A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)
Chapter 1790

Ye Fan's gaze was wintry while a cruel killer's intent burned inside him.

However, these were things that were not immediate and too premature to speak of in the present time.

Ye Fan knew well that his prospect of returning to China safely was an unknown in itself, but should he reemerge one day, he was certain that blood would flow like a river.

"Let's get you out of here first, Yurou."

Ye Fan lifted the barely alive He Yurou in his arms and leaped downstairs, but the moment he had his feet set upon the ground, nearly a hundred fighters from the Chu Sect came swarming in like the tide and had the pair completely surrounded.

Tang Xian, who was smote down from upstairs by Ye Fan's palm just a moment before, wiped the blood off the corner of his lips as he made his reappearance here.

"Seems to me that you really aren't that concerned about dying." Ye Fan cast a glance over with his tone sinister and threatening.

At the same time, an intensely imposing aura radiated off Ye Fan.

That oppressive mountain-like presence was no small source of disquiet for the disciples of the Chu Sect in the vicinity, who found themselves unconsciously backing off several paces.

Obviously, these people were already well acquainted with the dread that they had experienced last time from Ye Fan on Mount Chumen.

That fear of being dominated by Ye Fan was not exclusive to Tang Xian, as these disciples of the Chu Sect were no strangers to it either.

"1-1 think we'd better retreat, Mr. Tang."

"We ought to get Old Master over here," one of the Guardians of Chu Sect to the side said in a small and fretful voice.

The one before us is a born-killer. Even the head of the Chu Sect, Chu Zheng Hang, saw defeat at his hands and remains wailing and staked to Mount Chumen as we speak.

Nearly two thousand members throughout the ranks of the Chu Sect had been slain singlehandedly by Ye

Fan, so the few hundred of them really did not measure up before this natural born-killer.

Prior to their arrival, these people were under the impression that Ye Fan was on the cusp of death and did not pose a threat.

However, seeing him in the flesh impressed upon them that his body was not heavily wounded in the least, and having borne witness to Ye Fan's astonishing ability to heal himself, these fighters from the Chu Sect began to shrink.

"What are you panicking for? Surely you don't believe that Chu Tianfan could have resurrected himself from the brink of death within these few short days? He's just putting up a strong front!" barked Tang Xian solemnly.

Tang Xian, too, was scared out of his wits when Ye Fan suddenly showed up and charged at him in a way that caused him to completely lose his sense of judgment.

Yet, after he was knocked out of the park by Ye Fan just now, Tang Xian had since calmed and recollected himself.

In his esteem, Ye Fan could not possibly have recovered to full strength from the extent of injuries

sustained that day even if he was a deity reborn.

Moreover, had Ye Fan truly recovered from his injuries, Tang Xian would not have simply gotten injured from their last encounter; he should have been sent to the nether realms outright. Whatever the case, all the indications made Tang Xian almost certain that Ye Fan was actually putting on a false front.

"Don't just stand there! Get him!" Tang Xian suddenly bellowed.

Nevertheless, those Chu Sect fighters beside him exchanged apprehensive glances and remained unwilling to advance. "Bunch of useless fools! None of you can be counted on in these critical moments!"

Tang Xian was absolutely livid with his subordinates. Bereft of options, Tang Xian could only take it upon himself to strike. "Chu Sect Fatal Moves! Green Celestial Dragon!"

Although Tang Xian had a hunch that this was all just a bit of bravado from Ye Fan, he nonetheless dared

not underestimate the latter.

Thus with his first strike, he opted to go with the Chu Sect's most potent moves.

Against the dark backdrop of the night sky, a phantom of a green dragon slashed through the air and straight for Ye Fan.

Confronted with Tang Xian's abrupt burst of aggression, Ye Fan forcibly activated his powers, sending his flesh into a rapid transformation.

A ferocious punch was thrown out to meet the Qi of that Green Dragon.

Bang!

With a thunderous boom, a burst of Qi swept outward and sent the cars on both sides of the road flying.

With a dull grunt, Tang Xian planted his feet and staggered back several steps.

Under this same rush of power, Ye Fan, too, was sent back several paces in retreat.

In tandem, the energies in his innards were simultaneously sent into disarray, so much so he had to forcibly swallow back down the blood that reached his lips.

"Mr. Tang!"

"Are you all right?"

"Like I said, this Chu Tianfan is a monster."

"Shall we retreat?"

"We should head back and report to Old Master. Only he would be able to kill him..."

When they saw their head of elders beaten back, the Guardians beside him came forth once more with unease to offer consul and urge him to pull out.

"Fools! Can't you tell that this bugger is just forcing things? How would a number one in the Sky Ranking have been sent reeling from a blow by me otherwise?" Tang Xian lashed out at them with his foot while he railed in disapproval.

The fighters from the Chu Sect beside him suddenly had an epiphany.

"True, that!"

"How could Mr. Tang have beaten him back, considering his own capabilities?"

"It would seem that this punk's really faking it."

"What a cunning one this brat from China is!"

"To think he had us all fooled..."

"Like I said, how could a dying person possibly have fully recovered in just a couple of days?"

Following Tang Xian's personal attempt to probe, the trepidation was finally dispelled from the hearts of these martial artists from Chu Sect.

Right after, the lot of them began to surround Ye Fan in a multi-pronged attack at Tang Xian's command.

Truth be told, that played out exactly in the way Tang Xian envisioned.

At present, Ye Fan's meridians were damaged and his elixir field emptied, and all he could rely on was his own raw strength.

With that being the case, Ye Fan was unable to hold it together for too long. As he bore severe internal injuries, his body was unable to support his sustained efforts at battling at an intense level. Hence, battered by the Chu Sect's fighters from every angle, Ye Fan soon showed his weariness.

In the end, he was no longer able to suppress the poor circulation in his body and finally spat out a mouthful of crimson.

The Sword of Yunyangthat Ye Fan always carried with him was stabbed into the earth. It became a crutch that held up his body and prevented him from keeling over.

Under siege once more, Ye Fan had no regrets, save the guilt he felt toward the girl in his arms.

He then thought about how many people he had wound up burdening throughout his life.

"If possible, Yurou, please help me tell her that I'm sorry when you get to Jiangdong."

As Ye Fan spoke in a whisper, his lips lifted into a peaceful smile.

After that, he mustered up the last ounce of his strength to wrap He Yurou in his arms and cast her out into the distance.

What Ye Fan employed was a controlled application. That way, even when she touched the ground, there would be some counteracting forces to cushion her landing.

Tang Xian and company had no objections toward Ye Fan's sending off of He Yurou.

Let her leave. She's an absolute nobody anyway. So long as Ye Fan stays, it'll suffice!

"Haha... Bet you never saw this coming, Chu Tianfan? The youngest supreme grandmaster at present, the top fighter in the Sky Ranking, China's peerless prodigy, is perishing at my hands this day. Frankly, I should be thanking you, Chu Tianfan, for I, TangXian, shall have my name mentioned alongside yours during this episode in the annals of history throughout the centuries to come."

Tang Xian was unquestionably thrilled by the very notion of being able to slay Chu Tianfan with his own hands for even when dead, a monstrous talent like Chu Tianfan would surely find himself written into the history of the martial arts world to be studied and admired by future generations.

The attainment of the title of Supreme, the stomping of the Chu Sect, and becoming number one in the Sky

Ranking all in his twenties-would make the latter an unprecedented first whose name would echo through the ages.

Thus, the killing of Chu Tianfan would doubtlessly become the most glorious milestone of Tang Xian's life.

"Die!"

After he had his fill of laughing, Tang Xian struck. He unsheathed the short blade hidden inside his sleeve and slashed it toward Ye Fan's throat!

"Stop!"

At this moment, Tang Yun, who had hidden herself some distance away, could no longer stand idly by.

As the head of the Chu Sect, she naturally did not want her subordinates to learn of her relationship with Ye Fan, but with Ye Fan's life hanging in the balance, there was no more room for buts.