A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)

Chapter 1943

After kicking King Folo away, Ye Fan didn't stop his approach, for he had declared that he would trample upon Folo Palace if they didn't hand Junie over.

It was time to fulfil that promise.

Just like that, Ye Fan disappeared in a flash and arrived in front of the palace where he gradually ascended the stone steps.

When the disciples guarding the palace saw him, they were so terrified that they peed their pants.

Even though the battle between Ye Fan and King Folo occurred more than a thousand meters away, they could clearly see the massive devastation wrought by it.

As a result, they quickly recognized Ye Fan as the enemy who annihilated everyone in his path.

In fact, no one dared to block him in the first half of his journey into the palace. It was until the second half that some fearless disciples finally came to stop him.

“We will live and die together with the Folo Palace!”

Some of them let out a noble battle cry while charging at him.

Faced with the loyal disciples, Ye Fan gave them what they wished for.

Smashing his powerful palm down, he crushed the disciples before they could even scream in agony.

Blood gushed onto the ground like a stream and flowed toward the trees that lined the path, providing them with the most natural of nutrients.

The sacred ground of a nation's martial arts world was sullied beneath Ye Fan's feet.

At that moment, the disciples of the palace stared at him as if he was a demon.

The terror that they felt stopped them from mustering the courage to resist further.

Even our king has been defeated. There's no way underling like us stand a chance against him.

A battle between Supreme Grandmasters was just out of their league.

With no one else in his way, Ye Fan swiftly arrived in the grand hall of the Folo Palace.

The ancient yet magnificent hall looked like a majestic beast that guarded the land.

Behind it was a sea of mountains appearing faintly amidst the clouds and mist.

Standing in front of the hall with his hands behind his back, Ye Fan's voice thundered through the air. “You insects, hand over Junie and I'll let you die with your body whole. Or else, I'm going to tear you limb from limb!”

Boom!

The earth suddenly shook, causing a few more pillars of the damaged hall to collapse.

At the same time, Ye Fan's thundering voice reverberated in all directions.

However, no one responded, and there was no sign of the other Supremes in the palace.

Having lost his patience, Ye Fan bellowed, “I'll give you three seconds to show yourselves. Or I will bathe the sacred land of Folo in the blood of thousands of disciples.”

His words were so terrifying that he scared the lights out of the disciples.

Finally, his threats seemed to have an effect.

From the summit of the Sacred Mountain behind Folo Palace, a sorry figure emerged in the air with two people behind him.

They were the King of India, Fen Tian, and the last Supreme Grandmaster of Folo Palace, Bapei.

The three of them were the Indian martial arts world's last line of defense.

“Chu Tianfan, how many years has it been since you're the first person to have wounded me? Nevertheless, don't think that this is the end of our nation's martial arts world. The great Indian nation with its thousands of years of history isn't one you can easily trample upon. I will now make sure you suffer the consequences of your actions!”

From the summit of the Sacred Mountain, King Folo's hatred-filled rant echoed faintly through the air.

Even though he wasn't killed earlier, his breath was visibly weak.

Ye Fan's attack had injured him so grievously that he could fight no more.

Nonetheless, Ye Fan was still surprised where the king had found the courage to continue resisting.

“Is that so? Just with the three of you losers?”

He was truly amused by their reaction.

Even though they were Supreme Grandmasters and the guardians of the nation's martial arts world, they fled to the mountains the moment he arrived. Not only did they retreat faster than their own disciples, but they also had the cheek to threaten him from afar.

In the face of death, these so-called leaders of the martial arts world can behave in an utterly shameless manner.

“Chu Tianfan, stop your gloating! Do you dare to come up here to the top of Sacred Mountain and battle us to the death?” Fen Tian scowled loudly.

Despite being beaten up by Ye Fan so badly that he had to flee from the island to the hills, he still dared to challenge Ye Fan.

Thus, Ye Fan couldn't help but mock, “Fen Tian, aren't you supposed to be the King of India? Don't you think it's a disgrace for you to flee from your base and now from Folo Palace?”

Shaking his head with a smile, he stomped his foot down from the air.

Subsequently, the centuries-old great hall collapsed underneath Ye Fan's feet.

Like a shattered piece of glass, it smashed into rubble upon impact on the ground.

At that moment, King Folo and his companions' eyes reddened.

“You animal! Why did you have to destroy it? There's no one inside at all—” Just when Folo King roared anxiously, he vomited another mouthful of blood.

“You b*stard, that building is of historical significance! Are you asking for divine punishment?”

Bapei exploded.

Even though the sacred hall was just a palace hall, it had thousands of years of history and had become the symbol of India's martial arts world.

But now, Ye Fan had decimated it.

The impact was similar to the destruction of the presidential palace where the blow to the national psyche and faith was a lot more significant than the physical damage wrought.

“Don't blame me. It's Fen Tian's fault for fleeing here. Tell me, if he hadn't lured me here, would Duolun have died? Would the Folo King end up grievously injured? Would Folo Palace itself be destroyed?”

Ye Fan let out a sigh.

“Why do you still protect that idiot? If I were you, I would decapitate him long ago,” he commented nonchalantly while shrugging his shoulders.

“Chu Tianfan, f*ck you! How dare you set me up?” Fen Tian bellowed.

He had been holed up in Folo Palace and refused to see anyone. However, after having his incompetence exposed by Ye Fan, Fen Tian's future in India's martial arts world was in trouble.

If he still had a future in the first place.

“Come up here! If you're still a man, come up here and fight me!” he continued taunting.

Initially, Ye Fan felt suspicious.

Where did they find the confidence to challenge me? Can it be that they're hiding a trump card up their sleeve?

“What's wrong? Chu Tianfan, have you lost your courage? If you don't dare come up here, you should just get your ass out of India! As for your girl, I will take good care of her,” Fen Tain taunted on purpose.

Given how crude the tactic was, Ye Fan saw through it at once and was unfazed.

“Why wouldn't I dare? In fact, I'm curious to know what trump card you're hiding in there,” he sneered.

With that, he took a step forward and walked over.

Five hundred meters. Three hundred.A hundred meters. Fifty meters!

King Folo and his companions watched Ye Fan approach with burning gazes.

The look in their eyes was tinged with the flames of madness and excitement.

Finally, King Folo cried out, “He's here!”

Suddenly, jade seals appeared out of nowhere in the hands of the three.

The next moment, they broke the seals simultaneously before dropping onto their knees. NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

Prostrating toward Sacred Mountain, they chanted aloud in a respectful tone, “Oh ancient master, please save India by killing the demon!”

Whoosh!

Amidst their prayers, a golden light shot out into the sky from the Sacred Mountain.

As the clouds gathered, the holy light covered the land.

An ancient and authoritative silhouette emerged at the peak of the Sacred Mountain, as if a divine presence had made an appearance.