A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)
Chapter 1405 Who Is Brahma?

"You scoundrel, you killed numerous Chinese martial arts prodigies fifty years ago but that wasn't enough for you, was it? You decided to gang up with other scoundrels to kill a Chinese supreme grandmaster! Well, I'm going to make sure the world is rid of you, Brahma!" The God of War's furious roar resounded in the manor.

His rage could scorch the very earth itself.

The God of War had been putting up with Brahma for a very long time.

During the fight for spirit energy fruits fifty years ago, Brahma had used unscrupulous means to mount an ambush on Chinese martial artists. He had not only stolen their spirit energy fruits but also massacred Chinese martial artists. The future martial artists of China, whom they had painstakingly groomed for years, had been either maimed or killed.

The efforts that War God Castle had poured into grooming their next generation of martial artists had all been for nothing.

Then, a furious Ye Qing-Tian had thought of charging into India and exacting vengeance for China's loss.

But they had been bound by the laws of the international community. War God Castle had silently stewed in their fury and grievances.

Who could have thought that fifty years later, the young man that Ye Qing-Tian had pinned his hopes on would be slain by the same man? The sight of Ye Fan's family in pain and sorrow had driven Ye Qing-Tian into further rage and remorse.

In the end, Ye Qing-Tian had charged into India so that he might kill Brahma himself!

"Ye Qing-Tian, you can't kill me. You'll be declaring war on India if you kill me. Besides, you trespassed our borders without permission. You'll suffer the disapproval of the international community for that. Are you really going to incite war over a young man?"

"Besides, I didn't even kill Ye Fan. I might have injured him seriously, but Chu Sect was the one who killed him. If you want vengeance, exact it on Chu Sect and Tang Yun, not me," Brahma shouted at Ye Qing- Tian frantically after spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"You should think carefully about what you're about to do, Ye Qing-Tian. I'm one of the leaders of the Indian martial arts circle. The Indian martial arts circle won't let the matter rest should you kill me. If a war is to break out between martial arts circles, tens of millions of men are going to die. Ask yourself, Ye Qing-Tian, can you answer for their deaths? Are you going to become a sinner that sent your countrymen to their deaths?"

Brahma's words hit the God of War where it truly hurt.

Brahma had done his research on Ye Qing-Tian.

He knew that the man was extremely patriotic and that he prioritized his country's interests and reputation over his

own life.

While that meant that he might charge into India to avenge the death of Ye Fan, a fellow compatriot whom he had shared no blood relations with, it also meant that he would spare the life of Ye Fan's murderer for the sake of his country and countrymen.

He knew very well where the weaknesses of the God of War lay. That was why he was confident that Ye Qing-Tian would not kill him.

He would be right, too, in believing so.

Ye Qing-Tian stopped himself before he released a fatal blow.

"Brahma, pray that you never fall into my hands because I'll make sure you die a horrible death!" Ye Qing-Tian's voice was filled with fury and his fists clenched tight with rage.

He didn't kill Brahma.

Killing the leader of another country's martial arts circle would lead to devastating consequences.

Ye Qing-Tian knew that his killing of Brahma would mean a war between the martial arts circles of their two nations.

War was no laughing matter. Ye Qing-Tian wasn't going to act recklessly and as he pleased.

He snorted and, with a flip of his sleeve, left the manor.

Brahma's heart finally fell from his throat back into his chest.

He released a long sigh of relief. It was as if he had just escaped from the gates of hell.

His body convulsed before he began to cough violently. The blood that had been stuck in his throat spilled out of his mouth and pooled on the ground.

"I should have expected that from the Chinese God of War. He's an incredibly strong fighter. Even at my full strength, I

might not be his match."

The thought of the recent battle sent tremors coursing through Brahma.

His fear and caution towards Ye Qing-Tian grew.

"Brahma, what's wrong? Did something just happen?"

A group of Indian martial artists appeared and rushed towards him then.

Their fight had caused a huge commotion. There was no way that King Folo and the others had not sensed it.

"Nothing that'll kill me," said Brahma frostily after spitting out another mouthful of blood and struggling to his feet. His voice was filled with an icy rage. "I just feel insulted and shamed, that's all. I've killed countless men and women over the years and count myself a king in my own right. I never expected that a day would come when someone would barge into my house, demanding my life. It's an absolute insult to my name!"

Brahma clenched his fists tightly. The more he thought about it, the more furious he felt.

"Brahma, what happened? Who injured you?" the men around him asked.

Brahma did not attempt to conceal the truth and told them everything that had just happened.

"Ye Qing-Tian's gone too far! How could he have barged into India and into your house? He doesn't give a damn about the Indian martial arts circle or Folo Palace at all. We can't let this rest. We must demand an apology from War God Castle. Otherwise, we'll storm China as well. We'll charge right into Yanjing and beat them up!" a middle-aged man amongst their midst bellowed furiously.

King Folo was surprisingly quiet though.

"Let's forget that this happened in the first place. We were in the wrong in the first place. Our actions provoked Ye Qing-Tian into barging into India and demanding justice. He did let Brahma off though. That means that he's aware of the consequences that his actions may cause and chose to serve the greater good."

"Since he's made a compromise, let us do the same and not worsen the tensions between the two communities. If we do and things get out of hand, we might be the ones who eventually suffer for it." After a long and considered deliberation, King Folo decided to let the matter rest. He turned towards Brahma and added. "Brahma, you should stay in your house and focus on your recovery. Don't leave your manor until things have died down."

Brahma found the thought of stepping out daunting too, but he couldn't help but put on a brave front and grumble.

"If not for my injuries, I wouldn't keep myself cooped up in my house. Just wait. I'm going to recover fully soon. Let's see someone try and disrespect me then!" he scoffed.

Everyone thought that the danger had passed. Yet, it was then that they felt a gust of icy wind sweep across the

heavens.

An incredible wave of power descended upon them.

Alarm flickered across everyone's eyes.

King Folo himself sensed the treat of death looming over him.

A beautiful young woman suddenly appeared in the heavens.

Her long dress and the veil masking her face fluttered in the wind.

So did her long, unbound hair.

She seemed like an angel that had descended upon the earth.

Her eyes swept across everyone before she spoke in a chilly voice. "Which one of you is Brahma?"

Brahma's face turned a paler shade of white as his heart sank.

Was she here to avenge Ye Fan too?

Brahma lamented inwardly.