A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage) novel Chapter 1892

“Fifth Elder, please save the Meng family!”

“Please save the Meng family!”

The Meng family pleaded pitifully.

Their pitiful voices and emotional pleas rose in a crescendo and reverberated through the air.

Everyone present, especially Zhang Zixi and Lu Ziming, were shocked by the turn of events.

“F-Fifth Elder? W-Who could that be? Don't tell me they still have a trump card. Whose coattails are they riding on?” Lu Ziming demanded in surprise.

Back when the Lu Clan called the shots in Jiangbei, they paid no heed to the Meng family.

No matter how rich or influential the Meng family was, they were nothing but a shell to the martial arts families.

For example, no matter how fat a pig was, a tiger wouldn't consider it a risk.

Alas, Lu Ziming never expected that a defenseless pig would grow to be a ferocious tiger.

Previously, Lu Ziming was already shocked by the presence of three Grandmasters.

But now it seemed like he had underestimated the Meng family, for they still had a hidden trump card!

Following the Meng family's action, everyone at Westlake held their breaths in anticipation.

The vast place was absolutely quiet.

Chu Wenfei and the rest stared ahead anxiously.

Problems kept coming one after the other.

Initially, everyone thought that the chaos at Westlake would end following the death of the three fighters.

No one knew that the Meng family would still have a trick up their sleeves.

Right when everyone assumed a terrifying presence would show up, nothing showed up ahead ten seconds later.

The breeze created ripples all over Westlake as the sun shone on the swaying tree branches.

There was no powerful being in sight, and the lake remained calm as ever.

“What the h*ll? Is the Meng family messing around with us?” Chu Wenfei cursed with a dark expression.

Thinking that a monster was about to show itself, he was scared out of his wits.

It seemed that the Meng family was trying to delude them all, or that the Fifth Elder as mentioned by Meng Wanjun had been scared away.

“Father, there's no use depending on Fifth Elder and the sort. We should escape now! We're doomed if we were to remain here. I believe Fifth Elder had fled the scene. The man in the dragon mask is too terrifying. We're no match for him,” Meng Chuan declared impatiently.

He could no longer wait, especially when the person his father relied on refused to show up.

Fear clawed up his throat as he spun on his heels, ready to make an escape.

However, Meng Wanjun's gaze remained steadfast as he stared ahead devotedly.

He trusted that the Chu Sect wouldn't give up on the Meng family.

“He's here!”

Indeed, Lu Ziming, who was bound to the stone pillar, sensed something approaching.

He then turned around abruptly.

Whoosh!

In response, a raging wind appeared from the depths of Westlake.

It was so ferocious that the entire Westlake trembled in its wake.

Before the man showed himself, his aura had already permeated the surroundings.

“Hurry, look! Look up into the sky!” someone yelled among the crowd.

Everyone looked up as told.

They saw a figure stepping out of nothing within the clouds.

His appearance caused the entire Westlake to surge as though it was boiling water. The water surged everywhere like a tumultuous storm.

Lu Ziming, Zhang Jiuling and the rest were stunned beyond words.

Lu Ziming couldn't believe his eyes. “Void Stand? Is this a supreme grandmaster? How could that be possible? It's impossible for another supreme grandmaster to exist in Jiangbei! That's entirely impossible!”

Everyone in the martial arts world yearned to be a supreme grandmaster.

Hearing Meng Chuan's words, Fifth Elder finally noticed Ye Fan, who was standing a distance away.

“What? The man in the dragon mask?”

When he spotted the dragon mask, his face paled. The sight was too terrifying that even his heart skipped a beat.

Terror coursed through his veins as fear appeared in his eyes.

Clearly, Fifth Elder had suffered in the hands of the man in the dragon mask.

No, the mask is different. This man gives out a different aura, too. He's an imposter!

Shortly after, Fifth Elder realized that the man in the dragon mask was an imposter.

He regained his composure and heaved a sigh of relief.

Back then, Fifth Elder had fought against the man in the dragon mask when the latter first showed up. He nearly lost his life to the man in the dragon mask. Thanks to the man in the dragon mask, he still had a menacing scar on his chest.

As the saying goes, “Once bitten, twice shy.”

Perhaps the incident had traumatized Fifth Elder, for he instinctively wanted to flee the scene at the sight of the dragon mask.

Fortunately, it was just a false alarm.

He wasn't a match for the real man in the dragon mask, but it would be easy for him to defeat the imposter.

“As you're capable enough of killing my three disciples, you are obviously half a step away from being a Supreme. In China, besides the pillars of China, there is only one man capable of this achievement—Mo Wuya, son of the King of Fighters. If my guess is correct, you should be Mo Wuya, right?”

Instead of taking action, the elderly man gazed at Ye Fan and posed that question in a low voice.

Ye Fan ignored him.

However, after the elderly man appeared, Ye Fan's body began shivering violently underneath the mask.

An intensified killing aura took over Ye Fan's entire being.

It felt like he had encountered an enemy!

“Don't worry. I can kill you easily, but I shall spare your life for the sake of your father, the King of Fighters. Leave before I change my mind.”

After guessing the man's identity, Fifth Elder changed his mind and released him instead of avenging his disciples.