Silence!
A long silence!
The moment Chu Yuan’s head fell, this heaven and earth, time was as still as if it had stood still.
Everyone was frozen in place.
Countless pairs of gazes were staring forward in fascination.
They looked at the blood all over the ground, at the corpses whose heads had fallen to the ground.
For a time, the entire Cloud Top Mountain was plunged into an unspeakable silence.
“Old Sect Master he… He, died?”
The strong man of the Chu Sect was stunned in place, and on his dull face was a kind of unspeakable trepidation.
It was as if the tree they had always relied on had completely collapsed today.
They, who had been sheltered by Chu Yuan for decades, had been exposed to the heavens and earth without any cover.
Fear, loss, sadness, disbelief ….
All sorts of emotions swept through the hearts of these Chu Sect people almost instantly.
“Grandpa…”
“Grandpa!”
Chu Qi Tian fell to his knees, his voice hoarse.
Defeat.
They were defeated after all!
First he, Chu Qi Tian, then his father, Chu Zhengliang, and now his grandfather, Chu Yuan.
Ye Fan, alone, had completely defeated their grandparents and grandchildren.
He, Chu Qi Tian, had been reduced to a prisoner of his rank, his father was still sealed and suffering on the Chu Sect Mountain, and his grandfather was the most miserable, dead without a body.
“Ai…”
“A lord of a generation has fallen in this way.”
“Although this Chu Yuan is to blame, it’s really a bit of a pity…”
The Sword Saint and the Fist Emperor both stared at each other for a long time, and finally could not help but let out a long sigh.
The War God, the Buddha King and the others likewise had complicated thoughts.
The fall of Chu Yuan, for those of them, was nothing but a relief, but not much joy or happiness.
As the saying goes, a rabbit dies and a fox grieves.
For the War God and his generation, it could be said that they had grown up listening to the legends of Chu Yuan since they were young.
For quite a long time, the War Gods had made Chu Yuan their goal and the object of their efforts to defeat.
As a lordly figure who had ruled the global martial arts world for decades, the name Chu Yuan was undoubtedly a symbol of an era and a trembling presence for a generation of people.
But now, Chu Yuan is dead.
An old era had undoubtedly come to a complete end.
“After today, the martial artists of this global martial arts world will forever remember the name of one man.”
“That is, Chu Tianfan.”
“Little fellow, congratulations.”
“The time that belongs to you has come once and for all.”
The God of War, covered in blood, leaned against a boulder and looked at the slim figure in front of him.
In his heart, there was a sense of sadness and a sense of relief.
The sadness was that they, the men, were really still old.
The era that belonged to their generation had completely pa*sed.
In the future, this world would be for young people, like Ye Fan.
What was gratifying, naturally, was the achievements and heights that Ye Fan had attained.
Back then, when Ye Fan first started to make his presence felt in Jiangdong, he was subjected to endless criticism and controversy.
There was even a short period of time when the Martial God Temple regarded Ye Fan as a threat to national security and wanted to execute him.
But it was such an unpopular man who, step by step, climbed to the top.
Until finally, he saved the day and beheaded the Lord of the Chu Sect.
Ye Fan’s battle today not only saved Yan Xia, but also saved the entire martial arts world.
“It was done…”
“Master did it.”
“The master really did it.”
Not far away, the Moon God, whose dress was stained with blood, burst into tears.
She dragged her crippled body and wanted to go and embrace her master.
However, Xu Lei had already run up to her.
She recklessly jumped into Ye Fan’s arms, hugging him and crying in tears.
“Little brother Fan, win…”
“We’ve finally won.”
“From now on, no more of those, frightening days…”
Xu Lei smiled tearfully.
Among so many people present, Xu Lei had known Ye Fan for the earliest time.
She had watched, step by step, Ye Fan go from being that outcast of the Chu family, to later being Mr. Jiangdong Chu, to now decimating Chu Yuan and defeating the Chu Clan.
She had witnessed all of Ye Fan’s wretchedness and glory.
Only she, too, was truly clear about just how much suffering Ye Fan had suffered and how many perils he had gone through to reach the end he had today.
Not only Xu Lei, but the crowd of fathers and relatives in Jiangdong behind him, as well as the Dragon God Temple people, all those who supported Ye Fan and helped him, also shed tears of joy and rejoicing when Chu Yuan collapsed.
“Hahahaha…”
“A win!”
“Brother Fan is awesome!”
“We won!”
….
At this moment, the entire Genting Mountain, cries and laughter mixed together.
Countless people were crying with joy, Fatty was hugging Black Dog, and Yellow Ox was grinning and giggling.
All those present who had experienced the battle all showed their joy after the hijacking.
All the emotions that had been suppressed for so long were released without reservation at this moment.
After all, only they knew how cruel the war had been.
From the initial despair, to the later arrival of Ye Fan, the king.
Then to Tang Yun’s appearance afterwards…
One twist, one despair, one desperate attempt to survive…
That kind of transition between great joy and great sorrow made the crowd all mentally and physically exhausted.
But fortunately, the process is even more painful.
But the result is always good.
Faced with the joy and delight of the crowd and the tears of Xu Lei in his arms, Ye Fan reached out and gently stroked his hand over Xu Lei’s delicate face.
“Silly girl, as I said, your little brother Fan, is invincible.”
Ye Fan said softly.
However, it was as if this one sentence drained all of Ye Fan’s Qi.
His face, at a speed visible to the naked eye, went pale.
Finally, his body trembled and he spat out several mouthfuls of blood in quick succession.
The successive great battles and the long exertion had finally dragged Ye Fan’s body, to its limits.
The Yun Yang Ancient Sword from before, though, had replenished Ye Fan’s strength again.
However, the injuries on his body were still there after all.
And now, the huge consumption of the Cloud Smoke Sword Skill had also used up Ye Fan’s Qi.
Tiredness and injury swept over him doubly.
It made this man, who had been strong all his life, unable to hold on any longer.
The body, collapsed on the ground.
“Little Brother Fan!”
“Ye Fan!!!”
“Brother Fan!”
“Master…”
The moment Ye Fan fell to the ground, it could be said to have touched the hearts of countless people.
The surrounding crowd came forward and ran over.
Obviously, they were also afraid that joy would bring sadness.
Afraid of Ye Fan, who had fallen in this moment of victory.
But fortunately, Ye Fan was only too weak, and not in a crisis of life.
He collapsed into Xu Lei’s arms and smiled gently at the crowd, “Everyone… Don’t worry at home, I… I’m fine.”
A faint, inaudible voice rang out slowly.
Ye Fan struggled to say this to rea*sure everyone.
At this time, Ye Fan noticed, to the side, Yue’er who was also pale and frail.
He reached out his hand in the direction of Liang Gong Ying Yue.
“Master, I’m here, I’m here…”
With so many people, Ye Fan was the only one to look at her.
This made the Moon God’s heart part with joy and honour, and tears flowed down uncontrollably.
“Silly girl, who… let you come over.”
“You… If you ever disobey me like that again, I… I’ll never care about you again ….”
In his weakest voice, Ye Fan spoke in reproachful words.
The Moon God couldn’t stop nodding as she listened, but her heart did warm up.
“Mm, master, I will be obedient from now on…”
“In the future, Moon will definitely be good and obedient…”
Ranggong Ying Yue, smiling with tears in her eyes.
The holy and majestic face of the past, at this moment, only had the attachment and trust to the man in front of her.
Looking at this happy ending, the eyes of the War God and the others could not help but moisten.
“This guy, time and time again, he really gives people surprises and tremors…”
“Congratulations, Ye Fan.”
“Once again, you have created a miracle.”
The God of War whispered in his heart, and the two of them, the Fist Emperor and the Sword Saint, were also in awe.