A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)
Chapter 1659

Chu Zhengliang was shocked to see Ye Fan attack the elders, so he hurriedly stepped in to defend them.

He let out a powerful counterstrike and neutralized the attack.

He shot an angry glare at Ye Fan and planted himself between the latter and his clan.

"You unfilial b*stard! How dare you attack your family? Are you courting your own death?

"On account of my family blood coursing in your veins, I will cut you some slack. If you don't want to suffer a horrible death, end your own life! At least you get to keep your corpse intact." Upon saying that, Chu Zhengliang took a sword from the guard beside him and threw it at Ye Fan's feet.

Ye Fan chuckled and mocked, "Hahaha! You must have fried your brain practicing 'Invoke the Celestial Cloud' over the years! Would I make my way here to Mount Chumen to seek you out if I have no confidence to defeat all of you? I have worked hard for ten years just for today. Now is the time for the Chus to pay for what you did to my mother and me!"

Ye Fan's tone was cold, filled with extreme hatred and anger.

"Make us pay?" Chu Zhengliang laughed as the guests from overseas, including Mochizuki Kawa, joined him.

Even Tang Hao and Xiao Chen shook their heads in disbelief at his boast.

Although Chu Tianfan had great potential and capability, he was not one of the top ten in the Sky Ranking yet. Without including the Chu Sect, it could be a challenge for him to deal with the Chu family on his

own.

A few members of the family were ranked among the top ten in the Sky Ranking, so it was arrogant of Ye Fan to think he could defeat them single-handedly.

That was the reason the Sword Saint predicted he would not be able to leave Mount Chumen alive. The Chu family had many hidden talents, and it was simply wishful thinking on Ye Fan's part to think he could take them all.

As everyone looked at Ye Fan in contempt, Chu Zhengliang said sarcastically, "My dear nephew, I do acknowledge your prowess and ability. After all, I heard you single-handedly stormed Japan and crushed them. However, do you think the tiny Japanese martial arts world is comparable to the mighty Chu family? Do you really think you can defeat us without help? Dream on! As your uncle, I advise you not to be too naive and arrogant."

Chu Zhengliang shook his head condescendingly, as though he had already won the fight.

Chu Qitian, who was watching from the side, also chuckled and ridiculed Ye Fan under his breath. "Stupid fella! A worthless abandoned child coming back to seek revenge because he thinks he has made some progress in life? Who does he think he is? What gives him the courage to challenge my family? He must be delusional!"

Most of the people present were smirking at Ye Fan; some threw him sympathetic looks and thought he was an imbecile.

He remained unfazed by the jeering and mocking. Instead, he smiled. "Oh? Who told you I came alone?"

His calm nonchalance instantly shut everyone up. Even Chu Zhengliang's mocking smile gradually disappeared.

He frowned lightly and stared at Ye Fan intently.

"Don't tell me you came with accomplices?"

Boom!

The latter responded by stomping his foot on the floor. The powerful impact shook the building and caused another crack.

Then he let a thunderous roar. "Dragon Slayers, show yourselves!"

Gusty winds whipped up the dust and shrouded Mount Chumen in a brownish haze. Battle cries shattered its tranquility. Suddenly, everyone felt an immense pressure weighing them down.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Outside the hall, following gusts of sudden winds, a few dark figures glided through the air and descended without a sound.

Their movements were slow, but every step they made sent a tremor to the ground.

The four walked toward Ye Fan and bowed respectfully.

"Earth God, Gaius."

"Fire God, Owen." "Water God, Su Muqiu."

"Wind God, Cecil."

"Our greetings to you, Dragon Master!" The Dragon Slayers said in unison.

Dragon Master?

The display of reverence left everyone astounded.

The Sword Saint and Tang Hao were left speechless by the appearance of the four slayers. Then it hit them.

It's them Why are they here? The Dragon Slayers are under Ye Fan's command?

Dumbfounded, both men stood in a daze while their brains went into instant overdrive.

The others didn't know the four men since they hadn't met. Regardless, Xiao Chen and Tang Hao recognized them at one glance.

The Dragon Slayers first appeared in Jiangdong. They also succeeded in defending Jingzhou against three of the Six Pillars of China.

The Water God Su Muqiu, also known as the Ice Emperor, was formerly one of the six Supreme Grandmasters of China.

Indeed, the four men were the same Supremes who appeared that fateful night.

At that time, Xiao Chen and the others thought the four men worked for Tang Yun, head of Chu Sect, and had received orders to rescue her.

However, the reverent attitude they had for Ye Fan explained everything. They worked for Ye Fan, not Chu Sect.

No! It's impossible! How could an abandoned kid command the respect of so many Supremes? How did that happen?

Sword Saint simply could not figure out how Ye Fan accomplished that feat. The War God Castle, being the leader of the martial arts world of a huge country like China, could only brag about the Six Pillars. Yet a young man like Ye Fan, who grew up among commoners, became the commander of elites such as the Dragon Slayers.

Combining the forces of his caliber and the four Supremes, Ye Fan could easily overrun China and the War God Castle!

That thought horrified the Sword Saint. The memory of his earlier behavior caused another wave of regret.

Color drained from his face. He was trembling involuntarily and staring at Ye Fan with reddened eyes for grossly underestimating the young man.

It also became clear to him why Ye Fan was unmoved by the War God's countless invitations to join the War God Castle.

Indeed, they were insignificant compared to the powers he commanded.

"Hahaha..." Xiao Chen burst into fits of dismal laughter for being a conceited fool. His decision to strip Ye Fan's title had resulted in an irreversible loss.