# Chapter 676: Facing Them Head-On
Pang Bo was very tall and sturdy, two or three heads taller than an ordinary person, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, his skin a bronze color that gave a strong sense of power. At this moment, he was extremely excited inside.
However, his expression remained very calm, not wanting others to see any wariness. He stepped forward and punched Ye Fan, transmitting his voice: "You could even think of this, let me take a look."
Like Ye Fan, Pang Bo had come because of the Nine Dragons Coffin, inexplicably traveling through the Stellar Ancient Path to arrive in this world. He had a special feeling toward this coffin.
"What is that big fatty doing?" In the distance, someone stared wide-eyed, their eyeballs almost popping out.
"Damn it, who says I'm fat? This is burly, not fat. Open your eyes wide and look properly!" Pang Bo said angrily. His arms were thicker than other people's legs, truly robust beyond compare.
"He was biting the coffin just now!" Others ignored him, stating the fact they had just witnessed.
"Really hard!" Pang Bo muttered.
Ye Fan was also speechless. Pang Bo was too ridiculous—coming up and biting the bronze coffin right away. Was he taking out his anger on it? Even Ye Fan was a bit stunned.
"Damn it, I've been gnawing on coffin boards lately. It's a habitual action. Pretend you didn't see anything." Pang Bo himself felt somewhat embarrassed.
"I'll go find you some Dragon Marrow later!" Ye Fan said.
"It's fine. The Immortal Ancient Tea Tree is the number one Enlightenment Divine Tree in the world. Even though it's been refined into a coffin board, it has miraculous effects. I also got struck by heavenly lightning and entered the Immortal Platform Secret Realm." Pang Bo said very toughly.
"That guy even wants to eat the coffin. Stay as far away from him as possible in the future." A senior figure warned his disciples, feeling this was a Human Demon with a temperament different from ordinary people.
In the distance, many people were speechless, staring at Pang Bo from left to right. They really hadn't expected such a burly man to be so unsettling.
Among the Wang Clan, someone laughed coldly. A middle-aged man clasped his hands behind his back and walked forward, saying: "Carrying a coffin here, is it prepared for yourself? Knowing you'll die, yet still coming to fight."
"This is prepared for you." Li Heishui transmitted his voice from the crowd, extremely dissatisfied with this ancient aristocratic clan from the Northern Plains.
Pang Bo shook his head, saying: "Wrong, they're not worthy of this bronze coffin. It's to send them on their way."
The bronze coffin held a being that was utterly unfathomable. Not to mention them, even an Ancient Saint from ancient times wouldn't be qualified to be interred in it.
"Ha ha..." On the other side, the Ji Family Eighth Ancestor laughed loudly but said nothing. His meaning was clear—this was a mockery of Ye Fan overestimating himself.
Ye Fan stepped forward carrying the bronze coffin. Every step he took left a footprint in the void, causing many to change color. His physical body was so powerful that it absolutely surpassed a Saint Lord-rank figure.
They thought Ye Fan was demonstrating his power, but little did they know the bronze coffin was too heavy—more terrifying than a great mountain, enough to crush a Sect Master to the ground.
Even Ye Fan, with his Sacred Body, found it extremely difficult. However, after leaving the Ancient Forbidden Land, his dharma power had revived, allowing him to support it together with his physical shell, no longer moving with such difficulty.
"Since you've come to visit our Ji Family, then enter." A Ji Family elder spoke. He was an old acquaintance of Wang Teng's Grand Ancestor and had an expressionless face.
"A guest from afar, please come inside." The Ji Family Eighth Ancestor also spoke, with a hint of cold smile.
The Ji Family possessed the Void Mirror, which intimidated through the ages. No matter how great your divine abilities or how profound your cultivation, once you entered, you would be suppressed. It could truly be called a Dragon's Pool and Tiger's Den!
The Ji Family Eighth Ancestor's invitation was not out of hospitality but carried a trace of coldness, equivalent to inviting a tiger into a trap, with no goodwill whatsoever.
"Little Leaf, you can't go inside!" In the distance, Li Heishui transmitted a voice, warning him of the terror of the Void Mirror. Even with the Stride Art, if things went wrong, he wouldn't be able to escape.
"Since I've come, naturally I must pay my respects. I should enter the Ji Family and bow to Emperor Void." Ye Fan, carrying the ancient bronze coffin, strode forward, truly about to walk inside.
Everyone was shocked. They had thought he would settle things outside the Ji Family, but they never expected he would dare to go in. An ancient aristocratic clan was equivalent to a forbidden zone. If conflict erupted, there would be no way out.
The Ji Family Eighth Ancestor's expression froze. He had originally wanted to mock Ye Fan for cowardice, but now he couldn't say a word. The other party was fearless, walking toward him.
"Please enter." An old Ji Family cultivator led the way, and then everyone walked deep into this ancient aristocratic clan. The atmosphere was oppressive along the way. Those who came were all experts, representatives of various major powers.
"Ye Fan, what is the meaning of this? Carrying an ancient coffin and bringing it to such a sacred place—this is disrespect to the Ji Clan!" Someone from the Wang Clan spoke, launching an attack before they had even entered.
Ye Fan completely ignored him, treating him as air as he walked forward with Pang Bo, Li Heishui, and the others.
"Sacred Body, I'm talking to you! Did you hear me?!" This man was not very old, Wang Teng's cousin, and had a very aggressive temper.
"What are you? Get lost as far as you can." Ye Fan glanced at him as if seeing a fly, frowning slightly.
"You..." This young man was furious. Ye Fan had destroyed their stone workshops in the Northern Domain, earning the hatred of the entire clan. Naturally, he was enraged now.
"Is this a place for you to speak? The Ji Family seniors haven't said much. Who do you think you are? Get lost!" Ye Fan gave a light rebuke, and the man staggered, feeling his head buzz, almost falling to the ground.
Ye Fan's aura was oppressive. A single light rebuke shook the younger generation of the Wang Clan, startling many.
"Young Friend Ye, I also want to ask—why do you bring a coffin to the Ji Family's door?" The Ji Family Eighth Ancestor spoke, his expression unfriendly, as if looking for an excuse to make trouble.
"We are all cultivators. Do we care about such things? This coffin is my weapon, just like the Sacred Swords they carry on their backs." Ye Fan responded calmly.
Before they had even entered the Ji Family's main hall, the atmosphere was already tense. Many cultivators who had come to watch the excitement were anticipating that there would definitely be a battle today.
The Ji Family Eighth Ancestor said nothing more, leading the crowd on clouds to a place of mist and rosy clouds, entering a magnificent Heavenly Gate.
Many powerful figures had not gone out earlier—for example, the Ji Family Lord, Red Dragon Daoist, the Wang Clan Grand Ancestor, and others. When a junior arrived, senior figures rarely came out to welcome them unless they had other purposes. Additionally, young talents like Zi Tiantou, Southern Demon, Qi Huoshui, and others sat as steady as mountains, still seated in the main hall.
At this moment, Ye Fan entered carrying the coffin, immediately attracting everyone's attention. Some were hostile, some showed worry, and others were indifferent.
"Dang"
With a clear metallic sound, Ye Fan placed the ancient coffin on the ground. The entire hall shook, nearly overturning. If not for the array patterns laid down, it would have definitely collapsed.
Everyone's heart pounded violently. How heavy was this bronze coffin? Among them, the Southern Demon was the most shocked. Two strange lights shot from his pupils as he stared fixedly at the ancient coffin.
This was Ye Fan's first time visiting the Ji Family. He did not lose his manners, bowing to some elders and then greeting old acquaintances like Red Dragon Daoist.
"Are you the Sacred Body Ye Fan?" An old cultivator stood up, staring fixedly at him.
Pang Bo reminded him that this was one of Wang Teng's uncles, powerful and with great influence in the Northern Plains Wang Clan. At this moment, he stood on the steps with a dark face, looking down.
"Do you have something to say?" Ye Fan asked very coldly.
"You killed my cousin Wang Chengfeng, beheaded my nephew Wang Chong, and destroyed our clan's stone workshops in the Northern Domain. Tell me, what do I want with you?!" Wang Chengyun's gaze was sinister as he questioned loudly.
"I say you're full and have nothing better to do." Ye Fan responded simply and directly, then chose a seat and sat down on his own.
Wang Chengyun was furious, his face instantly darkening. He strode over aggressively, surging with heaven-defying dharma power, approaching like a god of death.
On the other side, Fifth Great Bandit Wu Dao stood up. He had been invited by Li Heishui and Wu Zhongtian. He blocked Wang Chengyun, worried that Ye Fan might come to harm.
"What, you want to make a move?" Ye Fan greeted Wu Dao, then looked askance at Wang Chengyun, saying: "This is the Ji Family. You are not allowed to be reckless here."
He loudly rebuked a senior-level expert, showing not a trace of concern, let alone fear. This tone surprised many.
Wang Chengyun's expression was very cold. This had never happened before—a junior daring to scold him like this. It was truly unprecedented, as if the sun had risen from the west.
"You killed my clan members and still dare to appear here? You're cutting off your own path to survival!" Wang Chengyun's eyes shot out chilling light.
"I don't want to say much about our conflicts. I can only say that your Wang Clan members brought it upon themselves. They were all seeking death!" Ye Fan was quite blunt.
The Ji Family people stepped in to stop them, truly afraid that both sides would start fighting here. After all, they were all guests. If a major battle broke out, it would be bad, and the hosts would lose face.
"You killed my own younger brother and still dare to come here today. This is a provocation. I request the Ji Family Saint Lord to give us a venue to settle this dispute." Wang Teng's father also stood up, striding over.
"Call Wang Teng out." Ye Fan spoke. He had come for the Northern Emperor. As long as he killed him, everything would be resolved.
The Ji Family Eighth Ancestor, expressionless, walked over and said: "What have you come for? Have you come to my Ji Family to kill people?" He ignored the Wang Clan's provocation, first pinning a charge on Ye Fan.
"I heard someone forced you into an engagement. I've come to relieve your worries."
Upon hearing this, Ji Ziyue's big eyes immediately curved into crescent moons. Her small dimples appeared, revealing a moving smile, her jade-like teeth gleaming with luster.
Ye Fan continued: "As long as you shake your head in disagreement, I'll take you away today. No one can stop me!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the entire venue shook. Everyone was very surprised, never expecting him to dare say such things.
"Rumble"
In the distance, a golden ancient war chariot rumbled, emitting ten thousand rays of light. A tall, majestic figure stood atop it, like a Heavenly Emperor descending to the world. His black hair flew wildly, and above his head, dragons and phoenixes sang in harmony as sacred light cascaded down.
The Northern Emperor appeared, driving his immortal war chariot forward, extremely domineering. Sacred radiance rolled in, covering the sky and earth.
"Sacred Body, have you come to die?" Wang Teng's cold voice came, shaking the area for hundreds of li.
Ye Fan did not look at him but gazed at Ji Ziyue's beautiful face, saying: "Ziyue, do you agree?"
"Of course I don't agree!" Ji Ziyue said loudly, showing a bright and moving smile at Ye Fan, so radiant that even the sun in the sky dimmed in comparison.
"Then fine, I'll kill him!" Ye Fan turned abruptly to face Wang Teng.