A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)
Chapter 1858

"This sense of intimidation and power... Could it be..."

He did not expect this catastrophe to arise from what seemed like an innocuous event.

When the chilly gust of wind blew across the door, Lu Zimingand Zhang Jiuling were taken aback simultaneously.

A grim expression crossed Zhang Jiuling's face as a crazy thought emerged in his mind.

Almost subconsciously, he held his breath.

At the same time, a voice that he had not heard for ages suddenly rang across the Zhang residence.

"What's wrong? Are you that unwilling to see me, Mr. Zhang?"

A chuckle entered everyone's ears brashly.

When Zhang Jiuling and Zhang Zixi glanced outside, the entrance was still pitch black.

However, when they looked out again, a thin figure was standing in the middle of the doorway.

No one knew how he appeared-it was as if he just appeared out of thin air.

Zhang Zixi even thought she was hallucinating.

However, no matter how hard she rubbed her eyes, the figure remained standing there like an unmovable mountain.

An endless expanse of darkness lay behind him.

Meanwhile, the yellow hue of the mansion lit up the space in front of him.

Light and darkness intertwined with each other, making it look like the forked path leading to the mortal world and hell.

A step backward would bring one back to hell, while a step forward would bring one to the mortal world.

"Who... Who are you?" questioned Zhang Zixi as she gripped her sword tightly, her face turning pale.

This scene was undoubtedly extremely terrifying for juniors like her.

However, the person gave no response as he continued standing there silently in the darkness.

The chilly winter wind caused his sleeves to flutter in the air.

Underneath the light, his dragon mask seemed even more menacing.

"A dragon mask? C-Could you be the man in the dragon mask who has created such a huge commotion in the martial arts world?" asked Zhang Zixi in surprise. The fearful look in her eyes quickly transformed into a look of delight and admiration.

After Ye Fan's demise, the man in the dragon mask had risen. He had been attacking the members of the Chu Sect all over the world.

In fact, he had already slain multiple Grandmasters of the Chu Sect.

There was an extremely deep grudge between the Chu Sect and China.

Hence, a ruthless man deliberating targeting the Chu Sect would naturally have multiple fans in China's martial arts world.

Zhang Zixi was one of them.

Though she knew she was too weak to fight the Chu Sect, it did not stop her from admiring someone who was powerful and charismatic enough to kill the Chu Sect.

However, Zhang Jiuling shook his head quickly. "It's not him. I've seen videos of the man in the dragon mask. The mask he's wearing is different from this. You aren't the man in the dragon mask. Who are you? Why are you pretending to be him?" interrogated Zhang Jiuling solemnly, his face grim.

The man chuckled. "Didn't the head of the Lu Clan tell you who I am?"

When Zhang Jiuling heard his response, his heart skipped a beat, and his expression changed drastically.

With that, the man reached out his arm and took off the mask, revealing a handsome and calm face.

At that moment, Zhang Jiuling-the respected head of the Zhang family and the Grandmaster of Jiangbei-felt as though he had been struck by thunder.

He was dumbfounded.

"Y-You... T-This..."

As if he had lost his mind, Zhang Jiuling widened his eyes until they almost popped out. Trembling vigorously, he pointed at the man in front of him with a look of utter disbelief.

"H-How is this possible? T-This is impossible! How can y-you still be alive?"

Zhang Jiuling stared at the man in front of him before looking at Lu Ziming.

He had lived for years, but nothing in his past had ever been as shocking as that exact moment.

Never would he have expected Lu Ziming to be telling the truth.

He's not dead yet! He's still alive! That devil is alive and has come back!

Back then, all the martial arts leaders, the Three Families of the Chu Sect, the fighters in the god realm, and numerous Supremes had joined forces to attack him. Still, they could not kill him. After two years, that "dead" man had returned!

Oh, my God! Why isn't he dead yet? How is he still alive?

Why did he come back? Is he back for revenge? Is he going to kill everyone who was involved in attacking him back then? I'm afraid that not even China's martial arts world will be spared! The King of Fighters, Sword Saint, and those from Jiangbei who participated in the attack on Ye Fan will probably have to die. It will be the end of China's martial arts world-no, the entire world!

Zhang Jiuling was almost paralyzed by fear.

His legs buckled; he was so scared that he almost crumpled to the ground.

Tears immediately streamed down his cheeks.

"You don't have to be so emotional upon seeing me, Mr. Zhang. Although we've never met, I've come to Jiangbei many years ago. Now that I remember it, that trip to Jiangbei had been very hasty. I didn't have time to visit you. That was rude of me."

Ye Fan smiled benevolently.

If someone who did not know Ye Fan saw his expression, he would assume that Ye Fan was just a friendly and harmless young man.

However, Zhang Jiuling knew he was a natural-born killer.

Hundreds of martial artists from Jiangbei had been buried underneath Westlake by him.

In fact, the Lu Clan, which used to be the most powerful force in Jiangbei, had been eliminated by him overnight.

The three pillars of China on Mount Van could not do anything about him.

He had even attacked and escaped from Chu Sect twice. Rumors had it that Chu Zhengliang, the head of the Chu family, was still shrieking in fury at the top of Mount Chumen.

He was undoubtedly a cruel man. When Zhang Jiuling saw Chu Tianfan's smile, he felt as though he was looking right at a grim reaper.

"You... W-What do you want to do? How has Jiangbei offended you? Why are you refusing to let the people of Jiangbei off the hook? It was Lu Hua and the Lu Clan who aggravated you. Why must you vent your anger on the people of Jiangbei?" asked Zhang Jiuling fearfully, his face ashen.

He felt extremely aggrieved.

There were so many people who had attacked him back then, but he's targeting Jiangbei the moment he appears instead of looking for other people. However, after Zhang Jiuling asked that question, he thought it was meaningless, and his fear subsided a lot.

Filled with despair, he laughed self-mockingly. "Forget it. I won't ask you anything. For someone with a status like yours, who you wish to kill and when you kill them is nothing but a random thought. There's no need for any reason! Furthermore, I really understand your plight, Mr. Chu. I understand why you hate China so much and why the first thing you do is to take revenge on China's martial arts world. After all, the actions of China's martial arts world were very ruthless. You treated your own nation as your last refuge, even going to all lengths and overcoming all obstacles just to return to your hometown. At that moment, you probably believed that everything would be all right, that you would be safe once you came home. It was like a warrior yearning for home while fighting a battle overseas. However, it was not the protection of your compatriots that welcomed you, but the War God Castle's merciless indifference and the brutality of China's martial arts world. If I were in your shoes, I would have committed suicide out of despair, too. It's natural that you'll hate China."

After a slight pause, he continued weakly, "As the martial arts leader of Jiangbei, I'm willing to die tonight to atone for the sins of the martial artists here. However, I hope that after I die, you will not kill the martial artists of Jiangbei. At the very least, leave some people on Jiangbei's lands. I'm begging you."

His voice was tinged with a pleading and pitiful tone.

Back then, multiple nations had teamed up to oppose Ye Fan.

In truth, the martial arts world in China had debated over whether to protect him.

Until now, Zhang Jiuling still remembered that fateful day. The pillars of China in the War God Castle had gathered all the martial arts leaders from all provinces except for Jiangdong. They were summoned to Mount Yan to discuss the matter.