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Worth Deserving Chapter 1943

After kicking the Frodo King, Ye Fan did not stop moving forward.

He had said that if he didn’t deliver the people, then he would step on the Floo Palace.

Now, it was also time to honour his promise.

Just like that, Ye Fan lifted his feet and with a flash of his body, he soon arrived at the bottom of the Frodo Palace.

He stepped on the stone steps and slowly made his way up.

When they saw Ye Fan in person, the disciples guarding the gate of the Floo Palace were undoubtedly all scared to death.

Just now, Ye Fan and King Froh’s amazing battle was a thousand metres apart.

Even though they were a thousand metres apart, the disciples underneath the Floo Palace could still see them clearly.

Therefore, the moment Ye Fan descended, they instantly recognised this supreme ruthless man who had just killed a man in the way of Buddha.

So much so that, the first half of Ye Fan’s journey up to Frodo Palace, no one dared to stop him, and it was only in the second half of the journey that some Frodo Palace disciples who were not afraid of death, stopped Ye Fan in his path.

“We, we vow to live and die with the Frodo Palace!”

Some people let out such impa*sioned roars.

Faced with such loyal disciples, Ye Fan naturally did as they wished.

A majestic palm slapped down with fury, and these people in front of him did not even have time to scream before they were slapped into mush by Ye Fan.

The crimson blood washed over the ground like a stream, flowing into the trees on either side, becoming their most natural nourishment.

Just like this, a country’s martial arts holy land was like no man’s land under Ye Fan’s feet.

All the disciples of the Buddha’s Law Palace faced Ye Fan as if they were facing the devil.

The fear and trembling that came from the heart made him unable to have the slightest courage to confront him.

Even the Palace Master had been defeated.

How could they be his opponents, these little minions?

Battles at the level of the Seal Master were simply beyond the reach of people at their level.

Just like this, in just a few breaths, Ye Fan made his way unhindered and soon arrived underneath the Floo Divine Hall.

The ancient and solemn hall, like an ancient beast of the flood, sprawled across this place, guarding this heaven and earth.

Behind the hall were layers of mountains hidden in the clouds and mist.

Ye Fan stood in front of the great hall, standing with his hands folded.

His majestic voice resounded through the heavens and earth like a morning bell and evening drum.

“You, the crickets of the Indian Kingdom, hand over Yao’er.”

“I will leave your bodies intact!”

“If not, I, Chu Tianfan, will leave you all dead and buried!”

Rumble…

The earth trembled.

The Florentine divine Hall, which had been smashed to one side, had a few more beams break under Ye Fan’s angry voice.

The deafening sound, as if it was a sonic boom, radiated in all directions with Ye Fan as the centre.

However, no one responded.

The few remaining sealed powerhouses of the Buddha Lo Palace did not know where they had gone.

Ye Fan did not have much patience as he shouted again in a cold voice, “Three seconds, come out and lead death!”

“Otherwise, these thousands of disciples of yours will stain your Floo Sacred Land red!”

Ye Fan’s words were morose.

Those already terrified Frodo disciples were undoubtedly scared out of their minds even more after hearing this.

Finally…

It seemed that Ye Fan’s threat had taken effect.

Only, a wretched and miserable figure slowly emerged in the void on top of the divine mountain behind the Froh divine Hall.

Behind him, there were two other people.

The Indian Heavenly King, Burning Heaven, and the last Sealed Patriarch of the Frodo Palace, Bape.

These three had, as it were, become the last line of defence for the martial dao of the Indian Kingdom.

“How many years have it been, Chu Tianfan, and you are still the first person to injure this king?”

“However, do not think that my Indian Country’s martial dao is at the end of its rope.”

“My magnificent Indian Kingdom, with thousands of years of heritage and heritage, how can you alone, be able to step on it?”

“Chu Tianfan, next, I will definitely make you pay a painful price!”

At the top of the divine Mountain, King Buddha Lo’s grim-faced, resentment-filled voice slowly rang out.

He was still alive, but his breath was obviously much weaker.

Just now, Ye Fan’s attack had not been able to take his life, but he had basically been seriously injured and could hardly fight anymore.

But Ye Fan also wondered, where did a fellow who only had a few breaths left in him get the courage to still dare to speak harshly at him?

Ye Fan, however, snorted, “Is that so?”

“With just you three defeated dogs?”

Ye Fan was truly amused by King Buddha Lo and the others.

Thanks to them, they were still Sealed Patriarchs, guardians of a country’s martial dao and leaders.

But what was the result?

He himself had killed them at his doorstep, and the three of them had gone straight to the mountains to hide, running faster than those disciples, standing a long way away to put harsh words at him.

It seemed that in front of life and death, these so-called martial dao leaders couldn’t even care less about their faces.

“Chu Tianfan, don’t get C*cky!”

“If you are really capable, do you dare to come up here?”

“We, at the top of this divine mountain, will fight to the death!”

The Indian Heavenly King Burning Heaven shouted angrily.

This man who had previously been beaten by Ye Fan and fled from the small island to the mountain, at this moment, he even dared to shout at Ye Fan.

Ye Fan could not help but sneer, “Isn’t this the Indigo Heavenly King Burning Heaven?”

“Burning Heaven, don’t you think you’re a broomstick?”

“Your own lair was terminated, and now you’re dragging the Frodo Palace along with you?”

Ye Fan shook his head and laughed, before taking to the air and fiercely stomping down with one foot.

The ancient hall, which had spanned several centuries, collapsed under Ye Fan’s feet.

It was like gla*s falling to the ground, splitting in pieces!

At that time, King Buddha Lo and the others’ eyes went red.

“b*****d!”

“You beast.”

“Why did you destroy it?”

“It’s not like anyone’s in there anymore…”

The Buddha King was furious and as he roared, a mouthful of blood spat out again.

“Son of a b*tch!”

“You’re destroying a relic!”

“You are condemned by heaven!”

Bape was also cursing.

Although the Buddhist Temple was just a palace, it had been around for nearly a thousand years and had long since become a symbol of the martial arts of the Indian country.

But now, it had been stepped on by Ye Fan!

It was like, the presidential palace had been blown up.

That kind of impact on the spirit and faith was far more violent than the physical body, more so.

“Don’t blame me, blame Burning Heaven.”

“Who told him to run towards here.”

“Do you think that if Burning Heaven hadn’t lured me here, your senior brother would have died, this Frodo Palace Master wouldn’t be in such a state, and your Frodo palace, even less, would have been trampled down.”

“Ai…”

“Such a spoilsport, and you still protect him?”

“If it were me, I would have chopped off his head long ago.”

Ye Fan paralyzed his hands and said in a fake innocent manner.

“Chu Tianfan, I gra*s my a*s!”

“You caused me!”

Burning Weather cursed out loud.

He was already unpopular within the Florentine Palace, and now Ye Fan was stirring things up, so one could imagine that in the future, Burning Heaven was afraid that he would not want to live his life in the martial dao of India.

Of course, the prerequisite was that there was a future.

“Come up!”

“If you are a man, come up here and fight me!”

Burning Heaven was still there calling for a fight.

At first Ye Fan was undoubtedly a little puzzled.

These few people, where did they get the confidence to still dare to call for a battle with himself?

Could it be that there was still some underhanded card that he didn’t know about?

“What?”

“Chu Tianfan, don’t you dare?”

“If you don’t dare to come up, then get the hell out of Indian Country!”

“As for your woman, I will take good care of her for you.” Burning Heaven deliberately stimulated Ye Fan.

This kind of low-level excitement was something that Ye Fan naturally saw through at a glance.

However, he did not care.

“Why wouldn’t you dare?”

“I would like to see, what other cards do you have?”

Ye Fan sneered.

He directly stepped over.

“Five hundred metres…”

“Three hundred meters.”

“One hundred meters!”

….

“Fifty meters!”

….

As they watched Ye Fan’s figure approaching closer and closer, King Buddha and the others had fiery eyes.

There was a fire of madness and excitement leaping in their old eyes!

“It’s here!”

Finally, King Buddha Luo shouted fiercely.

And then a jade token appeared in the hands of the three at some point.

The three of them simultaneously exerted their strength and directly crushed it.

Immediately afterwards, the three men knelt in unison and shouted respectfully in the direction of the divine mountain.

“Please, ancestor, kill the demons and save my Indian country!”

…..

“Please, ancestor, save my Indian country!”

…….

Huzzah!

Amidst the sounds of reverence and respect, a golden light rose from the sky beneath the three men’s feet from within the divine mountain.

Clouds swept in and Buddhist light enveloped them.

An ancient and majestic humanoid figure emerged on top of the divine mountain.

It was as if the “Buddha” had revealed himself as a saint!