No one can appreciate Ye Fan’s state of mind at this moment!
That sadness, that loss, and that unspeakable bitterness and anger.
Whether it was the people, or this country, Ye Fan asked himself if he had given a lot.
Back then, he had given his life in exchange for the Yuanling fruit and offered it to the country for free.
At the beginning, when the Martial God Hall persecuted him in every way, he still showed mercy and even made a promise that he would shelter the country himself at the necessary moment.
Later, he even taught Ye Qingtian the Chu Family’s untold arts.
He stepped on the Chu Clan and killed Chu Yuan, saving the Yanxia Martial Dao in a time of crisis.
Yes, he did kill many people.
But which of them, which of them, was not the one who deserved to die?
But the world never remembers him well.
It only remembers that he killed people.
Perhaps, the world. That’s the way it is, by and large.
Fear of power rather than virtue!
Even though he was good in a thousand ways, what people remembered was his brutality and killings.
Just like now, even Ye Qingtian, had already laid hands on him.
Once, Ye Qingtian was his last reminder of the Yanxia Martial Dao.
But now it seemed that this lingering love, too, was no longer needed.
Since this was the case, there was no need to show any more mercy.
If we have been entangled for many years and have old grudges, let us settle it with the Martial God Hall today.
As Ye Fan laughed coldly, several figures, had already appeared on Yunzhou City.
These three, no other than the three pillar seals of Yanxia, were clearly the three pillar seals of Yanxia.
God of War, Ye Qingtian. Sword Saint, Xiao Chen. Fist Emperor, Mo Kucheng.
As soon as the Fist Emperor appeared, he rushed towards his son like a madman.
“Wu Ya, are you alright?”
“Hang on, don’t you scare your father.”
“You hang in there, father has only one son like you.”
“If anything happens to you, how will you let me explain to your dead mother?”
Looking at his son’s dying face, Mo Gucheng’s heart was twisted like a knife.
He was already in tears because of his worry.
“Father, I… I’m fine.”
“Just… It’s just that it’s so… It hurts.”
Seeing his father arrive, Mo Wu Ya, who had already been desperate, only felt extraordinarily relieved.
It was like when he was a child, when he got into trouble outside and was chased and beaten, he was so scared that he burrowed into his own father’s arms.
At that time, Mo Wu Ya only felt that the safest place in the world was his father’s embrace.
In the blink of an eye, decades have passed.
He has long since reached the age of manhood.
All these years, Mo Wu Ya had always wanted to prove himself, to leave the shade of his father and to be on his own.
But in the end, Mo Wu Ya found himself, surprisingly, still the same child hiding in his own father’s arms, just like when he was a child.
“Silly child, I advised you long ago not to get involved in the affairs of Jiangdong.”
“You brat, you didn’t listen, you had to rush in…”
“You think Jiangdong is some other place?”
“Other provinces, if you get into any big trouble, my father can hold it for you.”
“If you break the sky, your old man can still make up for it with you.”
“But this is Jiangdong…”
“You brat, you didn’t listen to me, now how.”
“If your Uncle Ye hadn’t guessed Chu Tianfan’s return, we would have picked up the pace on the road.”
“Otherwise, you would have been a dead corpse by now…”
He picked up his son, his heart filled with heartache and anger.
Chen Kyushu was eager to build up his prestige quickly by stepping on Chu Tianfan, thus.
This mind was known to all of them, the Fist King.
Chen Kyushu was now the head of the Martial God Hall, the head of the Yanxia Martial Way, and was a disciple of God Ranking Patriarch Mu Zihua.
Do as he likes, let him be.
The Fist Emperor and the others could not care, nor did they bother.
However, this b*stard son of his, in order to get on good terms with Chen Kyushu, had even volunteered to be Chen Kyushu’s pawn, to handle the affairs of Jiangdong for him.
From the very beginning, the Fist King was extremely opposed to this matter.
He had fought with Chu Tianfan for many years, and the extent to which that man was terrifying was something that Emperor Fist had learned to appreciate.
But this b*stard son of his simply wouldn’t listen.
It was as if he had taken a drug, like a stubborn donkey, and he pushed hard towards Jiangdong.
He even argued with him, saying that he had grown up and that it was up to him to decide what his future path would be, and that he had no control over it!
At that time, the King was almost half-exasperated.
I’m sure he’s a big boy.
There are many things that only when they have experienced them themselves will they be able to return to the lost path.
“Father… Father, child… My child knows that he is wrong.”
Faced with his father’s words, Mo Wu Ya also finally lowered his once high head.
Like a child who had done something wrong, he only realised his fault after it had caused serious consequences.
“Alright, Old Mo. Say a few words less.”
“The kid is like this and you’re still talking about him.”
“Hurry up, you help him up, I’ll channel his true qi to protect his heart chakra and keep him alive first.”
Mo Wu Ya had grown up in the Martial God Hall.
It could be said that the Sword Saint and the War God, all of them, had watched Mo Wu Ya grow up and treated him like their own.
Now, when they saw Mo Wu Ya injured like this, the Sword Saint and the others were naturally distressed.
They hurriedly helped him up and Sword Saint Xiao Chen personally treated his injuries.
This kind of treatment, in the whole of Yanxia, was only available to Mo Wu Ya, right?
After the seal, he was from a powerful family, and the people around him were all powerful and influential.
Unlike Ye Fan, he was all alone.
When he was on the verge of death in the battle of the Sun Country, there was no one to save him.
In the end, it was Ye Fan himself who dragged his tattered body across the ocean and crawled to the Chu family’s old mansion and knocked on his grandmother’s door.
It is said that all men are created equal.
But are people really born equal?
Some people are born with a golden spoon in their mouth.
Those who grew up around him were either the number one war god of Yanxia or the head of the Martial Gods’ Hall, and any one of them was a pillar king.
They were strong.
Now that he is in danger, these Pillar State powerhouses have even come to his rescue personally.
As for Ye Fan, he was born as an illegitimate son who was not recognised by his family, or to put it bluntly, called a little b*stard.
From childhood. He was humiliated and then expelled from his family, becoming an outcast and a superfluous son-in-law.
However, Ye Fan didn’t need any of this.
He didn’t rely on his family, he didn’t rely on his background, and he didn’t rely on these War God uncles or Sword Saint uncles!
Fate could only determine one’s starting point after all.
The final height of life, on the other hand, depends on one’s own efforts and struggles.
Just like the current Ye Fan and Mo Wu Ya.
Probably, no one would believe it.
Two people who started from near worlds apart, and now the heights they are each at, are completely switched places!
Ye Fan, towering above.
Mo Wu Ya, on the other hand, is on the brink of death!
At the sight of Mo Wu Ya still alive, the God of War also breathed a long sigh of relief.
Luckily, it had come just in time.
However, the most problematic thing for Ye Qingtian now was no longer Mo Wu Ya’s life or death, but this man in front of him, Chu Tian Fan.
“Ye Fan, don’t misunderstand.”
“I was just in a moment of anxiety, and only then did I step in to save Wuya.”
“After all, human lives are at stake, and I didn’t mean to do it.” Faced with Ye Fan’s anger, Ye Qingtian hurriedly explained.
They were old friends who had known each other for many years, so naturally, Ye Qingtian did not want to make a move with Ye Fan, let alone make a scene that would be unbearable and difficult to end.
Therefore, he could not care less about his status as a war god, and with a somewhat submissive tone, he explained to Ye Fan and apologised.
“That’s enough!”
“Ye Qingtian, you don’t have to explain anything to me.”
“Today, Mo Wu Ya will definitely die.”
“All of you who don’t want to die, get out of my way.”
“Otherwise, I, Chu Tianfan, don’t mind making my men, a few more dead souls!”
Ye Fan’s words were icy cold, and his morose and angry words did not give Ye Qingtian the slightest bit of face at all.
“Ye Fan, let’s talk properly.”
“We are all compatriots of the same country, descendants of Yan Huang.”
“What’s the matter that can’t be resolved and must be forced to death?”
“If Wu Ya is at fault, we’ll just let him make amends to you.”
“Don’t worry, with me, no matter what happens, justice will be done to you since.” Ye Qingtian was still persuading.