A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage) novel Chapter 1768

When a hero reached the end of their rope, all they could see was the past.

A long time ago, a woman descended Mount Chumen with a child and begged her bread until she eventually journeyed to her hometown one day.

Years later, he left his hometown and married into the Qiu family as a matrilocal son-in-law.

That year, he was received by luxury cars at Haiyuan Restaurant, where he saw the man he had hated for ten years again.

Later, in the city of Jianghai, powerful men came to pay their respects.

At a martial arts competition in Tai Shan, he became an overnight sensation.

Ten years had passed in the blink of an eye.

How many tens of years through the peaks and valleys are there in a person's life? Even though I am at my peak, I can't see you anymore.

“Goodbye, Mom. Goodbye, Mucheng. Goodbye, Lei...

What I owe you, I will repay them in my next life.”

Standing at the horizon, Ye Fan let out a chuckle, his lips parting slightly.

No one saw the glistening tears in his eyes.

A second before Chu Yuan's blow landed, Ye Fan opened his arms calmly to embrace his imminent death.

Boom!

A storm swept past.

At that moment, Xu Lei, who was in the Pacific Ocean, suddenly trembled and nearly collapsed.

Seeing her ashen face, Xue Penyang asked anxiously, “Ms. Xu, are you all right? Are you feeling airsick?”

The woman did not speak but turned and looked out of the window in the direction of Mount Chumen. Tears rolled down her cheeks silently.

“Ye Fan... You will get through this. You will be fine...” she murmured to herself.

Xu Lei's tears fell like rain as she wailed uncontrollably. She looked so heartbroken that there was no trace of the majesty of the Queen of Yanjing on her. All that was left was just a child who had lost her beloved.

At the same time, Qiu Mucheng, who was still in a meeting in the company, suddenly found her heart aching.

The palpitations were so strong that she nearly fell unconscious.

Because of Qiu Mucheng's sudden condition, the meeting with the executives was cut short.

The executives came over to support her body, asking, “Ms. Qiu, are you all right?”

“Should we send you to the hospital?”

“We are worried about you...”

In an instant, the entire company was thrown into confusion as they all began to worry about Qiu Mucheng's health.

In the Ye's residence at Jingzhou, Ye Ximei was taking care of Fan Junior.

The boy, who was giggling and laughing, suddenly burst into tears for no reason. No matter how hard she tried to mollify him, he did not stop wailing at the top of his lungs.

Thinking that the child was possessed by evil spirits, she immediately asked her younger sister to invite some mediums to come and check out the situation. However, even after burning many talismans and reciting a lot of incantations, he was still crying and screaming. It was heartbreaking.

Rumble...

On Mount Chumen, a storm gathered.

The entire mountain shook violently.

Everyone watched as the thin figure under the horizon was instantly enveloped by Chu Yuan's Infinity Fist.

Moon God's eyes were red, and her pretty face glistened with tears.

Tang Yun lay on the ground, crying mournfully.

Chu Shen and other people from the Chu Sect were all relieved, feeling as though a weight had been lifted from their shoulders.

“He's finally dead, right? That resilient man.”

Watching the scene before them, Chu Shen wanted to laugh but could not do it.

After all, that battle was too tragic.

The entire Chu Sect battled against Ye Fan himself, yet their victory came with a heavy loss.

It was over for Chu Zhengliang. Death would have been a merciful release for him as he would be barely more than a walking corpse in the future.

After crossing swords with Ye Fan two times and going through continuous battles, even Chu Yuan had to admit that the illegitimate son of Chu Zhenghong he had driven out of the mountain back then had talent far beyond ordinary people.

Hence, Chu Yuan no longer called Ye Fan an abandoned son but by his name.

The strong usually had high regard for each other. Even if they were enemies, they would show due respect to worthy opponents.

At that point, the nine strikes from Chu Yuan's Infinity Fist had yet to unleash fully, but the first few had enveloped Ye Fan. However, he was too lazy to look at the latter. By then, whatever card that Ye Fan had would have been exhausted. If he were still able to turn the tides, then Chu Yuan would have no choice but to kneel to the undefeatable young man in order to make peace.

Anyone would collapse if they met an opponent that could not be defeated and would come out triumphant no matter what the odds were.

Chu Yuan was exhausted as he had fought one battle after another.

Just then, the expressions of the members of the Chu Sect around him suddenly changed. Everyone was staring ahead at Ye Fan with widened eyes.

Chu Shen cried out in a hoarse voice, “Chu Yuan, I-look at that.”

Chu Yuan's eyelids twitched subconsciously, and he cried out in his heart. Oh no! How can that be? Has he got any more cards up his sleeve?

As he had a nervous breakdown, he turned around and looked.

The Sword of Yunyang, which he had sent flying far away, returned to Ye Fan and hovered in front of the young man.

Rays of golden light radiated from the ancient sword.

Finally, under the horizon, the endless rays of golden light condensed into an ethereal figure of an old

woman.

The moment the figure appeared, she dealt out three blows in succession.

The three blows from her hand were like palmshaped blows descending from the sky.

The first blow shattered the power of Chu Yuan's Infinity Fist.

The second blow flew across the atmosphere and sent Chu Yuan into the sky like a bat hitting a ball.

The third blow came down on him, smashing him to the ground.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The three blows in a row managed to subdue a powerhouse in the god realm.