A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage) novel Chapter 1127

"Xur He, do you still think you have the power to make me fall to my knees and beg for your mercy?"

Ye Fan's hands remained folded behind his back as he hovered in mid-air.

An overpowering aura of authority and power exuded from his person and flooded the heavens.

The clouds rolled and churned behind him.

The waters in the lake boiled.

Ye Fan stood in mid-air, defiant of the laws of gravity.

He was a god whose power gave him the right to do so!

Xur He and his men were quaking in their boots.

Sheer terror filled them.

The sight of Ye Fan hovering in mid-air, impenetrable and invincible to their bullets, sent the thousands of men before him shaking with unimaginable fear.

"Dear heavens, who is this man? Whose wrath have we unwittingly incurred?"

The men and women of China feared gods and demons above all else.

These men were but ordinary folk who had lived ordinary lives. They knew nothing of martial arts and of how powerful grandmasters could be.

Ye Fan floated in mid-air before their eyes and could not be hurt by bullets. That made him a god.

In front of this god, these thousands of soldiers lost the bravado and ferocity that they had displayed moments ago.

All that remained was an endless and uncontrollable terror.

Those who were more superstitious had cast their weapons aside, fallen to their knees and begun begging Ye Fan for mercy.

"Almighty god, please spare us!”

"We were acting on the orders of General Xur. This has got nothing to do with us!"

"Look for the one who's responsible, not us."

"Yes, you should seek your revenge on General Xur."

"I'm the only son left in my family. I can't die. Please spare my life!"

Some of the soldiers pleaded loudly.

Cries of fear reverberated in the air.

Fear spread swiftly like a plague.

Upon the first cry, more men began to set their weapons down and plead to the young man hovering in the skies before them.

"What are you doing? A soldier never surrenders without a fight. How dare you cast your weapon aside? Get up! Don't you dare get on to your knees. Shoot! Fire! I command you to fight!"

Xur He wasn't going to give up and accept defeat though.

He continued to yell at his men and curse out loud in spite of the impossible feats that he had seen Ye Fan accomplished.

He didn't believe in gods or demons.

He was convinced that these were mere tricks that Ye Fan had conjured to fool them.

He continued to bark commands at his men, demanding that they pick up their weapons and shoot their enemy down.

He sent hard kicks at some of those soldiers who had fallen to their knees and were begging for mercy.

"Cowards! You're all cowards who are unworthy of respect! Get up right now, you useless pieces of trash! He's just a young punk. How can you be frightened of a young punk like him? Get up right now and fight! I'll kill you if you don't!" yelled Xur He like a man gone mad. His eyes looked crazed.

Any ordinary man would have gotten mad at such abuse, what more these hotblooded soldiers.

He had thought this a simple mission to exterminate some bandits, but it wasn't. It turned out to be a suicide mission.

Ye Fan's eyes turned towards him as Wang Dong-Sheng looked up fearfully at the young man.

Ye Fan arched his eyebrow and said coldly, "You're from the Jiangdong military camp."

"Yes, that's right. I'm the leader of the 258th unit, Wang Dong-Sheng. We were conducting a training exercise in this area a few days ago. Almighty deity, Xur He's the one who exploited his authority and redeployed us unilaterally. He's the one who ordered us to attack you. He's the one who deserves your wrath, not us and my men. This has been a terrible misunderstanding," said Wang Dong-Sheng fearfully and with a pale face. He appeared to be on the verge of tears.

"A misunderstanding? You ruined my wedding dinner and disrupted peace. Is that what you call a misunderstanding? You got an army to corner me and declared that you're going to kill me. Is that what you call a misunderstanding?" thundered Ye Fan as he questioned the colonel fiercely.

His words of rage reverberated loudly in Wang Dong-Sheng's ears and sent the colonel's face into a greater pallor.

"I...I..." stammered Wang Dong-Sheng as he tried to attempt another explanation. But Ye Fan had lost his patience.

His eyes were as cold as glaciers. Power and authority exuded from his person.

He gazed down at the men beneath his feet and thundered, "Get on your knees when you're speaking to me!”

His voice boomed like thunder.

The men felt an invisible wave of power sweep across them as he spoke.

The incredible wave of power blasted at Wang Dong-Sheng and his men and forced them onto their knees. The vast army of soldiers kneeled before Ye Fan.

"You as well! Kneel!" yelled Ye Fan.

With a wave of his sleeve, Ye Fan sent a strong gust of wind into the distance.

Xur He let out a terrible cry of pain as the attack shattered his kneecap. Blood erupted in a crimson mist as his bones splintered.

The proud Xur He fell to his knees before Ye Fan.

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