Chapter 122: Xiao Jie vs Feng Changyin

Ye Wuque looks at the three vague ancient characters in this fragment, slowly recites them, and his eyes become deep.

"Zhutian Pavilion…"

He repeats the name once, committing it to memory.

This is an organization name he has never heard before, but from these assassins' well‑trained, perfectly disguised, and death‑defying actions, it is clearly an extremely professional and terrifying assassin group.

"This should be only the first wave…"

Ye Wuque's gaze sweeps the chaotic Void around, as if it can pierce countless spaces and see the cold eyes hidden in the dark; "There will definitely be more behind it."

He knows with his toes that the Ye Clan, the Jun family, the Zhen Tian Immortal Dynasty, the Fate Divine Sect… these dominant forces that bear grudges against him will never let this perfect chance to erase him in the core of the time‑space rupture slip away!

Moreover, countless greedy ones covet the ancient secret‑realm opportunities on his body and the Dimensional‑Piercing Void Seals!

The road ahead is destined to be fraught with killing intent, with hidden arrows hard to defend against.

Yet Ye Wuque's eyes show no fear, only a trace of cold excitement.

He never minds taking part in the hunter‑and‑prey game; it is the final outcome that usually leaves those self‑righteous "hunters"… in despair.

He does not linger, and continues deeper.

Along the way he encounters several scattered Nine Nether beings, all of which he extinguishes at will, purifying evil.

Finally, after passing through a region shrouded in dense energy mist, the view ahead opens up, accompanied by a deafening roar and a surging wave of energy!

This place seems to be a relatively stable basin, yet now it is cloaked in the aura of a terrifying great battle.

A considerable number of onlookers have already gathered around, each staring at the battlefield's center with burning eyes, chattering yet daring not to get too close.

Ye Wuque scans the scene and sees at the center two figures locked in fierce combat, the clash of divine techniques lighting the heavens, the released energy shockwaves tearing the earth into countless bottomless chasms.

Directly beneath the duel, a strange plant about three feet tall, entirely jade‑green, its leaves like phoenix feathers, and bearing a bright red, fragrant fruit at its tip, grows silently there.

A faint rosy glow surrounds the fruit, exuding an overwhelming life essence and Dao Rhythm; a single breath makes one feel cultivation bottlenecks loosen!

"A millennium‑grade… Phoenix Blood Nirvana Fruit!"

A well‑read being mutters, eyes full of greed, yet dares not step forward.

Everyone's gaze, besides being drawn to the world‑defying elixir, is focused on the two combatants, filled with awe and caution.

One of them, dressed in splendid robes, with a cold arrogant visage, surrounded by a vast, majestic aura, moves with gestures that stir the laws of heaven and earth, his attacks opening and closing grandly, utterly domineering—he is the Immortal Imperial Clan's Feng family Heavenly Pride—Feng Changyin!

His opponent is a boy who looks only thirteen or fourteen, wearing a red belly‑band and bare feet!

He is none other than Xiao Jie, who had temporarily separated from Ye Wuque!

At this moment Xiao Jie's blood boils like a sea, a crimson light envelops him; he wields no weapons, relying solely on his fists and his absurdly strong Flesh to clash with Feng Changyin!

His fist style is simple and direct, yet contains the terrifying power to shatter stars; each punch warps the Void and emits a deafening sonic boom!

The two fight at lightning speed, and for a moment they seem evenly matched!

The surrounding spectators' chatter rises and falls.

"Feng Changyin is truly terrifying! No wonder he is the younger brother of the Long‑Life Young Emperor; the Immortal Imperial Clan's techniques are unparalleled!"

"Who is that boy? What monster emerged from where? How can his Flesh be so overwhelmingly strong to stand toe‑to‑toe with Feng Changyin?!"

"You don't even know him? These past days the core area has gone mad! The so‑called 'Red‑Handed Man Slayer' little monster! Several renowned Heavenly Prides have been knocked down by his two‑punch, one‑kick!"

"What? 'Red‑Handed Man Slayer'? That's him? He looks harmless, yet so ferocious?"

"No matter how ferocious, compared to Feng Changyin he's still lacking, right? It's said Feng Changyin inherited his brother's true legacy; his strength is unfathomable!"

Feng Changyin, unable to land a decisive blow, seems a bit embarrassed, suddenly punches Xiao Jie back, pulls his body slightly away, and with a voice tinged with cold says:

"Kid! Your Flesh does have some skill! But I have no time to play house here! You're not my opponent; be sensible and leave at once! Otherwise I'll be forced to use a killing move, lest others say I bully the weak!"

Xiao Jie shakes his slightly numb fists, curls his lip, his face full of scornful sneer: "Heh heh heh! Can't beat me so you start making excuses? If you want a fight, fight! No need for all that nonsense! Are you scared of my fists?! If you truly are, kneel and kowtow three times, call me 'Grandfather', I won't trouble you—just get lost, the fruit is mine!"

Xiao Jie's mouth remains as sharp as ever; his provocation is simple, crude, yet extremely effective.

Feng Changyin's face indeed darkens; he is already proud, and with the Phoenix Blood Nirvana Fruit he covets, he would never be frightened away by a kid's words.

He snorts coldly: "Sharp tongue! I heard you suppressed many so‑called Heavenly Prides, but if you think that alone qualifies you to provoke me, you're naive! Today, I'll make you understand what lies beyond the heavens, what lies beyond men!"

Boom!!!

Accompanying Feng Changyin's thunderous words, the aura around him suddenly surges again!

An even older, even more Immortal, terrifying aura that seems able to wither all things yet give birth to all things awakens from within him!

The true great battle between Xiao Jie and Feng Changyin is about to erupt!

At this moment Ye Wuque has already slipped to the outer edge of the onlookers, watching the energetic, battle‑ready Xiao Jie, a relieved smile curling his mouth.

He does not step forward to reveal himself, but folds his arms and watches, wanting to see how much Xiao Jie has improved and just how much weight the Feng family Heavenly Pride carries.

The atmosphere in the arena instantly becomes tense as swords are drawn and bows readied!