Jaw-Dropping Son-in-Law

The attack surprised Ye Fan.

With no other choice, he intercepted the assailants behind him even though the combined attack of

Sword Saint and the others didn't pose a deadly threat to him.

With a casual palm strike, he blocked his enemies' united assault.

Meanwhile, Chen Jiuzhou, whose strength was on a similar level to Ye Fan's, was still charging straight

toward the latter.

As the saying went, the only possible outcome between two expert fighters was either life or death.

Being distracted for just a short moment in such a battle would be enough to change the tide of the

encounter.

After Ye Fan repelled Sword Saint and the others, he hastily blocked Chen Jiuzhou's flurry of slashes.

As his fist clashed against his opponent's blade, a shockwave exploded in all directions.

Despite his efforts, Ye Fan lost the contest of strength a few seconds later.

As a result, Chen Jiuzhou landed a solid hit on Ye Fan with his flaming sword.

Ye Fan grunted as he was launched a thousand meters away like a cannonball, crashing through

multiple hills before collapsing above a pile of ruins.

With that, blood spilled from his mouth.

“Don't let him escape! I won't forgive him for destroying China's treasure!”

“That's right! I thought that, while Chu Tianfan is a little arrogant, he still cares about China, but it

seems like we've overestimated him. It's hard to believe this loser's trying to destroy the future of

China's martial arts world. I bet it's because he can't stand seeing someone else become powerful!

He's an evil man!”

“After what he had done, we must get rid of him!”

The crowd of martial artists on the foot of Mount Yan was chattering with righteous indignation.

While they originally revered him, they couldn't help but hate him for putting his hands on the Dragon

Gate and attempting to steal the treasure of China's martial arts world, which would destroy everyone's

dream.

Kong Ming and Lu Yanxi were especially disappointed in Ye Fan.

“Why did Mr. Chu end up like this? I recall he was an admired hero back then, yet now he's trying to

snatch our opportunity away from us, who are nobodies compared to him.” Lu Yanxi sighed.

Ye Fan's image in her mind was greatly tarnished because she couldn't understand why he would do

such a thing.

Hundreds of martial artists on Mount Yan raised their weapons and hollered as they rushed toward the

spot Ye Fan crashed into.

The massive crowd surrounded Ye Fan before pointing their blades in his direction in an instant.

Aside from them, Ye Qingtian and the others also made their way there and gazed at the bloody Ye

Fan condescendingly.

Facing the crowd's cold glare, Ye Fan stood, peered at Ye Qingtian and the other two, and laughed.

His mocking laughter shook the earth, though no one detected the sorrow in his voice.

“You can't blame us for our actions, Ye Fan. You were the one who went overboard! We had no choice

but to attack you for the sake of the country's future!” Ye Qingtian exclaimed after understanding the

intent behind Ye Fan's laughter.

While he felt apologetic for Ye Fan's wounds, he would've still done the same thing if given a choice.

He couldn't sit by and watch Dragon Gate Project, the future of China's martial arts world, be

destroyed.

“You know, I've come to regret saving all of you when Chu Sect waged its war. Perhaps dying to Chu

Yuan would've been your greatest contribution to China's martial arts world!” sneered Ye Fan. I never

could've imagined Ye Qingtian and the others would assault me, much less ambush me. And to think I

treated Ye Qingtian as a friend and thought War God Castle was an honest organization. It seems like

all of it was merely wishful thinking on my part.

Ye Qingtian and the others didn't respond to Ye Fan's mockery, likely because they felt guilty. However,

Zhao Zhenlu, who was severely injured by Ye Fan earlier, went along with the crowd's prevailing

sentiment and rebuked, “Stop spouting nonsense, Chu Tianfan. It was thanks to the combined effort of

all martial artists from across the globe that the war against Chu Sect was won. While China's martial

arts world suffered great losses, you reaped all the fame and fortune that came with that victory. You

don't have the right to mention that battle!”

His speech pushed the crowd's hatred and disgust toward Ye Fan to its limits because they were

already quite furious with Ye Fan.

A random martial artist shouted, “Mr. Zhao's right! You killed your compatriots during the battle of

Jiangbei. In Yunzhou, you refused to respect Hall Master. Today, you tried to destroy Dragon Gate!

Your sins are uncountable! You have no right to come to Mount Yan and say those things to War God!

You deserve death as punishment!”

“Yeah! You deserve to die!”

“Die!”

Swiftly, the martial artists on Mount Yan reprimanded Ye Fan.

Many raised their swords, ready to take Ye Fan's life with Chen Jiuzhou.

After regarding the angry martial artists beneath him, Chen Jiuzhou gloated smugly and pridefully as

though he was a victor staring at the adversary he had bested. “Do you see this, Chu Tianfan? This is

what happens when you make an enemy out of me! Everyone has forsaken and ostracized you; your

reputation is in shambles. If I were you, I'd be too embarrassed to keep on living. Surrender, for Mount

Yan will be your grave.”

“It was an impulsive mistake on Ye Fan's part, Jiuzhou. There's no need to kill him. I think it's fine if we

just make him vow not to enter Mount Yan or attack Dragon Gate again. He's a compatriot, after all,”

advised Ye Qingtian.

While he was upset with Ye Fan, he didn't want the latter to die.

In response, Chen Jiuzhou spat coldly, “There's no need to show him mercy, War God. As long as this

scum lives, China will know no peace.”

“That's right!”

“Kill him!”

“Don't let him live!”

Many shouted vehemently to show their support for Ye Fan's execution.

At that moment, Ye Fan seemed incredibly lonely.

Why am I doing any of this? To save these foolish cretins? To protect despicable men who would repay

my kindness with enmity without hesitation? Why should I sacrifice so much to ensure their survival?

When his train of thought ended there, he shook his head and laughed self-deprecatingly. “I came to

Mount Yan to rescue you all, but it appears my aid isn't wanted. In that case, why should I save this

world? One day, all of you numbskulls will realize the disaster Dragon Gate will bring to your door!”

His laughter reverberated throughout the mountain. From this moment onward, I'm not going to care

about Dragon Gate or China's martial arts world anymore. I'm sick of dealing with the problems in the

world. Once I leave, I'll spend the rest of my days in seclusion and ignore all conflicts. These

presumptuous morons can die for all I care.

When Chen Jiuzhou noticed Ye Fan was gearing up to leave, he charged toward his enemy and

growled furiously, “You're not getting away that easily! Die!”

An unnamed martial artist roared, “Everyone, let's work together to help Hall Master Chen slay Chu

Tianfan!”