previous shock and confusion were gone, replaced by a deep determination.

"Ancient Desolate Saint Body..."

He murmured, then the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

"So that's how it is."

He took a deep breath, and his aura climbed once again.

"Then let me see just how strong the legendary Ancient Desolate Saint Body really is!"

Behind him, that bright moon lit up again.

This time, the moonlight was brighter and more dazzling than before.

That was the result of him pouring all his strength into it, power exchanged by burning his Origin.

"Ye Fan! Come again!"

Ji Haoyue roared, driving the bright moon to suppress Ye Fan!

Ye Fan looked at him, and Battle Intent also ignited in his eyes.

He clenched his fists, concentrating the last of his power into them.

Behind him, that golden phantom appeared again.

This time, the phantom was more solid and clearer than before.

It was a human figure, standing above a golden Bitter Sea, overlooking the world beneath its feet.

"Come!"

Ye Fan roared and rushed towards that bright moon!

Golden fist light and white moonlight collided fiercely above the arena!

"Boom—!!!"

That loud noise shook the heavens and the earth.

The entire arena trembled violently; the Formation runes on the arena exploded one after another, and dense cracks began to appear on the surface of the arena.

The shockwave spread outwards, and those Dragon Transformation Realm experts standing at the edge of the arena were shaken back repeatedly.

And those Disciples with lower cultivation were shaken until their faces turned pale; some even collapsed directly to the ground.

Smoke and dust filled the air, blocking everyone's vision.

At the edge of the arena, everyone was waiting nervously.

Ji Ziyue gripped her hem tightly with both hands, her knuckles turning white.

Her lips were trembling, her eyes were red, but she bit her teeth hard, not letting herself make a sound.

Ji Yanzhi stood beside her, one hand gently placed on his daughter's shoulder, without speaking.

But his gaze was also fixed tightly on that cloud of smoke and dust.

The Holy Lord of the Ji Family stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm, but a trace of nervousness flashed in his eyes.

The smoke and dust gradually dissipated.

On the arena, two figures were still standing.

Ye Fan was covered in blood, his body swaying and on the verge of collapsing.

His fists could no longer be recognized, his legs were trembling, and his consciousness had begun to blur.

But he did not fall; he still stood, looking at Ji Haoyue opposite him.

Ji Haoyue was also covered in wounds, gasping for breath.

His phenomenon had dissipated, his divine arts were exhausted, and his strength was overdrawn.

But he did not fall either.

The two looked at each other.

Neither spoke.

The night wind blew, and the flags on the arena rustled.

The two stood like this, motionless.

For a long time, Ji Haoyue spoke.

"Ye Fan."

His voice was hoarse, but carried an unprecedented solemnity.

"You are strong."

Ye Fan did not speak, just looked at him.

Ji Haoyue's mouth lifted slightly.

"How about we count this battle as a draw?"

Ye Fan was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

"Good."

Ji Haoyue nodded, then his body went limp, and he fell backward.

"Brother!"

Ji Ziyue exclaimed and rushed onto the arena.

Ji Yanzhi also rushed up and caught his son.

Ye Fan looked at them, wanting to say something, but found he had no strength left.

His vision went black, and his body tilted forward.

With a "bang," he fell heavily onto the arena.

Before his consciousness faded, he vaguely heard Ji Ziyue's shouting:

"Quick! Quick, save him! He's still alive! Quick!"

Then, he knew nothing more.

"Ye Fan!"

Zhou Ming also rushed up.

Although he had not known Ye Fan for long, having come this far, the two could be considered to have some friendship.

Seeing Ye Fan lying on the arena covered in blood, he was also very anxious.

Just as everyone was in a flurry, an old voice sounded.

"All step aside."

A white-haired old man walked out of the crowd.

His figure was thin and withered, looking like a candle in the wind, but those eyes were astonishingly bright.

His body emitted a faint glow, the aura of the Immortal Bridge Secret Realm.

The Ji Family's old retainer, an expert at the Peak of the Dragon Transformation Realm.

Everyone hurriedly made way.

The old man walked to Ji Haoyue's side, his withered palm pressing against his chest.

A gentle light poured from his palm into Ji Haoyue's body.

A moment later, he withdrew his hand and walked to Ye Fan's side, similarly reaching out to examine him.

After a few breaths, the old man stood up and bowed slightly to the Holy Lord of the Ji Family.

"Holy Lord, both children are fine. They are just exhausted; they will be fine after resting for a few days."

The Holy Lord of the Ji Family nodded, his expression softening slightly.

"Thank you for your trouble, retainer."

The old man waved his hand and stepped aside.

Hearing that her brother was fine, the hanging heart of Ji Ziyue finally relaxed.

She crouched beside her brother, looking at his pale face, her eyes red, but she held back from crying.

She glanced at Ye Fan beside her.

That guy, covered in blood, his fists smashed, yet he stubbornly fought to the end with her brother.

Ji Ziyue bit her lower lip, an indescribable emotion welling up in her heart.

This annoying guy isn't actually that annoying.

"Come, take the Young Master and this young friend to rest."

The Holy Lord of the Ji Family ordered.

Several servants hurriedly stepped forward, preparing to carry Ji Haoyue and Ye Fan away.

Just then—