Chapter 820: Ji Haoyue: If I had just gone over, wouldn't I have already died?

The moment the Nine Secrets appeared, the Northern Region trembled; no sect could remain indifferent, not even the Desolate Ancient Holy Lands or the Desolate Ancient Noble Families.

Thus, the heirs of many holy lands arrived here.

The Great Expansion Holy Land, the Ten Thousand Beginning Holy Land, the Purple Mansion Holy Land, the Dao One Holy Land, the Desolate Ancient Jiang Family, the Desolate Ancient Ji Family, the Yaochi Holy Land, the Fluctuating Light Holy Land, as well as the descendants of the Thirteen Great Bandits of the Northern Lands.

Of course, the First Senior Brother of the Paitaixuan Sect, a major sect ranked over a hundred in the Southern Region of the Eastern Wastelands, had also come.

Countless young elites had all descended upon this place, but they did not immediately fight to the death; instead, they observed one another on the scene, some even exchanging words.

"The Eastern Wastelands have welcomed a golden age—prodigies springing up all at once. If they all survive, the future will surely reach its peak, a hundred flowers blooming, each leading the way."

The Daoist Priest named Duan De remarked with some feeling.

"I'm afraid many people won't share such thoughts."

The Holy Maiden of the Fluctuating Light Holy Land shook her head and smiled lightly, like a spring breeze drifting. "One or two heaven-defying prodigies are enough; too many would be a disaster and a tragedy—the clashes to come are unimaginable in their ferocity."

This Holy Maiden of the Fluctuating Light Holy Land displayed an attitude of standing aloof, seemingly unwilling to take part, but everyone knew the Holy Maiden of the Fluctuating Light Holy Land could not truly stand aloof—otherwise she would never have become the Holy Maiden of the Fluctuating Light Holy Land.

"What's so hard about this? My big brother will lead the way alone, attain the Dao and become Emperor in the future, and all the young elites can serve as his ministers, officials of the same court. Naturally there will be no great battles—it's a good thing."

Tu Fei spoke boldly and carelessly.

The moment these words were spoken, the gazes of many young elites turned over—whether the Divine Kings of the Ji Family, the Divine Kings of the Jiang Family, the Holy Sons and Holy Maidens of the Fluctuating Light Holy Land, or even the supreme young elites of other Eastern Wastelands holy lands—all looked over.

Those countless rays of light seemed to solidify into substance in the void, falling upon the void as if to melt Tu Fei away, but before Fang Yu, they could not advance even an inch.

"I'm speaking the truth—it's a good solution. Why are you all looking at me like that?"

Tu Fei held his chin up, a smile on his face, not afraid in the slightest.

He already knew the might of this big brother, and naturally had to take Fang Yu, big brother, as his core, to wave flags and shout support. However, waving flags and shouting support for big brother in such a scene seemed slightly ostentatious.

But shouldn't a big brother like this sweep through the field? Whoever dared to step forward and seek death first, big brother would suppress directly, and naturally his fame would spread.

"So it's Brother Fang. When did Brother Fang become the big brother of this descendant of the great bandits?"

Countless gazes looked toward Tu Fei and Fang Yu, as well as Ye Fan and Pang Bo beside them. Ye Fan and Pang Bo both felt that this big-mouthed Tu Fei was truly too much of a pitfall, but they didn't need to do anything else now—just stand there and wait for things to develop.

At this moment, the Holy Maiden of the Fluctuating Light Holy Land spoke and asked, having recognized Fang Yu.

Her gaze even turned toward Ye Fan beside him, her eyes shifting slightly.

Ye Fan had slain people of her Fluctuating Light Holy Land in Quzhou. This matter had already reached the ears of the great powers of the Fluctuating Light Holy Land, and the Fluctuating Light Holy Land was very angry—they hadn't expected him to dare show his true face here.

"Fang Yu, Ye Fan!"

The Eastern Wastelands Divine Body Ji Haoyue, the moment he saw Fang Yu and Ye Fan, his expression turned cold to the extreme, divine light shooting from his eyes. He strode forward like a dragon or tiger, about to arrive, intending to come over personally and slay Fang Yu, but was held tightly back by Ji Ziyue.

"Ziyue, let go!"

Ji Haoyue stared at Fang Yu, wishing he could charge over right now and have a decisive battle with Fang Yu, but he was still held tightly back by Ji Ziyue.

"There are too many experts here—wait until we seize the Nine Secrets before talking."

Ji Ziyue desperately blocked him, and finally managed to hold Ji Haoyue back.

Fang Yu, seeing this scene, revealed a slight smile on his face. Ji Haoyue really did have a good sister—otherwise, having just come over, he would surely have been beaten to death.

"Brother Fang."

The Holy Son of the Fluctuating Light Holy Land also descended from not far away. This being had one hundred and eight halos around his body, and as he stepped forward he was like a heavenly god, emitting a rumbling voice.

Boundless holy light flowed around him—it was the supreme ultimate art of the Fluctuating Light Holy Land, the Holy Light Art. Since ancient times, no one had been able to break the Holy Light Art, yet this Holy Light Art had been broken once by Fang Yu.

At this moment, the Holy Son of the Fluctuating Light Holy Land strode forward, fighting intent flowing in his eyes, seemingly harboring the thought of having a great battle with Fang Yu to recover his lost face.

"Holy Son of the Fluctuating Light Holy Land, long time no see."

Fang Yu smiled faintly, unconcerned.

Last time he could break through the Holy Son of the Fluctuating Light Holy Land's defense. If this time the Holy Son of the Fluctuating Light Holy Land still wanted to fight him, then he would show the Holy Son of the Fluctuating Light Holy Land what it meant for one's cultivation base to advance by leaps and bounds, what it meant for the cultivation speed of the Immortal Law, and what it meant for the transition from the Heavenly Man Realm to the Undying Body.

Boundless light flowed around the Holy Son of the Fluctuating Light Holy Land, seemingly about to have a great battle with Fang Yu, but at this moment there were too many absolute geniuses here, and he still hesitated.

"Brother Fang, long time no see."

Another being greeted Fang Yu—this was the Holy Maiden of Yaochi.

This war correspondent often appeared at all major important venues, and indeed was only there to look around, but her reputation was so great that all Holy Sons and Holy Maidens had to give her face.

At this moment, after even the Holy Maiden of Yaochi addressed Fang Yu as Brother Fang, those Holy Sons and Holy Maidens of other holy lands, as well as disciples under them, who in the past did not know Fang Yu, all felt a great deal of curiosity rising in their hearts.

"Who exactly is this Fang Yu? In all the past years I have never heard of him, but why is his fame so great? The Eastern Wastelands Divine Body, the Holy Maiden of Fluctuating Light, the Holy Son all know him? Even the Holy Maiden of Yaochi, this goddess, has to address him as Brother Fang?"

"Indeed it's strange. These past days I've been bitterly cultivating in my sect, in closed-door cultivation for three years I finally cultivated to the Four Extremities Secret Realm. I'm certain that three years ago there was never any such person as Fang Yu heard of in the Eastern Wastelands, yet now he has so much fame. Could he be an absolute genius secretly cultivated by some great figure?"

"Damnable, damnable—he actually dares to steal my limelight. I am an absolute genius of the Five Elements Palace. I came this time originally to display my talent before the many absolute geniuses of the Eastern Wastelands, but now all the limelight has been taken by him!"

"This person called Fang Yu? Which holy land is he from? What—he's not even from a holy land, just a mere disciple of the Paitaixuan Sect, and he actually dares to be so arrogant?"

"Did you hear just now? That youth beside Fang Yu is called Ye Fan. I heard he obtained a heaven-defying opportunity, obtained the Mysterious Yellow Mother Qi Root, and forged a great cauldron, which is why he's being hunted by the Desolate Ancient Ji Family and the Fluctuating Light Holy Land. Now he actually dares to deliver himself to their doorstep—what a heaven-defying good fortune. This cauldron, my Five Elements Palace must obtain it!"

After several absolute geniuses of the younger generation of the Eastern Wastelands spoke to Fang Yu, Fang Yu immediately attracted the attention of countless people. Whether cultivators of the Great Expansion Holy Land, the Dao One Holy Land, or sects from other regions, all now turned their attention to Fang Yu.

Of course, some also turned their attention to Ye Fan beside Fang Yu.

These past days, Ye Fan's fame was actually greater than Fang Yu's, because Fang Yu had already disappeared from the eyes of the world for a full year, while Ye Fan had been hunted by people of the Desolate Ancient Ji Family and the Fluctuating Light Holy Land during this period—not only did he not die, he even killed disciples of the Desolate Ancient Ji Family and the Fluctuating Light Holy Land in return, directly shocking all major sects of the Eastern Wastelands.

Since ancient times, very few people dared to act against people of the holy lands and noble families of the Eastern Wastelands. Kong Quewang counted as one—he once stormed the Ji Family in a rage and smashed the gates of the Ji Family flat—but Kong Quewang was a great figure who had been famous for many years, comparable to the Holy Masters of the major holy lands.

However, even a great figure like Kong Quewang incurred the retaliation of the Desolate Ancient Ji Family and the Fluctuating Light Holy Land. If not for the Green Jiao King stepping in, Kong Quewang himself might have met with misfortune.

The foundations of the noble families and holy lands of the Eastern Wastelands were simply too deep.

Now there was actually a mere Desolate Ancient Sacred Body at the Palace Secret Realm daring to kill people of the Desolate Ancient Ji Family and the Fluctuating Light Holy Land—that was seeking death!

"Your name is Ye Fan?"

Just as many people were paying attention to Fang Yu and Ye Fan in the field, a figure descended from the sky, looking coldly at Ye Fan not far away.

This was a man of twenty-one or twenty-two, not very tall in stature, but very solidly built. His skin was a bronze color, giving a powerful sense of strength.

His long hair was jet black, his eyes extremely sharp, carrying a strong sense of oppression, even somewhat aggressive. At a glance he was a very domineering person, as if everything had to be in his grasp.

"Who are you?"

Ye Fan's expression was calm as he spoke lightly.

"You were originally a man about to die, with no right at all to hear my name. But today, with so many absolute geniuses present, I'll go ahead and give my name—I am called Gu Litian!"

This powerful man spoke coldly, his black hair flying in disarray, a chill appearing on his bronze-colored skin.

"Before me, there is nothing to be said. Leave the Mysterious Yellow Mother Qi Cauldron behind, then kneel to one side and await judgment. Perhaps I'll only cripple your cultivation base and take you back to hand over to the Men Sect for handling."

"Which Men Sect are you from? It seems I have no grudge against you."

That tone was utterly outrageous. Hearing it, Pang Bo and Tu Fei beside him were both furious, but Ye Fan's expression remained calm as he continued to question.

"You killed people from my Glorious Light Holy Land—how could there be no grudge? Since he won't make a move, then I can only act myself and suppress you."

Gu Litian stood with his hands behind his back, his expression flat, and said: "Still won't kneel? Must I really walk over and break your legs before you'll kneel?"

Gu Litian slowly stepped forward, his gaze shifting as he glanced toward the Glorious Light Holy Son and Holy Maiden not far away.

"He is a genius carefully cultivated by a hidden supreme Elder of our Glorious Light Holy Land, and he has also emerged into the world this time."

The Glorious Light Holy Maiden kept a smile on her face the whole time as she spoke to Fang Yu; she seemed to be waiting for something.

"For your Glorious Light Holy Land to produce such a strange creature is indeed somewhat interesting. To make my junior disciple kneel before me—what utter foolishness. I really don't know how a fool like you could ever change."

Just at this moment, Fang Yu spoke.

A smile also appeared on his face, truly because he had not expected to hear such arrogant words here.

Whether it was "Before me, there is nothing to be said. Leave the Mysterious Yellow Mother Qi Cauldron behind, then kneel to one side and await judgment," or "Still won't kneel? Must I really walk over and break your legs before you'll kneel?"—such words were even more arrogant than the disciples of the Bitaiyi Sect. The disciples of the Bitaiyi Sect would only say "No one in heaven or earth can save you," and even the God Clan would only say "Kneel, be my dog."

But this one—truly a fine fellow—opened his mouth with "Hand over the treasure, kneel to one side, and await judgment."

Arrogant—truly too arrogant.

Even Zhao Xuanyi and Song Weiyi could not compare to his arrogance.

So Fang Yu decided to ruthlessly kill this peerless genius carefully cultivated by the hidden supreme Elder of the Glorious Light Holy Land.

He raised his hand with a beckoning motion, and it was the Great Calamity Art.

Black Sun Wind Calamity, Great Sun Fire Calamity, Doomsday Heaven Calamity—Three Calamities and Nine Difficulties, the Great Calamity Art.

A mass of storm, carrying the aura of a doomsday tribulation, descended directly onto the top of Gu Litian's head.