Jaw-Dropping Son-in-Law

As for the Nine Steps of Yunyang, it was the most suitable secret movement technique Ye Fan had

found within the Book of Celestial Cloud.

Back in the past, Chu Yunyang had turned the tide of battle against stronger enemies by using the

technique alone.

Ye Fan, who had spent more than two years training in it, was now capable of using the Nine Steps of

Yunyang at will.

“As you wish!” Chu Yuan barked in a deep voice.

With that, he charged forward and attacked Ye Fan ferociously with his hand.

Given the height of Chu Yuan's cultivation, there was no need for his move to be fancy.

After all, simple is better.

At his level, every single strike was capable of leveling the earth.

Everyone watched as Chu Yuan followed up with consecutive palm strikes.

This time, his assault was more savage than before. In the blink of an eye, he had already unleashed

more than a hundred attacks that were so powerful they reverberated in every direction.

The thousands of palms he fired out covered the sky like a net, engulfing Ye Fan underneath it.

“Let's see how you escape this time.”

The infuriated Chu Yuan increased the intensity of his attacks significantly.

“Oh?” Ye Fan simply sniggered at Chu Yuan before using the Nine Steps of Yunyang again.

All everyone could see was Ye Fan leaping into the air and taking nine strange steps.

Despite being only nine, they contained countless permutations and combinations.

With Chu Yuan's palms blocking the sky, Ye Fan's figure looked like a lonely ship sailing across the

turbulent sea.

Despite how the elements raged, he didn't budge at all.

Ultimately, none of Chu Yuan's attacks managed to land a scrape on Ye Fan.

Having failed again, Chu Yuan was undoubtedly enraged.

“I don't believe it. I'm the head of Chu Sect. I shall defeat your lousy movement technique!”

His patience had entirely worn off.

At that moment, Chu Yuan stopped holding back and relentlessly threw every technique he knew at Ye

Fan.

The attacks were exceptionally vicious, just like a raging thunderstorm that shook Mount Yunding with a

powerful gale.

The spectators down below were dumbfounded by the scene unfolding before them.

“Is this the power of a god realm warrior?”

“Is this the dominance of the strongest warrior of our time?”

“Such frightening power!”

Meanwhile, above the ruins, Ye Qingtian was leaning against a broken rock.

The look in his eyes was not only filled with shock but also boundless desire.

There were only two things he wanted in life.

First, it was for the nation to be at peace. Second, he wanted to be on top of the martial arts world.

All this while, he had the impression that he was just a step away from achieving god realm.

However, after watching Chu Yuan's terrifying display of power, he realized he had been deluding

himself about his strength.

If he were the one in battle right now, he wouldn't have lasted more than three seconds before being

struck down by Chu Yuan.

Conversely, he was even more impressed that Ye Fan could last this long.

While Ye Qingtian was lamenting to himself, Ye Yuyan, Xu Lei, and the others were filled with concern.

They were really worried that Ye Fan would be hurt and subsequently defeated.

After all, the latter was being put on the defensive and was forced to dodge repeatedly.

As for Chu Yuan, his attacks were unrelenting.

Under such circumstances, a single mistake by Ye Fan would bring about a fatal result.

That was the source of Xu Lei and her companions' concern.

“Xu Lei, Ye Fan will be all right, right?” The anxious Ye Yuyan's eyes were all red, and her palms were

drenched in a cold sweat.

Xu Lei—watching the battle intently—nodded in response despite her lack of confidence.

“Mm-hmm, he'll definitely be fine and emerge victorious.”

Xu Lei's voice was filled with hope.

Yet, nothing in life is ever certain.

Before the dust had settled, all these were nothing but wishful thinking.

Nonetheless, regardless of the result, Xu Lei and the rest could only hope that Ye Fan would survive.

While the Jiangdong crowd was feeling distraught, Anderson and the rest of the Chu Sect were visibly

buoyant.

They had been afraid that Ye Fan's return would deal the Chu Sect a devastating blow.

However, from the way things looked, they realized their earlier fears were simply unfounded.

“Only by making a sneak attack just now could Chu Tianfan land a blow on Old Mr. Chu. But now that

Old Mr. Chu has gotten serious, that b*stard doesn't even have the courage to face him head-on. All he

does is desperately avoid Old Mr. Chu's attacks. His defeat is inevitable.”

Anderson shook his head with a smile and looked at Ye Fan as if he was looking at a corpse.

From their perspective, Ye Fan was bound to make a mistake.

Bombarded by Chu Yuan's overwhelming attacks, Ye Fan—regardless of how skillful his movement

technique was—would sooner or later trip up and be dealt a fatal blow by Chu Yuan.

However, life never goes the way one desires.

Everyone from Chu Sect was waiting for Ye Fan to be slaughtered by Chu Yuan, but the former refused

to lose.

In fact, Ye Fan looked like a candle in the wind, ready to have its flame snuffed out at any moment.

Yet, every time the flame seemed to be dying out, it would reignite anew.

Despite throwing everything at Ye Fan, Chu Yuan simply could not extinguish the former's flame.

“D*mn it! How powerful is this b*stard's Nine Steps of Yunyang that even I can't lay a scratch on him?”

After the failure of his repeated attacks, Chu Yuan—having his patience worn out—grew visibly

desperate.

On top of that, his exasperation began to consume him from within.

Even though every single one of his strikes looked as if they were about to land, Ye Fan would always

avoid them in the nick of time.

In the beginning, Chu Yuan put it down to sheer luck, but after the hundredth time—despite expending

a significant amount of energy in his attacks—his strikes continued to miss Ye Fan.

It was then that his overwhelming frustration ate into him.

“B*stard! Stop dodging if you have any balls. What kind of warrior are you if you keep running? As a

man, you should stand your ground and fight,” Chu Yuan—eyes bloodshot and close to being driven

mad—thundered.

Throughout his entire life, he had never fought against such a cowardly enemy before.

When none of his rampaging attacks hit their target, he felt his rage swell to the brink of exploding.

Having no regard for Chu Yuan's feelings, Ye Fan continued to slip past the former's attacks at will,

staying unscathed as the battle raged on.

“Chu Yuan, what do you think? I told you that I'm no longer the same person I was before. Even if you

are a god realm master, killing me is still not going to be easy.”

As Ye Fan let out a soft chuckle, he continued to dodge the attacks effortlessly.

However, his smugness was short-lived.

The next moment, an anxious voice rang out from the top of Mount Yunding.

“Ye Fan, watch out!”

No sooner had Xu Lei cried out than a black tail appeared, letting rip a powerful gale.

In the midst of an explosion, a tail spike pierced through the air like a sword and shot toward Ye Fan's

chest.

The sudden attack caused a drastic change in Ye Fan's expression.

Despite his desire to evade it, it was already too late, for the spike of Blaze's tail had penetrated his

abdomen.

Fresh blood began dripping onto the ground after flowing down the length of the long spike.

With Ye Fan impaled by the attack, the Nine Steps of Yunyang was inadvertently dispelled.

This time, Ye Fan could no longer avoid Chu Yuan's assault.

Boom! Boom!

A loud rumble rang out as Chu Yuan let loose a rampaging attack.

Under a tremendous amount of pressure, Ye Fan finally cracked and threw up the blood that had

accumulated in his stomach.

Chu Yuan smashed Ye Fan's body down from the air, sending it crashing into Mount Yunding, just like a

cannonball.