A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)
Chapter 1829

"Instead of fulfilling the wish for him, all of you just watched at the side. You watched as your fellow compatriot died in front of your own eyes. You watched as China's Supreme collapsed right in front of the nation's borders. A proud man like him eventually committed suicide. How much hopelessness must he have felt when he picked up the sword and stabbed himself? How much despair was engulfing him? All he wanted was to go home..."

Ye Qingtian spoke slowly. His voice was filled with sorrow.

For a moment, tears glistened in his eyes.

"Ye..." When Tang Hao looked at him, his heart ached too.

Even Sword Saint and the King of Fighters lowered their heads and sighed continuously. Sword Saint and the other two were already mentally prepared to face the War God's fury. After all, they had been involved in multiple conflicts and arguments because of Ye Fan.

Although the previous conflicts were not major or lifethreatening, War God still got angry with them because of these incidents involving Ye Fan. This time, they failed to protect Ye Fan-in fact, they watched as Ye Fan collapsed just a distance away from China without doing anything. Sword Saint and King of Fighters were certain that War God would definitely blame them for it.

He would blame them for letting Ye Fan die, for not doing anything as the genius of China met his downfall, and for failing to protect Ye Fan. Tang Hao and the rest thought that Ye Qingtian would feel furious about Ye Fan's death.

However, to their surprise, Ye Qingtian seemed uncharacteristically quiet.

He was not overwhelmed with fury, nor did he bellow in rage.

He was just laughingthere alone.

His laughter was mirthless, filled with boundless sorrow and disappointment.

War God's abnormal reaction caused Sword Saint and the rest to panic.

"Are you okay, Ye? I know that the martial arts world of China did not deal with this perfectly, but you should understand our grievances too. Even if we had intervened, we couldn't have protected him. Ye Fan made everyone furious. He killed too many people.

He was surrounded by the martial artists of dozens of nations, with Chu Yuan, a fighter who had surpassed Supreme, leading them. It's impossible for him to survive. That's just how life is. My condolences to you," coaxed Mo Gucheng, King of Fighters.

A worried look appeared in Sword Saint's eyes as Tang Hao expressed his condolences to War God as well.

However, Ye Qingtian continued chuckling in anguish as if he could not hear their consolations.

"Forget it. This is the end of the decades we've spent together. There's no point in staying in War God Castle if it's in this state now. This is the end."

Ye Qingtian stared at the sky and chuckled. His deep voice overflowed with disappointment and despair.

He shot one last glance at War God Castle, then at the mountainous terrains underneath him.

Suddenly, Ye Qingtian felt like he was witnessing the scene of these young, ambitious warriors hitting it off immediately. At the peak of Mount Yan, they founded War God Castle, which represented the most powerful force in China's martial arts world.

Back then, they were the pillars of China. They had a lofty ambition-to protect the citizens of China and spread the fame of China's martial arts world far and wide.

However, as time progressed, they lost sight of their initial goal.

"Ye, what do you mean? What's the end? What are you planning to do?" demanded Tang Hao anxiously with widened eyes, having picked up something wrong.

Ye Qingtian shook his head, his tone filled with disappointment. "This is no longer WarGod Castle that I wish to protect. From now on, you're by yourselves. I'm leaving War God Castle and will never set foot or Mount Yan ever again!"

Instantly, War God's words hit Sword Saint and the rest like a thunder strike.

Everyone in the castle was stunned.

"Ye, you... What are you saying? Are you quitting War God Castle?"

Sword Saint widened his eyes as his body trembled.

Tang Hao and King of Fighters were similarly shocked-waves of emotions crashed over them.

Even Mo Wuya was astonished.

Evidently, they did not expect War God to quit War God Castle.

After all, Ye Qingtian was the guardian angel of China's martial arts world-he was the pillar of faith for the martial artists in the country.

No one could surpass War God's authority and impact on the whole of China.

If he left like that, War God Castle's status as the most powerful force in China's martial arts world would disintegrate.

Hence, the expressions of Sword Saint and the rest changed drastically when they heard that.

"Ye, you cannot quit! War God Castle needs you!"

"Indeed, War God. Don't act rashly out of fury. Let's sit down and discuss. We're all buddies. There's nothing that we can't reach an agreement about," persuaded Tang Hao and the rest hurriedly. However, War God ignored them.

Since he was already determined, he spun around and left after saying those words.

"Ye, you cannot leave! We won't let you leave! We founded War God Castle together. Are you really going to leave everything behind and stop caring about it?"

Tang Hao and the rest could no longer stand idly by after seeing that War God was actually going to leave.

They rushed forward and blocked Ye Qingtian's way.

Even Sword Saint and King of Fighters rushed forward and stood in front of him.

"Ye, you cannot leave! Anyone in War God Castle can leave but you!" stated Sword Saint solemnly, refusing to let Ye Qingtian quit.

However, the latter remained unaffected by their efforts to make him stay.

His scarred face was filled with a frosty and menacing look.

"Move!" instructed Ye Qingtian.

However, King of Fighters and the rest did not budge.

This time, Ye Qingtian lost all patience.

The fury that he had been suppressing exploded at that moment.

"You bunch of f eking incompetent cowards, get lost!" bellowed Ye Qingtian furiously.

A stupendous force gathered in front of him before erupting with a blast.

Instantly, the ground shattered, and the rocks came tumbling down the cliffs.

Sword Saint and the other two were sent staggering backward by Ye Qingtian's force. However, War God did not stop there.

After unleashing his energy, he aimed a punch at the three people in front of them.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

With three thunderous booms, Sword Saint and the others were sent flying backward. Blood sputtered out from their mouths as they crumpled on the floor pathetically. "What are you doing, Ye? Are you crazy?" demanded Tang Hao, his eyes turning bloodshot.

Lying on the ground, he suppressed the agonizing pain in his body.

"Hahaha! I'm crazy! But no matter how crazy I might be, I will never watch my compatriot die! I will never watch as a prodigy from China is forced to his death right in front of my country's borders! You all claim to be so patriotic. However, when the time comes to truly be righteous, you reveal yourselves to be nothing but cowards! You can't even protect your compatriot right in front of your country's borders! How can cowards like you still remain in Mount Yan so shamelessly and lead China's martial arts world? I've already told you that Ye Fan is the future of the martial arts world. If Ye Fan lives, China's future lives! Now, because of your cowardice and incompetency, China has lost its pride! You've destroyed China's

future with your own hands! In the future, if China's martial arts world is destroyed by Chu Sect, it'll be thanks to the few of you!"

Ye Qingtian's face was twisted with anger as he clenched his fists.

Fury kept raging within him.

Furious, Ye Qingtian wished for nothing more than to kill those b*stards instantly.