A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)
Chapter 1620

Indeed, it was difficult for Yan Buping and the other seniors to accept Ye Fan's accomplishments. It was a tough pill to swallow for the more experienced grandmasters. Hence, few people in the martial arts world revered Ye Fan, let alone paid him any respect despite his title as 'Supreme Grandmaster'.

Yan Buping and the other experienced men did not give a hoot about Ye Fan.

On the contrary, they would show respect toward other supreme grandmasters in China.

Naturally, it was never easy for a young newcomer like Ye Fan to gain the approval of his seniors.

"Hmpfh! For Yan Buping's sake, I'll let you go this once," scoffed Ke Zhe while trying hard to suppress his anger.

Then he shoved Qiu Mucheng aside callously.

Perhaps he exerted too much force because he dislocated Qiu Mucheng's shoulder, causing her to clench her jaw in extreme pain as tears welled up in

her eyes.

Ke Zhe pretended not to see her anguish.

"Let's go!" He wrapped his arm around Meng Wanyu and prepared to leave.

"Unrivalled Grandmaster, I'm heading back to Mount Yan to report for duty. Please be reminded that you have seven days to get to Yaleview and atone for your sins. I hope you'll not create any more trouble." Those were Yan Buping's last words for Ye Fan before leaving.

Then he gestured for the four grandmasters to follow his lead.

"Hang on," Ye Fan called out for the men after they took a few steps.

"Hmm? Is there anything else, Unrivalled Grandmaster?" Yan Buping turned around and asked.

Ke Zhe and the others followed suit. At that instant, all eyes were on Ye Fan.

"If you want to express your gratitude, there's no need to. If you insist, make a trip to Mount Yan to thank the King of Fighters and Sword Saint

personally."

He paused before continuing, "In China, the wages of sin for committing treason is death. But a few Supremes have graciously granted you a chance to redeem yourself. Henceforth, you..."

With his hands behind his back, Yan Bupingwas lecturing Ye Fan in a way that best epitomized his status as a proud senior.

Out of a sudden, Ye Fan demanded coldly, "Kneel." He did not allow the former to complete his sentence.

What did he just say?

The word hit Yan Buping like a bolt from the blue.

He doubted for a moment, thinking he had heard the man wrong.

Ke Zhe's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at Ye Fan.

"Wait... What did you just say? You want us to do what?" Ke Zhe could not stop himself from blurting the puzzling questions.

"Kneel." It was the same casual, one-word answer.

The aloofness from Ye Fan resembled the calm before a storm.

Li Er and Lei San, who already had a taste of the terror, turned ghastly pale.

Shocked to the core, the crushing presence exuded by Ye Fan caused them to shudder.

They were petrified, knowing that another gory fight was about to break out on Yunwu Lake.

"How dare you! How could a youngster like you be so arrogant and speak without any reservation? You didn't even pay us any respect. Now, you intend to trample all over us?" Ke Zhe barked at his atrocity. Knitting his brows, Yan Buping narrowed his eyes unhappily at Ye Fan. "Please watch your words, the Unrivalled. No doubt, being young is an edge. You shouldn't be so insolent.

"I address you by your title out of respect to the Sword Saint, and the King of Fighters - leaders of the War God Castle. It wasn't entirely because of who you are. I've said this once, and I'll say it again; know your place and watch your attitude. The new may be constantly replacing the old. But sometimes, it's easier said than done."

Yan Buping kept his composure, unlike Ke Zhe who had gone ballistic.

Though he was polite in his speech, the underlying threat in his message was crystal clear.

After saying his piece, Yan Buping instructed Ke Zhe and the rest to leave.

"Mr. Yan, how can we leave without receiving an apology from the rude junior?" The latter was not satisfied with how everything turned out, and he wanted to teach Ye Fan a lesson.

"That's enough! I've told you, he's still a Supreme Grandmaster. Regardless of how he attained the title, he's not an easy character to tackle. There's no need to create further conflict by engaging in a fight with him," Yan Buping reprimanded him softly.

"Mr. Yan, why have you become so weak? I can't tolerate him like you do. If we don't teach him a lesson, he'll never learn to respect us." Ke Zhe was extremely upset.

"You can say anything you want, but don't forget that he did defeat a grandmaster. Perhaps it would require a joint effort from all five of us to subdue him.

However, when he unleashes his power, it's very likely

that he will drag a few of us down to h*ll with him."

Although Ke Zhe had analyzed Ye Fan's skills in detail, Yan Buping felt they should not let their guards down.

I shall bear what I can, however long I can. That was Yan Buping's mantra for the day.

In the end, he managed to convince a fuming Ke Zhe not to pursue the matter further.

Right when they were about to leave, Ye Fan commanded once more, "For the last time, kneel."

Boom!

With no prior notice, he unleashed his power. A strong current of wind simultaneously came roaring in their direction and blew away the dark clouds.

That being said, the ground beneath his feet started to crack. The lines grew wider and wider like a cobweb.

The scene was witnessed by Yan Buping and all those who were present.

Wearing a grim expression, his hands started to tremble uncontrollably from the rising anger.

"It seems like the Unrivalled Grandmaster really wants us to kneel before him today. You are indeed full of yourself. After betraying the nation, you still have the cheek to put on airs and act like a big shot? Ever the War God, Ye Qingtian, won't be so arrogant to ask me to kneel before him."

Yan Buping could no longer suppress his emotions. Chuckling, he continued to lash out on Ye Fan, "Do you really think you have exceptional power just because of your title? It's all a joke! You're just a young fellow who has practiced martial arts for over twenty years. Don't act all high and mighty. Had the War God not pleaded on your behalf, the martial arts world in China would have stripped your title away!

"In all my years of conquest, I've seen it all, be it the good, the bad, and the ugly. However, I've not encountered someone who is as ridiculously outrageous and defiant as you! You want us all to kneel before you? What gives?"

Each word was meant to hurt Ye Fan to the core, like a resounding smack across his face.

"If that's the case, there's nothing more I have to say. Since you refuse to kneel, I shall give you a hand."

As soon as he said that, the menacing look on Ye

Fan's face became more intense.

He raised his foot and stomped on the ground hard as he exuded a frightening aura.

"Kneel!"

Thump!

Simultaneously, a massive gravitational pull unleashed from his feet hit Van Buping's knees.

The latter's clothes ripped apart, and his body turned into a mass of bleeding flesh.

"Arghhh!" Van Buping fell on his knees with an agonizing yelp.

"Mr. Van! Bastard, how dare you lay a finger on Mr. Van in such a sneaky way! You ask for this." Glowering at Ye Fan, Ke Zhe shouted angrily and charged toward him.