Chapter 155: I’ll Beat You into the Eighteenth Level of Hell
Ji Ren appeared aged, but when he moved, he struck like thunder—swift and fierce, lunging directly in for the kill. Ye Fan stepped with a mysterious footwork and turned to flee; this old steward was far beyond what he could contend with.
Ji Ren was terrifying. He ascended into the air in one step, then stamped downward, causing the sky to tremble. His figure seemed hunched, but at this moment, his power was startling. His foot enlarged, several meters long, and stomped down heavily.
*Boom*
Ye Fan was shocked and quickly dodged aside. That massive foot slammed into the ground with a thunderous roar, sending cracks spreading in all directions as the surface shattered.
“You can’t escape!”
Old Steward Ji Ren swung his palm downward, slapping like a millstone-sized hand, rumbling as it descended.
“You old wolf in sheep’s clothing…” Ye Fan gritted his teeth, shifted direction, and charged outward.
*Hong*
That massive hand struck the void, causing the air to churn violently like a thunderstorm, nearly flinging Ye Fan away.
One could imagine how terrifying this old steward was. Even a missed palm strike carried such fearsome momentum.
“I’ll arrange your funeral affairs.”
“You old bastard with hair almost gone, better arrange your own funeral!” Ye Fan dashed into the distance. His speed was not slow, but he found he couldn’t escape this area.
A mysterious force was flowing. Light shimmered on the ground, blocking his steps. Even when he rushed into the sky, he was still confined here. This patch of heaven and earth was like a cage, sealed off by someone—he simply couldn’t break out!
“You won’t get away.” Old Steward Ji Ren’s expression was cold, his back hunched, as he said, “I’ll give you a quick death. Every year, I’ll burn some paper money for you and pour some wine.”
He formed his fingers into a blade and slashed downward. A burst of fire erupted, like a flaming divine sword, blazing brilliantly, covering the sky. Divine flames leaped and burned fiercely.
Ye Fan barely escaped, dodging the descending flame blade.
The scorching heat immediately set the area behind him ablaze. In an instant, the ground was charred, all vegetation turned to ash, and the red earth was burned into gleaming porcelain.
“Repaying kindness with enmity!” Ye Fan gritted his teeth at Ji Ren but hated Ji Hui, the elder of the Ji Family, even more. “You heartless old hag—if I escape, you’ll pay dearly!”
“Words are useless now. Blame yourself for learning the secret arts recorded in the Void Ancient Scripture. Even many direct descendants of the Ji Family have no chance to cultivate them, let alone an insignificant outsider like you.”
Ji Ren extended his large hand. His five fingers hooked like heavenly talons, emitting a blue-purple glow with thunder rumbling, reaching for Ye Fan’s crown.
*Crack*
Several bolts of purple lightning coiled around his fingers, like dragons and snakes entwining, distorting the void as they arrived in an instant.
Ye Fan’s heart tightened. He directly deployed the Grand Void Art, transforming into a wisp of black smoke, darting through the space.
*Crack*
The purple lightning was indeed extraordinary. The first bolt struck the ground, blasting a bucket-wide hole, bottomless, with wisps of green smoke rising.
“So you’ve mastered the Grand Void Art. You must die!” Ji Ren’s eyes gleamed coldly. Several bolts of lightning shot out simultaneously, purple arcs tearing through the void.
*Dang*
A deafening crash rang out. A copper plaque appeared in Ye Fan’s hand, trembling violently, absorbing the lightning bolts. It was the Great Thunderclap Monastery copper plaque.
This plaque was half-ruined and couldn’t unleash any power, but after much study, Ye Fan had discovered it could absorb lightning and sound-wave attacks—quite peculiar.
“This won’t work!” Ye Fan put away the copper plaque, feeling too passive. For him, Ji Ren’s cultivation was unfathomable; he couldn’t clash head-on.
Old Steward Ji Ren pressed downward, saying calmly, “Young man, why bother? Struggling is useless, only bringing pain. I want to give you a quick end—don’t make a mistake.”
Though his words were gentle, every step carried killing intent. He opened his mouth and spat out a cloud of demonic mist. The sky seemed to churn like a tidal wave, rumbling as it surged toward Ye Fan.
Ye Fan was horrified. This old bastard was too powerful—his breath was like thunder, vast as the sea. Ye Fan shot into the air and asked, “What trick did you pull? How did you seal this space?”
“I have a precious artifact—the Grand Net of Heaven. Once deployed, it encompasses heaven and earth. With your strength, you can’t break it.” Ji Ren’s face was expressionless, his aged features unruffled.
“How did you find me?” Ye Fan asked again.
“Miss Zi Yue secretly gave you that jade pendant. We noticed long ago. Did you think erasing the mark would shake off pursuit? I’ve been following you from the start. But your speed is indeed too fast—only today did I track you down again.”
“Fine, fine, fine. Now I know your true nature. Ji Hui, you dead old hag! Ji Ren, you dog slave…”
Ji Ren struck like a ghost, saying coldly, “Time’s almost up. You should be on your way!”
*Weng*
The sky trembled. A massive black hand materialized, surrounded by rolling black clouds, exuding a heart-stopping aura. It was the Ji Family’s Void Great Hand Seal.
Ji Ren was nominally a steward, just an old servant, yet he had mastered this secret art—clearly, his status was unusual.
The Void Great Hand Seal was domineering, its power unparalleled. Pitch-black, blotting out the sky, it slammed heavily toward Ye Fan!
He couldn’t even dodge. This was a supreme secret art recorded in the Void Ancient Scripture, terrifying beyond measure. The black hand covered the heavens, sealing him completely below.
“In your next life, be born into an ordinary family and avoid such trouble…” Old Steward Ji Ren’s voice was low, cold and merciless, echoing in the sky.
*Chi*
Ye Fan took out the Purple Bronze Bagua Mirror, emitting a blazing beam of light, shining it at the hand in the sky. At the same time, he retrieved the Heaven-Encompassing Umbrella and held it above.
But the light from the Purple Bronze Bagua Mirror couldn’t stop the Void Great Hand Seal.
*Pa*
The black hand, blotting out the sky, slammed heavily onto the Heaven-Encompassing Umbrella. With a crisp *crack*, cracks appeared on the umbrella’s surface, and Ye Fan’s body was sent flying sideways.
Ji Ren said no more and unleashed the Void Great Hand Seal again, striking at Ye Fan.
The hand was like a dark cloud, emitting a terrifying, heart-shaking fluctuation, pressing down like a mountain.
*Pa*
The Heaven-Encompassing Umbrella, formidable as it was, couldn’t withstand the Void Great Hand Seal. After another heavy blow, it shattered into pieces.
The Heaven-Encompassing Umbrella was broken!
Ye Fan spat out a mouthful of blood, flying back dozens of meters. He sighed inwardly. The gap in strength was too vast. Even a precious artifact like the Heaven-Encompassing Umbrella had been destroyed—how could he fight?
*Weng*
The void trembled. The black hand struck again, blotting out the sun in the sky, casting a massive shadow downward.
*Kacha kacha*
Before the hand even descended fully, the ground beneath Ye Fan’s feet couldn’t bear the pressure and cracked rapidly. One could imagine the terrifying force he was enduring.
Ye Fan activated the Purple Bronze Bagua Mirror, enlarging it like a giant shield above his head.
*Dang*
A piercing metallic sound rang out, sharp enough to make the body tremble, like a deity forging iron or metal splitting the sky. The Purple Bronze Bagua Mirror, this precious artifact, also developed cracks—it was about to fail!
Ye Fan felt a pang of pain. This was a weapon from an elder of the Jiang Family, a true treasure. Though it had been damaged at the Ancient Forbidden Land, it was still a powerful artifact—yet it couldn’t stop the Void Great Hand Seal.
*Dang*
Another piercing sound. The Purple Bronze Bagua Mirror cracked, then *hualala*, it exploded in the sky.
Ye Fan was nearly driven into the ground. A trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. Looking up at the sky, he said, “You undying old bastard…”
Two precious artifacts destroyed. Even if he used the remaining Jade Purification Vase, the result would be the same.
*Pa*
Ji Ren reached out and slapped Ye Fan flying. Though it wasn’t the Void Great Hand Seal, it was still overwhelmingly powerful.
If Ye Fan hadn’t cultivated a precious body, he would have been crushed to dust. Even so, he tumbled dozens of meters away.
*Boom*
The hand reached out again, striking at Ye Fan. He couldn’t dodge in time and was nearly shattered. It took a long while for him to struggle to his feet.
Ji Ren, hunched over, looked down from above, his face expressionless, his voice cold: “Compared to the Ji Family, you’re too insignificant. What’s the use of futile struggle? Killing you is no different from slaughtering a chicken or a dog.”
“You undying old bastard, you’re just a dog raised by others. Don’t put on that lofty air. Even if that dead old hag Ji Hui came, she wouldn’t be worthy.”
Ji Ren’s aged face showed no anger, calm as still water: “Like a speck of dust, weak as an ant. Originally, you and the transcendent Ji Family would have no connection. But your luck wasn’t good enough. The Grand Void Art isn’t something someone like you can touch.”
Ji Ren, old and decrepit, truly looked down as if at an ant, without any emotional fluctuation.
“You old slave…”
At that moment, Old Steward Ji Ren descended, pressing forward, saying, “Before erasing you, I need to understand some things. I’ll extract your soul.”
In terms of true combat power, Ye Fan had no chance. Crossing realms was like crossing a chasm, and he didn’t even know how deep this old bastard’s cultivation was. Ye Fan waited for an opportunity, ready to use his final trump card!
When Ji Ren drew close, he felt the time was right.
At that instant, a golden lake suddenly emerged on Ye Fan’s brow, like a golden sun fixed there.
The lake trembled, divine radiance blazing. A dazzling beam shot out, transforming into a golden sword, like a blade that could cut through the heavens!
This was a powerful spiritual attack. After consuming the golden sacred fruit, Ye Fan’s spiritual power had reached an inconceivable level, condensed and able to take form!
He had been exploring this spiritual attack for over a year, gradually evolving it into a deadly strike, specifically targeting the mind!
“Ahhhh—” Ji Ren screamed, clutching his head, falling backward to the ground. The powerful spiritual assault hit its mark!
Earlier, Old Steward Ji Ren had been cold and unruffled, his face devoid of any ripple. Now, his face twisted in agony, roaring and writhing in pain.
Ye Fan’s bones vibrated, his body crystalline, divine power surging. His golden fist slammed heavily forward.
*Boom*
This punch struck the old steward’s jaw directly. With a crisp *pacha*, the jawbone cracked.
“You old slave, weren’t you so lofty? I’ll beat you straight into the eighteenth level of hell!”
Ji Ren, hit on the chin by that punch, was sent flying into the air. Ye Fan turned sideways, swung his leg forcefully like an iron whip.
*Pa*
Ye Fan’s right leg slammed heavily onto Ji Ren’s chest, smashing him back down from midair.
Even though Ji Ren’s cultivation was unfathomable, his physical body couldn’t compare to the Sacred Body. His sternum broke instantly, caving in.
“You old slave, weren’t you just looking at me like an ant?” Ye Fan kicked out, shattering Ji Ren’s shoulder, sending him flying sideways.
Before Ji Ren could hit the ground, Ye Fan closed in with seven steps, then stomped down heavily.
*Boom*
He stamped Ji Ren down, slamming him hard onto the ground.
“So what if you’re from an ancient aristocratic clan? One day, I’ll walk into the Ji Family and storm your so-called unassailable sacred ground! That dead old hag better live long—”
*Boom*
Ye Fan kicked the rolling Ji Ren into the air.
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