Chapter 672: Strong Confrontation

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Pang Bo was incredibly burly, two or three heads taller than an average person. With thick eyebrows, large eyes, and bronze skin, he exuded a sense of strength. At this moment, he was extremely excited.

However, his expression remained perfectly calm; he didn't want anyone to see his guard was up. He walked over, punched Ye Fan, and whispered, "You figured this out? Let me see."

Like Ye Fan, Pang Bo had mysteriously traveled across an ancient starry path to this world because of the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin, and he held a special emotional connection to the coffin.

"Look what that big fatty is doing!" someone exclaimed from afar, their eyes nearly popping out in shock.

"Damn it! Who called me fat? This is mighty, not fat! Open your eyes and look closely!" Pang Bo retorted angrily. His arms were thicker than other people's legs; he was indeed incredibly stout.

"He was biting the coffin just now!" Others ignored his retort, simply stating the fact they had witnessed.

"It's really hard!" Pang Bo mumbled.

Ye Fan was speechless. Pang Bo was too outrageous, biting the bronze coffin the moment he approached. Was he taking out his frustration on it? It left Ye Fan somewhat stunned.

"Damn it, I've been gnawing on coffin lids a lot lately, it's just a habit. Pretend you didn't see anything," Pang Bo said, feeling a little embarrassed himself.

"I'll find you dragon marrow in the future!" Ye Fan said.

"It's fine. The Immortal Ancient Tea Tree is the greatest divine tree for enlightenment under heaven. Even though it's been refined into a coffin lid, it has miraculous effects. I was also struck by lightning and sent into the Immortal Platform secret realm," Pang Bo declared defiantly.

"That guy even wants to eat a coffin. Stay as far away from him as possible in the future," a powerful figure warned his disciples, believing this person to be a human devil with an unusual temperament.

In the distance, many people were speechless, staring at Pang Bo, looking him over, unable to believe that such a mighty man could be so unsettling.

Someone from the Wang family burst out laughing. A middle-aged man, with his hands behind his back, walked forward and said, "Carrying a coffin? Is it for yourself? You know you're coming to your death, yet you still come to fight."

"This is for you," Li Heishui whispered from the crowd, deeply displeased with this ancient family from the Northern Plains.

Pang Bo shook his head and said, "Wrong. They don't deserve this bronze coffin. It's to send them on their way."

The bronze coffin contained an unfathomable existence. Let alone them, not even an ancient saint would be qualified to enter it.

"Haha..." On the other side, the Eighth Ancestor of the Ji Family laughed, but said nothing. His attitude clearly implied mockery of Ye Fan's overestimation of his own abilities.

Ye Fan advanced, carrying the bronze coffin. Each step left an imprint in the void, making many people's expressions change. His physical body was so powerful that it clearly surpassed that of a Saint Lord.

They thought Ye Fan was demonstrating his power, unaware that the bronze coffin was simply too heavy, more formidable than a great mountain, enough to crush a sect leader to the ground.

Even Ye Fan, as a Sacred Body, felt the strain, but after leaving the Ancient Forbidden Land, his magic power had recovered, allowing him to support the coffin with both his body and cultivation, making his steps less arduous.

"Since you've come to visit our Ji family, then come in," an elder from the Ji family said, expressionless. He was an old acquaintance of Wang Teng's great-grand-ancestor.

"Guests from afar, please enter," the Ji Family Eighth Ancestor also said, with a hint of a cold smile.

The Ji family possessed the Ancient Void Mirror, a deterrent throughout the ages. No matter how great one's divine abilities or how world-defying one's cultivation, once inside, they would be suppressed. It was truly a perilous place, a dragon's pool and a tiger's den!

The Ji Family Eighth Ancestor's invitation was not one of warm hospitality, but carried a chill, akin to luring a target into a trap, devoid of any goodwill.

"Little Ye Zi, you can't go in!" Li Heishui whispered from afar, warning him of the terrifying power of the Void Mirror. Even with movement techniques, escape would be impossible once inside.

"Since I've come, I must pay my respects. I will enter the Ji family and bow to the Great Emperor of Void," Ye Fan declared, carrying the ancient bronze coffin and striding forward, truly intending to go inside.

Everyone was astonished. They had expected him to settle things outside the Ji family, and were surprised he dared to enter. An ancient family was akin to a forbidden land; if conflict arose, there would be no escape once inside.

The Ji Family Eighth Ancestor's expression froze. He had originally intended to ridicule Ye Fan for cowardice, but now he couldn't speak, as the other party was fearless and walking towards him.

"Please come in," an old Ji family cultivator led the way. Then, everyone walked deeper into the ancient family. The atmosphere was oppressive; all those present were experts, representatives of major powers.

"Ye Fan, what is the meaning of this? Carrying an ancient coffin and bringing it into such a sacred place—this is disrespecting the Ji clan!" someone from the Wang family spoke up. They hadn't even entered the main hall yet, but had already begun to provoke him.

Ye Fan completely ignored him, treating him as if he were air, and continued walking forward with Pang Bo, Li Heishui, and the others.

"Sacred Body, I'm talking to you! Did you hear me?!" The man was not very old; he was Wang Teng's cousin and had a hot temper.

"Who are you? Get as far away from me as possible." Ye Fan glanced at him with a slight frown, as if he had seen a fly.

"You..." The young man was furious. Ye Fan had leveled their stone workshop in the Northern Region, incurring the hatred of their entire clan, so he was naturally enraged at this moment.

"Is this your place to speak? Even the Ji family elders haven't said much, who do you think you are? Get out!" Ye Fan lightly scolded. The man stumbled, his head buzzing, and he almost fell to the ground.

Ye Fan's imposing aura and a single light shout made the younger generation of the Wang family tremble, astounding many.

"Little Friend Ye, I also want to ask, why do you bring a coffin to the gates of my Ji family?" the Ji Family Eighth Ancestor asked, his expression unfriendly, clearly looking for an excuse to act.

"We are all cultivators, do such things still matter? This coffin is my weapon, just like the holy swords they carry on their backs," Ye Fan calmly responded.

Even before entering 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 surely be a battle today.

The Ji Family Eighth Ancestor said no more and led everyone by stepping on clouds, arriving at a place shrouded in mist and splendor, entering a magnificent celestial palace.

Many powerful figures had not come out earlier, such as the Ji family head, Daoist Red Dragon, and Wang family's great-grand-ancestor. For a junior's arrival, senior figures rarely came out to greet them unless there was another purpose. Furthermore, young talents like Zi Tiandu, Southern Demon, and Qi Huoshui remained as steady as mountains, still seated in the main hall.

At this moment, Ye Fan entered with the coffin on his back, immediately drawing everyone's gaze. Some were hostile, some showed concern, and others were indifferent.

*Thump!*

With a clear metallic clang, Ye Fan placed the ancient coffin on the ground. The entire hall shook, nearly overturning. Had it not been for the array patterns laid out, it would certainly have collapsed.

Everyone's hearts pounded violently. Just how heavy was this bronze coffin? Among them, one person was most shocked: the Southern Demon, whose pupils shot out two strange lights, fixing intently on the ancient coffin.

This was Ye Fan's first time visiting the Ji family, and he was not impolite. He bowed to some elders and then greeted old acquaintances like Daoist Red Dragon.

"Are you the Sacred Body, Ye Fan?" an old cultivator stood up, staring intently at him.

Pang Bo warned that this was an uncle of Wang Teng, a powerful figure with great influence in the Northern Plains Wang family. He stood on the steps, scowling and looking down.

"Is there something you need?" Ye Fan asked coldly.

"You killed my cousin Wang Chengfeng, slew my nephew Wang Chong, and leveled my clan's stone workshop in the Northern Region. What do you think I'm looking for you for?!" Wang Chengyun questioned loudly, his gaze sinister.

"I'd say you have too much time on your hands," Ye Fan replied simply and directly, then chose a table and sat down.

Wang Chengyun's anger bristled, his face instantly darkened, and he strode forward immediately, with surging magic power, approaching like a war god.

On the other side, Wu Dao, the Fifth Bandit, stood up. He had been invited by Li Heishui and Wu Zhongtian to block Wang Chengyun, fearing any mishap for Ye Fan.

"What, do you want to fight?" Ye Fan saluted Wu Dao, then glared at Wang Chengyun, saying, "This is the Ji family; you won't be allowed to be presumptuous here."

He loudly scolded an elder expert, showing no concern or fear whatsoever. This tone surprised many.

Wang Chengyun's expression was very cold. This had never happened before; for a junior to dare to scold him like this was truly unprecedented, like the sun rising in the west.

"You killed my clansmen, and yet you dare show your face here? You're cutting off your own escape route!" Wang Chengyun's eyes shot out chilling light.

"I don't want to say much about our conflict. I can only say that your Wang family brought it upon yourselves; you were all courting death!" Ye Fan was quite impolite.

The Ji family members stepped forward to block them, truly fearing that the two sides would come to blows here. After all, they were guests, and a major fight here would be undesirable, causing the hosts to lose face.

"He killed my younger brother, and today he dares to come here—this is a provocation! I request the Ji family Saint Lord to provide us with a venue to settle this dispute," Wang Teng's father also stood up and strode towards them.

"Call Wang Teng out," Ye Fan said. He had come specifically for the Northern Emperor; killing him would resolve everything.

The Ji Family Eighth Ancestor, expressionless, walked over and said, "Why have you come? Are you here to kill people in my Ji family?" He ignored the Wang family's provocation, first accusing Ye Fan. "Although our ancestor has passed, the sacred land where the Great Emperor once cultivated cannot be desecrated. Those who dare to offend will find no living soul under the Ancient Void Mirror!"

Who wouldn't fear such a deterrent? Everyone knew that within this ancient land, the sacred light of the Void Mirror could descend at any time, and no one could resist it.

"I came to see Ziyue. The Wang family provoked me first; I was merely responding to them," Ye Fan calmly stated, his hand resting on the bronze coffin.

"Ziyue is about to be engaged. Your desire to see her is quite rude," Wang Chengkun said, his expression cold. She was to be their Wang family's future daughter-in-law, and he was quite displeased.

"I implore the Ji family Saint Lord, allow me to see Ziyue," Ye Fan said earnestly.

The Ji Family Eighth Ancestor sneered, about to say something, but was stopped. The Ji family Saint Lord walked over and commanded, "Bring Ziyue."

A young disciple was surprised, glanced at Ye Fan, and then quickly left, flying towards a distant cluster of ornate buildings.

Everyone present reacted with a stir, surprised that the Ji family Saint Lord had actually agreed. It was somewhat unexpected, and they all pondered its implications.

"Have Teng'er leave seclusion and come quickly," Wang Chengkun whispered, instructing a disciple.

Before long, a purple-clad maiden flew from afar, like a banished immortal. Her black hair was like clouds, her pretty face like jade, and her large eyes were incredibly spiritual, brimming with divine beauty.

However, Ji Ziyue wore no smile today, her dimples were absent, lacking her usual playfulness, and her gleaming little canine teeth were nowhere to be seen.

"Ziyue!" Ye Fan greeted her, walking out with the copper coffin on his back.

"Little Ye Zi!" Ji Ziyue's mouth formed an "O." She looked at him, then at the ancient coffin, too surprised to speak.

"I heard someone was forcing you into an engagement. I came to relieve your worries."

Upon hearing this, Ji Ziyue's large eyes immediately curved into crescent moons, her dimples appeared, and a moving smile graced her face, her pearl-like teeth sparkling.

Ye Fan continued, saying, "As long as you shake your head and disagree, I will take you with me today, and no one will be able to stop us!"

At his words, the entire hall was shaken. Everyone was astonished, unable to believe he dared to say such a thing.

*Rumble!*

In the distance, a golden ancient war chariot rumbled, emitting brilliant light. A tall, imposing figure stood upon it, like a heavenly emperor descending, his black hair fluttering. Above his head, dragons and phoenixes intertwined, and sacred light cascaded down.

The Northern Emperor appeared, driving an immortal war chariot, overwhelmingly powerful. Sacred light surged forth, covering the sky.

"Sacred Body, have you come here to die?" Wang Teng's cold voice echoed, shaking for hundreds of miles.

Ye Fan did not look at him, but instead gazed at Ji Ziyue's beautiful face, saying, "Ziyue, do you agree?"

"Of course I don't agree!" Ji Ziyue said loudly, smiling brightly and captivatingly at Ye Fan. For a moment, even the sun in the sky seemed to dim.

"Very well, I'll slay him!" Ye Fan suddenly turned to face Wang Teng.