A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)
Chapter 1824

It had been days since Ye Fan's death.

The sea where he ended his own life had reverted to its calm state.

The sea waves rolled, overlapped, and fell back into the waters.

Traces of the devastating fight had been washed away.

It looked like nothing had ever happened, and no one was ever there.

Birds were still chirping, and the sun never stopped rising every morning.

Ye Fan's existence or the lack thereof seemed to have no influence on the world.

In fact, the martial arts world had actually become more peaceful after his death.

As martial artists around the world returned to their normal lives, some cultivated vigorously while some indulged in the power they were holding. There were also those who wallowed in coital pleasure, contributing greatly to continuing the line of the human race.

As for Chu Sect, they were working hard to restore their base after the war.

Chu Yuan, who went hunting down the mysterious man, came back empty-handed after scouring around for days.

He wasn't too pleased, but it wasn't something that worried him either.

The scene where innumerable swords pierced through Ye Fan's heart was witnessed by many.

Unless he was a god or deity, there was no way he could walk out of that alive.

That was why Chu Yuan gave up even though he had put in tremendous effort in the search. Instead, he focused more on recovering from his injuries.

"Chu Sect will prosper and execute all our prodigious visions! Now that Chu Tianfan's dead, no one will be in our way. Hahaha!"

Laughter reverberated on Mount Chumen.

Chu Yuan's ambition which had been subdued for a long time was finally reignited.

Meanwhile, the martial arts world in China erupted into chaos. Almost everyone was looking for Mortal Sparks, who had envisioned every martial artist in the nation reachingtheirfull potential. Sadly, all searches came to nothing.

Of course, Sword Saint wasn't completely cooped up in this muddle. He was also keeping a close watch on Dragon God Hall in Jiangdong.

"These people are truly competent, and they're in great numbers. What a formidable force they are!

"Dragon God Hall lost their leader after the death of Chu Tianfan, so we should use this opportunity to persuade them into joining WarGod Castle, Sword Saint."

"With those capable fighters, our collective strength will multiply, and our position in the martial arts world would rise. We might even be on the same level as Chu Sect!"

Mo Wuya shared his perspective when they were discussing Dragon God Hall.

It was like a eureka moment for Sword Saint.

"That's a brilliant idea! I need capable men in times like this. After all, Chu Tianfan has fallen, and Mortal Spark, the revered maestro, is nowhere to be found. If they join us amidst this chaos, China's martial arts world would achieve more greatness!"

Consequently, Sword Saint had Tang Hao and Mo Wuya take up the responsibility of contacting the fighters of Dragon God Hall. They were going to go to Jiangdong personally and meet the fighters.

"Tang Hao, good luck with your task! Tell them that I will grant them anything they ask for as long as they are willing to join War God Castle and be part of China's martial arts world. I would even grant them the title of Hall Master if that's what they want. Remember! You have to always show them our utmost sincerity," Sword Saint reminded Tang Hao.

"Yes, Sword Saint!"

Tang Hao acknowledged and took some gifts before heading to Jiangdong to see the people of Dragon God Hall.

While Sword Saint was having a discussion about recruiting men from Dragon God Hall, those very men he was talking about had come to a decision to dismantle Dragon God Hall.

They initially wanted Han to take over the position of Hall Master, but he declined the promotion.

In truth, he wasn't trying to be modest. He rejected the offer because he knew that he wasn't capable enough to undertake that role.

How would he be able to withhold the supremacy of Dragon God Hall when he was not competent enough?

Before the death of Ye Fan, Han was the advisor and was in charge of relaying messages from his boss.

No one at Dragon God Hall dared to go against his words.

Despite that, Han knew very well that the people were not actually obeying him but Ye Fan.

Thanks to Ye Fan's capabilities, Han was able to manage these formidable fighters with ease.

Yet, Ye Fan was dead, and they would need a new leader. A man like him, who wasn't well versed in martial arts, would never be able to keep these men

in check.

Ye Fan's influence might still work in his favor at the moment, but it would be a matter of time before he lost control over the fighters of Dragon God Hall.

Once people were over Ye Fan's death, they wouldn't listen to Han anymore. His title as the Hall Master would carry no significance, becoming merely a meaningless rank. Besides that, Han wasn't interested at all in taking the helm.

He only stayed in Dragon God Hall all these years as his gesture of appreciation to Ye Fan.

What was the point of managing Dragon God Hall if Ye Fan wasn't there anymore?

Soon, people were proposing names of potential Hall Masters.

Needless to say, none of the candidates were convincing enough.

Only after a few days of discussion did they realize that Ye Fan was the only person who could manage Dragon God Hall.

That was why they wanted to temporarily dismantle it and inconspicuously look for Ye Fan's body.

Right when Xue Renyang and his men were about to leave Jiangdong and return to their homes, Tang Hao paid them a visit out of the blue and expressed his desire to recruit them.

"If you join us, I can guarantee that the standard of China's martial arts would improve by leaps and bounds. That will be the time you can avenge your Dragon Master! Also, to show our utmost sincerity, we're more than happy to offer one of the Hall Master positions of War God Castle."

Tang Hao continued earnestly, "Please let me know if you have other conditions that you'd like us to fulfill. Our goal is to have you join us and work hand in hand to achieve a better future. Anything is negotiable."

However, the fighters of Dragon God Hall didn't bat an eyelid. They merely turned around and walked away.

"Everyone, please give it some thought. As I said, there's always room for negotiation." Tang Hao was getting anxious.

"Tang Hao, save your breath," Xue Renyang went up to him and offered a piece of advice. "War God Castle won't be able to reign over them. They only acknowledge one Hall Master, and that's Ye Fan. Please leave as soon as possible. After all, they're not a big fan of War God Castle, to begin with."

Eventually, having failed his mission, Tang Hao went back to Mount Yan.

To his utter shock, what came into sight when he got back to Mount Yan was a catastrophic scene. The prosperous mountain he was familiar with was nowhere to be found.

In its place was a horrifying wasteland covered with ruins and debris.

"W-What happened? Did that m-man do this? He's h-here again?"

Both Tang Hao and Mo Wuya froze in stupefaction.

They had just left home for a few days, but the horrifying scene was what greeted them when they were back.

The silhouette of a lanky man emerged in their minds when they saw the wretched state of their base.

They couldn't imagine anyone else other than that fellow tearing this place down.

"This can't be right. Chu Tianfan should be dead, no? Could it be that he came back to life? Come on, Wuya. Let's hurry back!" Tang Hao realized how serious the situation was and immediately dashed up Mount Van.

Whoosh!

The bone-piercing cold wind blew and whipped the scattered rocks into the air.

Aslenderfigure with a sword in its hand could be seen standing in front of the hall of Mount Yan.

She was showered in golden specks, looking very much like a deity wafting down to earth.

An air of strong authority enveloped her, and in front of her were King of Fighters and Sword Saint. Blood trailed the edges of their mouths, and they looked as pale as ghosts. They were so badly injured that they needed to lean on the pillar at the entrance of the hall to get back on their feet.

"King of Fighters, Sword Saint, are you all right? What's going on? Was there an earthquake?" Tang Hao shouted in confusion as he charged up the

mountain.

Swoosh! They heard the deafening sound of a sword cutting through the air when they got to the hall.

Before they could see what was coming, a Seven Foot Green Blade lanced through the air and punctured the ground, slitting Mo Wuya's clothing in the process.

It scared the bejesus out of him, and he fell to his knees with a loud thud.

Blood drained from his face, and he was trying to catch his breath.

At that moment, that sword was only an inch away from his crotch.

If it had landed any closer to Mo Wuya, the line of the Mo family would have probably ended there.