They really hated it!
Originally, they had come to attend Burning Heaven’s wedding on behalf of the country.
After drinking and giving gifts, they would go home to their wives and children after having a good time at public expense.
But who would have thought that they would end up in a place where they could not be buried?
It was all the fault of that D*mned Burning Sky!
That son of a b*tch, why did he have to provoke this vicious man, Chu Tianfan!
And that Buddha King, he was a fatherless thing too.
If it wasn’t for that b*****d son of a b*tch frantically bringing up the tempo, wouldn’t they people have gone on a killing spree against Ye Fan?!
Of course, this was not the most infuriating thing.
What was even more infuriating was that this group of sons of b*tches, the Buddha King, had gotten away with it after biasing them into the boat of thieves.
And the leader of the martial arts of the Indies, and the Lord of the Floating Palace?
It’s all f*cking sh*t!
It’s like a pile of sh*t.
The more these people in front of me thought about it, the angrier they became, and the more they regretted it.
But what was the use of remorse and anger?
It wasn’t like Burning Heaven and the others had put a knife to these people’s necks and forced them to deal with Ye Fan.
To put it bluntly, it was still these people who had greed within themselves.
They were not greedy for the treasures in Ye Fan’s body.
Now that they had come to this end, they could only say that they were to blame!
Boom!
Ye Fan slapped his palm down in anger.
The power of thunder was wrapped up in a thousand mighty forces, smashing down hard on the bottom.
The earth cracked and rocks crumbled.
Under Ye Fan’s palm, even the air was almost smashed into nothingness.
Not to mention those so-called Zong Shi powerhouses.
In the distance, Yue Yao and the others saw that the last group of martial powerhouses were also reduced to mush under Ye Fan.
Crimson blood washed over them.
The entire Vyas family’s manor had been completely dyed in blood red!
Whew~
The world, at once, fell silent.
The last of those people did not even have the time to scream before they completely returned to the nine heavens.
The original hustle and bustle immediately dispersed.
A few minutes ago, there was still a crowd of people.
But now, only Ye Fan was left standing indifferently.
He carried his sword on his back and stood between the rivers of heaven.
His face was expressionless and his eyebrows contained authority.
His face, which used to be clear and beautiful, could not be seen to contain the slightest emotion at this moment.
It was as cold as a million years of ice!
His indifferent gaze swept across the earth in all directions.
Until, Ye Fan’s eyes fell on the only remaining figure.
Beside him was blood flowing, and beneath him was flesh and blood.
It was in this purgatory-like environment that Ke Che knelt and submitted to the ground again.
He was trembling and swaying uncontrollably.
Tears mixed with snot were flowing out of his eyes.
“Lord Chu, spare my life…”
“I’m Ke Che, our patriarch of Yanxia…”
“We’ve met before.”
“We are both sons of Yanhuang, fellow countrymen.”
“I was just confused for a moment, and only then did I fall under the spell of that Burning Heaven and fall for the bullying of those b*****ds of the Seal of the Indies.”
“I beg Lord Chu, for the sake that we are all compatriots of one country, for the sake that we are all descendants of Yan Huang, for the sake of the Sword Saint War God and the others, for the sake of the Martial God Hall, please spare my life…”
“I beg you!”
“I promise that from now on, I will never make an enemy of you again.”
“I really won’t dare to do it again…”
“Just treat me like a fart…”
Ke Che knelt on the ground and kept begging.
With only one arm supporting his torso, he kept kowtowing.
His forehead smashed on the ground with a banging boom.
In the end, Ke Che’s entire body was smashed directly into blood.
Just to beg Ye Fan, to spare his life.
Hearing his plea for mercy, Ye Fan instantly laughed.
“For the sake of the Sword Saint?”
“For the sake of the Martial God Hall?”
“Hahahahaha…”
Ye Fan burst into laughter, and that smile was filled with sarcasm and depression.
The name Ke Che was naturally something Ye Fan had long since forgotten.
In the eyes of onlookers, a martial arts patriarch might be a great figure like the sky.
However, in Ye Fan’s eyes, the so-called Martial Arts Patriarchs were nothing more than ants.
With his limited memory, he naturally would not waste it on remembering such a small person.
Of course, it was also fortunate that Ye Fan had already forgotten about him.
Otherwise, Ye Fan would probably have to shoot him to death!
One must know that back then, Ke Che was ordered by the Martial God Hall to go to Jiangdong to apprehend Ye Fan.
When he didn’t find Ye Fan later, he prepared to kidnap Qiu Mu Orange to force Ye Fan to show himself.
In the end, Ye Fan arrived and severed the arms of several Yanxia Patriarchs as a way to make them remember the lesson.
But apparently, Ye Fan’s initial mercy did not make Ke Che grow to learn any lesson, but instead deepened his resentment towards Ye Fan.
Therefore, this time Ke Che joined the camp of the kingdoms directly and joined the others to join forces to surround and kill Ye Fan.
He thought that he would be able to share some of the treasures and also avenge his broken arm back then.
But who would have thought that Ye Fan would be too strong!
So strong that he could kill hundreds of people by himself!
In desperation, Ke Che had to kneel down and beg for mercy, begging Ye Fan to spare his life for the sake of being a martial artist of Yanxia, for the sake of the Sword Saint and the Martial God Hall.
However, even though Ke Che had done all his calculations, he had still miscalculated one thing.
That was, both the Sword Saint and the Martial God Hall did not have any face to lose on Ye Fan’s side.
On the contrary, it made Ye Fan, even angrier!
“Asking me to give them face?”
“Back then, when the Sword Saint led the Martial God Hall to surround me outside the gates of the country, did they ever give me face?”
“They treated me like a demon and wanted to get rid of me before they did, and now you’re asking me to spare you for their sake?”
“What the hell kind of reasoning is that?”
Ye Fan laughed coldly.
Morose killing intent raged within his words.
“Just wait.”
“By the time I am done with the matter of the Chu Sect, I will kill the Martial God Hall!”
“What happened back then, the people back then, will not just be let go.”
“I will have to give them an explanation face to face!”
The events of that year, every time Ye Fan remembered them, he felt incomparably angry.
That year, all he wanted to do was to return to his country, to his homeland.
And the Sword Saint, the Fist King and the others, what kind of things were they.
Who were they to stop him and prevent him from returning to his homeland!
When Ke Che heard this, his whole person was undoubtedly dumbfounded.
“You… You’re going to kill up the Martial God Temple?”
“This is a great disloyalty and treachery on your part!”
“How can you be disloyal to your country?” Ke Che asked in fear.
Ye Fan snorted, “Stop putting gold on the Martial God Hall’s face.”
“And the country?”
“It’s just a bunch of bullsh*t organisations set up by a bunch of rabble, they can’t represent the country, nor the people.”
“Even if I, Chu Tianfan, were to destroy the Martial God Temple, my Yanxia Martial Dao would still be able to boast of the world, and my Yanxia citizens would still be able to enjoy national peace!”
What Ye Fan found most ridiculous was this.
The Sword Saint and the others boasted that they were the leaders of the Yanxia Martial Dao and represented the country’s martial dao to the outside world.
But, can you really represent?
A group of rat-eyed, profit-minded, wishy-washy people, they were also worthy?
“You… You… You are treacherous!” Ke Che didn’t know where he got the courage to accuse Ye Fan of being disloyal to the Martial God Hall.
But Ye Fan didn’t bother to talk to him anymore.
He put his fingers together to form a sword and slashed down with one blow!
Stab!
Blood gushed out.
Ke Che, the Grandmaster of the Yanxia Grandmaster Ranking, was thus killed.
With the fall of Ke Che, this ma*sacre came to an end.
Hundreds of powerful martial artists from all over the world, without exception, were killed.
Yueyao and Nuoyan were completely dumbfounded.
The two of them knew very well that if word got out about this killing.
After all, it would be a global sensation!
At that time, the still calm martial arts world would once again be in turmoil.
The man who started all this was the man in front of him.
After sweeping through the four directions of enemies, Ye Fan did not stop, carrying his sword on his back and continuing northwards.
“Ye… Ye Fan, you… Where are you going?” Yue Yao suddenly chased after him and inquired.
“Yao’er, you wait for me here.”
“I’m going to slaughter the Floo Palace and exterminate the Indian Martial Dao.”
Ye Fan didn’t even turn his head back and carried his sword away.
Yue Yao and Noa were both dumbfounded in place, their pretty faces pale and miserable.
“Crap, this is the rhythm of one person destroying a country?”
“Even my old bull is not as powerful as you!” The yellow bull staggered for a moment.
It was indeed right in reading people.
This Ye Fan was, indeed, a madman!