A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)

Chapter 1974

They hated both men to the core!

Originally, they had come as a representative of their countries to attend Fen Tian's wedding.

After the celebration, they were supposed to have some fun using their allowance before going back home to their wives and children.

Little did they realize they would end up dying in such a terrifying way that day.

It's all Fen Tian's fault!

Why did that bastard have to offend a ruthless person like Chu Tianfan?

That King Folo is equally bad.

If it wasn't because they instigated the attack against Chu Tianfan, none of us would have done what we did.

Of course, this isn't the most infuriating part.

After deceiving us, King Folo and the others made their getaways immediately.

How could they have the audacity to call themselves the martial arts leader of India and the king of Folo Palace?

They are all a bunch of scumbags!

And they really got us into deep sh*t.

The more those people thought about it, the angrier they became.

However, it was pointless now.

Moreover, Fen Tian did not force them to go against Ye Fan.

In fact, it all started because all of them harbored greed in their hearts.

They were eyeing the treasures of Ye Fan, so they had only themselves to blame for the outcome that day.

Boom!

Another palm of Ye Fan slammed down. This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

The Power of Lightning came down harshly on them.

The earth cracked, and rocks began flying off.

With Ye Fan's palm strike, it felt as if even the air in the atmosphere had vaporized.

Those so-called Grandmasters did not even stand a chance.

Junie and the others could see from a distance that the last batch of fighters had turned into an unrecognizable lump of paste when they were attacked by Ye Fan.

Ghastly red blood splattered everywhere.

In fact, the entire manor of the Vias family was covered in blood!

Whoosh!

In that instant, the world became silent.

As for that last batch of fighters, they did not even have the time to utter a single sound before they breathed their last.

All of the hustle was gone in an instant.

Several minutes ago, the place was filled with people.

Right now, only Ye Fan was left standing on the horizon with his swords on his back.

There was no expression on his face except for a solemn look.

His usual gorgeous features were devoid of any emotions.

He looked so frigid as if he was made of ice!

Right then, his icy eyes swept across the terrain until he spotted a figure.

Blood was gushing out of the man, and the lower half of his body was already a gory mess.

Ke Zhe kneeled there as if he was in purgatory.

His body was trembling and swaying badly as tears ran uncontrollably down his face.

“Mr. Chu, spare me! I'm Ke Zhe, one of the Grandmasters of China. We have met before. We are descendants of the same ancestors. In a moment of folly, I was bewitched by Fen Tian and deceived by the Supreme Grandmasters of India. Please, I beg of you, Mr. Chu. For the sake of our country, the Sword Saint, War Gods, and War God Castle, please spare my life. Please, I beg of you! I promise you that I will never mess with you again. I won't do it again. Please forgive a small fry like me.”

Ke Zhe kept begging for mercy.

With only one arm supporting his body, he kept kowtowing.

He slammed his forehead so hard on the ground that blood gushed out of it in the end.

He did all that just to beg Ye Fan to spare his life.

Hearing his pleads for mercy, Ye Fan laughed out loud.

“For the sake of the Sword Saint? For the sake of War God Castle? Hahahaha!”

Ye Fan's sudden burst of laughter was filled with ridicule and melancholy.

Obviously, he had long forgotten about Ke Zhe.

To most people, a Grandmaster was almost a god-like figure.

But as far as Ye Fan was concerned, Grandmasters were as inconsequential as bugs.

With his limited memory, it was only natural that he would not be bothered to remember someone like Ke Zhe.

Thankfully, it was a good thing that Ye Fan had forgotten about him.

If not, he would have suffered a worse fate!

Back then, Ke Zhe was instructed by the War God Castle to head to Jiangdong to apprehend Ye Fan.

As he could not locate Ye Fan, he decided to take Qiu Mucheng away so as to force Ye Fan to show himself.

In the end, Ye Fan did appearand chop off the arms of several Grandmasters of China as a reminder not to mess with him.

However, it was evident that Ye Fan's compassion back then did not teach Ke Zhe a lesson. Instead, it only increased Ke Zhe's hatred toward him.

As such, Ke Zhe decided to join the military forces so that he would have a better chance of killing Ye Fan.

He had wanted to get his hands on some of the treasures and also avenge the loss of his arm back then.

Then again, he did not expect Ye Fan to be so powerful!

So powerful that he could annihilate over a hundred people!

The desperate Ke Zhe had no choice but to beg for his life and hoped that Ye Fan would spare him, seeing as they were both martial artists from China.

However, despite his shrewdness, there was something he did not consider.

Whether it was the Sword Saint or the War God Castle, there was no need for Ye Fan to do them any favor.

Instead, the mention of them made him even more furious!

“I have to be polite to them? Back when the Sword Saint led War God Castle and had us surrounded, did they ever spare a thought for me? They treated me like a demon, and now you want me to spare you for their sake? How the f**k does that make sense?” sneered Ye Fan coldly.

The murderous intent in his words was apparent.

He continued, “Just wait and see. Once I have finished off Chu Sect, I will definitely come for the War God Castle! Just because all of these happened so many years ago doesn't mean I have forgotten about them. They are going to have to pay for it!”

Every time Ye Fan recalled the things that happened in the past, he only became more and more infuriated.

That year, all he wanted to do was to return to his home country.

The Sword Saint and King of Fighters mean nothing to me.

They had no right in stopping me from returning to my homeland!

When Ke Zhe heard everything, he was stupefied.

“Y-You want to kill those from War God Castle? What a heinous sin! How could you not be loyal to your own country?” asked Ke Zhe in fear.

Ye Fan chuckled, “Don't think so highly of the War God Castle. Besides, what country? All of you are just a bunch of rabble who came together and formed a shitty organization. It doesn't represent the country or its citizens. Even if I destroy the War God Castle, the martial arts world of China will be just as powerful. The citizens of China will still be living a peaceful and prosperous life!”

Ye Fan found it hilarious that the Sword Saint and the rest claimed to be the leaders and also the representatives of the martial arts world of China.

But, are they even qualified to do so?

How can a petty bunch of brainless cowards be fit to do so?

“Y-You are a traitor!” Out of the blue, Ke Zhe found the courage to reprimand Ye Fan for his disloyalty to the War God Castle.

However, Ye Fan was no longer in the mood to waste any more time talking to him.

He swung his sword in one swift move!

Swoosh!

Blood spewed everywhere, and Ke Zhe was finally dead.

With that, the massacre was over.

The hundreds of fighters who had hailed from around the world had all been obliterated.

Both Junie and Noa were completely in shock.

They knew very well if the news of the massacre spread, it would shock the whole world!

When that happened, it would cause an uproar in the usually peaceful martial arts world.

What was worse was that the culprit was none other than the man in front of them.

After slaughtering so many enemies, Ye Fan was not going to rest on his laurels. Instead, he continued up north.

“Y-Ye Fan, where are you going?” Junie went after him and asked.

“Junie, wait for me here. I'm going to finish Folo Palace off and exterminate the martial arts world of India.”

Without turning back, he went on his way with his weapons.

Both Junie and Noa looked stumped and pale.

“Holy crap! Is he trying to destroy one country at a time?”

“Even I am not as powerful as he is!” said Huangniu.

I was right about him.

This Ye Fan is indeed a mad man!