A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage) novel Chapter 1773

“Get out of my way, or I will kill you!” Tang Xian roared at Gaius, who was restricting him.

If Tang Xian could not break the stalemate, his chance to get Ye Fan once and for all would elude him once again. I have to finish this fast. Tang Xian was starting to panic. His face was contorted with rage, and he started pummeling at Gaius in an attempt to break free from his grasp.

Tang Xian was hurling curses at him, but Gaius didn't give in. No matter how hard Tang Xian was pummeling him, Gaius refuse to let go of him.

Even when Tang Xian had sent him flying, he would rush back immediately and continued to keep Tang Xian restrained, all so Ye Fan could escape.

“Live, Master. Live!” Gaius was coughing up blood, and his injuries were getting worse by the minute. Even so, he gazed in the direction where he had thrown Ye Fan and prayed for his safety in silence.

Whoosh!

Meanwhile, Ye Fan was sent flying dozens of miles away after he was thrown, and the winds that blew in

his face almost slashed him open.

All supreme grandmasters had tremendous strength, and Gaius almost used up all his power just to send Ye Fan away. He might end up hundreds of miles away from the battlefield in the end because of that.

“Gaius! There's no need for this...” Ye Fan had mixed feelings about the sacrifice they had made for him.

He stared at Mount Chumen. Even at this distance, he could still vaguely see the great battle that was happening back there, and he could hear the loud sounds of combatants clashing against one another.

He knew that the Dragon Slayers only came to battle with the fighters of Chu Sect so that they could send him away safely. Gaius was even willing to stay back and fight Tang Xian just so Ye Fan could leave Mount Chumen.

After all, Gaius had high hopes for Ye Fan. Incredibly high hopes.

Ye Fan murmured, “You did not have to do this for me...”

He was still flying across the air, and he felt sorrow welling up within him. He wanted to fight alongside the Dragon Slayers, but he knew that he was too powerless to do anything even if he reentered the fray.

While Ye Fan was wallowing in his sadness, he had already flown through the woods, and he would be leaving the borders of Mount Chumen in a few moments.

However, right before he could escape to safety, a few men in black stood tall at the border between forest and mountain. They were like dark elves lying in wait fortheir prey, like the grim reaper waiting to take someone to the afterworld.

There were thirteen of them and they were dressed in full black attire. If it weren't for the indifferent gaze that shone through their hood, nobody would have thought them alive.

They had been waiting for a longtime now, as if they were the gatekeepers of hell, just waiting for the lost soul to be ferried into the underworld.

Boom!

The moment Ye Fan entered their striking distance, one of the thirteen men in black raised his hand and pressed it downward. A wall made entirely of air appeared before him, and Ye Fan crashed straight into it. He lost all his momentum and fell to the ground with a heavy thud.

The impact created a crater on the ground, and dust was swept up into the air around it. Ye Fan trembled, and he coughed up blood. Even so, he dragged himself to a boulder behind him.

He leaned against the rock, staring at the men in black before him calmly.

All of them were supreme grandmasters. Their aura burned brightly as if it was a great blaze that would burn everything before it. The energy they radiated covered the whole area, trapping anyone and anything within it.

If he were to escape alone while Gaius and the others gave their lives up for him, he would be wracked by guilt even if he could avenge them.

Dying on the same battlefield with them might not be a bad way to depart this world, Ye Fan thought. He had already made peace with himself, and he was ready to face death.

But before he charged headfirst into his demise, Ye Fan looked at the men in black, and he asked, “You guys don't seem like you're from the Chu Sect, judging from the getup. I don't mind dying at your hands, but before I do, I have one question. What did I ever do to you to warrant this? Why do you want to take my life?” Ye Fan's voice was weak, but it was still loud enough to pierce the silence around him.

The men in black did not answer forthe longest time. They stood upright as if they were stone statues, and their robes billowed in the wind.

Seeing how Ye Fan was approaching his doom, the men in black decided to grant him his last wish. Eventually, one of them answered, “You stand out too much, and someone has decided that you must be eradicated. You have done nothing wrong, Ye Fan, but the moment someone starts to shine too brightly, then existing alone is already a crime. You meet your demise all because you stand out too much. That is all.”

Boom!

The men in black unleashed their aura, and they shot beams of energy out of their hands. Their power merged together and formed a sword made out of pure energy. It stayed in the air for a moment before it plunged straight at Ye Fan.

Not even Gaius could face this kind of attack even during his prime, let alone Ye Fan, who was already exhausted from all the battles he endured.

As the sword charged toward him, Ye Fan closed his eyes, and he smiled as death approached him.

However, just before the sword could pierce through him, a blinding flash appeared from the horizon, and it charged straight at the energy blade that was headed toward Ye Fan, its freezing chill engulfing everything in its way.

The next moment, Ye Fan saw someone casting that ever-familiar technique, and a voice chanted, “The universe beckons while the crescent moon begs for me to hold it! Cloud and Mist Sword Technique! First Strike! Wind Flow!”