A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)
Chapter 1568

"There's nothing we can do at this point," Ye Qingtian said grimly. "They're already here. War is inevitable. Leave Ye Fan and Tang Yun to me. Show no mercy to the rest. Fear not, I have got you covered.." He gazed at the enemy haughtily as he spoke.

I am War God. I never know retreat.

Even in the face of an uprising by the Chu Sect all those years ago, the martial arts scene within the country was about to give up and surrender the city when at the last moment, Ye Qingtian stood out from the others.

Through sheer strength and will, he took the helm of the defense and steered China toward victory.

With the assistance of Sword Saint and the others, Ye Qingtian had managed to successfully defend the country against the tyranny of the Chu Sect. In her most desperate hour, China had managed to retain her independence.

He had proven himself to be a leader by being decisive when it was most needed. The one who was capable of turning the tides during the darkest hour

of war.

Though China had announced to the world in recent years that the Hall Master of War God Castle was Sword Saint, it was common knowledge that the true pillar of support of the martial arts scene in China was the War God, Ye Qingtian.

The fear he struck in enemies and the authority he imposed over his men had been earned over countless battles.

That was also why whenever the fate of China's martial arts scene was hanging in the balance, Sword Saint and the rest would follow Ye Qingtian's orders with blind and fervent loyalty.

This time was no exception.

"Yes, Ye."

"As you command. We will fight!"

"I will not allow the hallowed grounds of China's martial arts scene to be trampled by such unworthy filth."

"We will even persecute the head of the Chu Sect without mercy. What about them?"

Ye Qingtian's rallying words bolstered the determination and the courage of Tang Hao and the others.

At once, they took their fighting stances.

"Go, Ye. Leave it to us. Under no circumstances should the thief be allowed to leave with Tang Yun!" King of Fighters spat in disdain.

Ye Qingtian merely nodded before taking off in Ye Fan's wake.

After several paces, Gaius and a group of Dragon Slayers dashed forward to block Ye Qingtian's path.

"How dare you attempt to intercept Dragon Master's path? Do you have a death wish?"

Owen stood erect as his voice echoed menacingly, his hawklike eyes regarded Ye Qingtian with disdain. Under the pale moonlight, his robes of fiery red billowed with the wispy breeze like the proclamation of

war.

Gaius flinched.

"D*mn, Owen. Take it easy there," Gaius hissed. "We're not here to pick a fight. Remember our

mission."

The boy's overcommitting to the role. How dare he threaten Ye Qingtian's life like that? He's the War God, the most powerful fighter in all of China. If he offended Ye Qingtian, all of us wouldn't be able to hold our ground against his wrath unless Dragon Master intervenes.

Owen and Cecil did not care as they were firm in their belief that only Ye Fan deserved their respect.

Aside from him, nobody else is powerful enough!

"How insolent! You are the ones who deserve death!"

With a roar of rage, King of Fighters threw a fist at Owen that found its mark on his chest like a crash of thunder and sent him flying backward.

At the same time, Tang Hao's Meteor Hammer smashed toward Gaius, necessitating the latter to deflect the blow.

However, he was too slow for the ferocity with which Tang Hao swung his weapon with.

Failing to avoid the blow, Gaius was knocked back with a sickening thud.

On the other side, Cecil the Wind God found himself locked in place by Sword Saint's swashbuckling assaults. Unable to regain his advantage, it was all he could do to avoid being cut to pieces. The outcome of the battle soon became apparent. Within minutes, the Dragon Slayers under Ye Fan's banner had been successfully delayed by Tang Hao and his company.

At the elimination of any further resistance, Ye Qingtian began sprinting in the direction Ye Fan had disappeared toward.

"D*mn it!" Gaius bellowed. "War God slipped past our fingers. What are you still standing there for, Junie? Hurry up and give chase! We must stop Ye Qingtian at all costs and protect Dragon Master." Having been already subdued by Tang Hao, he was not pleased to see Junie merely watching the fight without lifting a finger.

Gazing toward the direction Ye Fan went in, Junie gave a wry smile. "If you need my assistance in something as trivial as stopping Ye Qingtian, how do you think you're going to accomplish razing the Chu Sect?"

Though she spoke in a soft voice, there was an unmistakable hint of excitement in her tone.

"Oh, Dragon Master," she lamented, her voice as sweet as a nightingale's. "You have been holding back for far too long! It is time to show your disciples your true power."

Under the moonlight, the ethereal maiden stood apart from the battle as if she belonged to another world. She looked more like a blushing bride awaiting her lover to descend from the stars than being a pawn in the ugliness of war.

Boom!

As the shockwaves of the fight pulsed outward, it was inconceivable for even the most imaginative observer that the six most powerful fighters in the world were having a battle in the little town on the outskirts of the city.

The momentum of the fight swayed from one side to the other at a level pace.

Desperate to regain the upper hand, the moon was soon hidden from view by the terrifying forces the fighters unleashed.

The clanging of weaponry against one another was so ferocious that the sparks emitted were mistaken for fireworks from a distance.

"Wow!"

"What a beautiful sight!"

"Mommy, Mommy, are those fireworks?"

The commotion caused by the battle were beginning to be noticed by civilians.

Jingzhou was located several dozen miles away. Even its inhabitants were roused from their slumber by the noise.

Some busybodies climbed up onto the roofs of their buildings to get a glimpse while babies wept fearfully.

Most of the people were merely curious. Desperate for an explanation, they took to the streets.

"My God..."

"What is going on over there?" "Looks to me like the sky is falling." The deafening booms were accompanied by streaks of light which illuminated the night sky occasionally with a brilliance that surpassed even day.

From afar, it looked as if the gods themselves were at war with each other.

Jingzhou was in chaos with its inhabitants threatening to overrun its streets as they were engaged in increasingly far-fetched speculation.

Some were so fearful that they even thought that the end of the world was upon them.

However, those assumptions were not unfounded. Several days before, there was a large explosion in Jingzhou that had caused an anomaly in the weather.

An explosion the other day, and now fireworks. What's next?

It was the absence of scientific explanations for the occurrences that frightened the inhabitants of Jingzhou the most.

At the very moment at the Ye family manor, Ye Ximei, who had just drifted off to sleep, was awakened by a shrill cry.

"Oh, baby. Hush! Here, let grandma tell you a story."

Climbing out of bed, Ye Ximei resigned herself with a sigh to attend to the boy.

Despite trying everything in her power, she was unable to coax the hysterical infant.

"What's going on, Ximei? Why is the child crying all the time? I'm honestly losing it. Could he be hungry?"

Ye Xilan appeared in her pajamas as she grumbled incessantly.

Soon, the entire Ye family was roused by the baby's cries.

"He can't be hungry. I'd fed him before tucking in for the night!"

Ye Ximei was beside herself with anxiety as she rocked the baby in her arms.

"He could be under a spell," suggested Ye Xilan seriously. "Something must have happened to his mother. They say that the bond between mother and son is something inexplicable. Perhaps the boy sensed his mother in grave danger."

"Nonsense!" chastised Ye Ximei. "Why are you so negative?"

"You tell me," replied her sister wearily. "What is going on of late? Strange and peculiar happenings, one after another."

Ye Ximei sighed and coax the child as she gazed worriedly out of the window.

For some reason, Ye Ximei had been more anxious than usual of late.

The appearance of the child did not help matters. On the other hand, it only served to exacerbate her anxiety.

"Troubled times have descended upon us, it seems."