A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage) novel Chapter 1972

All the attacks converged on a single target.

Thousands of techniques were unleashed in the wedding hall.

Before they arrived, no one had expected that they would be involved in an earthshaking battle when they attended the lavish wedding.

Secret techniques originating from different countries and various sects were unleashed at the same time.

All kinds of superb moves were utilized, and their attacks were focused and channeled toward Ye Fan.

Everyone was glaring at the man who was surrounded. There were murderous intent, greed, and pleasure swirling in their eyes.

No one knew how many people were currently attacking Ye Fan with the intention of killing him to restore peace to the world.

Most of them just wanted the secret techniques Ye Fan learned and the treasures he had.

If they killed Ye Fan, the Dragon God Body, Invoke the

Celestial Sky, and other divine weapons would be theirs.

Chu Sect's ultimate techniques and the greatest body refining skill would be theirs too.

Besides, if they killed Ye Fan, the most powerful supreme grandmaster in the current era, everyone who fought against him at that moment would be recorded in history as heroes who slew a mighty demon.

They would be able to claim that they killed a supreme grandmaster and a demon king.

Their names would no doubt be remembered for generations.

When those thoughts crossed their minds, their desire to kill Ye Fan grew stronger and stronger.

In fact, many people didn't even bother to hide the greed overflowing from the look in their eyes anymore.

“Foolish humans. You have no idea what kind of being you're truly fighting against. His frightening strength can never be compared to insects like you lot.” Huangniu, who had completed its mission, stood against a wall in the distance.

It was enjoying a cup of wine as it stared at the foolish humans with pity.

Perhaps it was the only one there who knew how scary Ye Fan's powers were after mastering Raijin Thunderdrake.

The calf would rather be ridden by someone than mess with that insane man.

As Huangniu continued to stare at the pathetic humans in front of him with pity, those martial artists finally landed their attacks on Ye Fan.

None of them missed as they managed to hit Ye Fan squarely on the chest.

Instantly, the earth shattered while the hall crumbled.

It was as though artilleries were raining down on the entire area. A frightening amount of Qi exploded in the air.

Your legend ends here, Chu Tianfan! Everyone was sharing the same thought.

From their perspective, Ye Fan had suffered many mighty attacks from powerful martial artists.

The combined strength of dozens of grandmasters and more than a hundred expert martial artists was enough to flatten an entire mountain.

All that force was directed at Ye Fan, a mortal with flesh and blood.

He could withstand guns and bullets, but could he withstand attacks from that many martial artists simultaneously?

“I hope you'll fulfill your promise once Ye Fan is dead, King Folo. All of us here should share the treasures that he possesses!” the elder from Chu Sect spoke up first.

It would seem they were already planning to split the spoils.

However, at that moment, a sneer was heard.

“Don't you all think it's too early to talk about that?”

What? This voice? It can't be...

A chill was sent down everyone's spines when they heard that.

All of them turned to their backs in unison to look at the origin of the voice.

Right then, a slim figure stepped out of the dust cloud with a blade on his back.

He looked as though he was a god of war emerging from a fire.

Everyone was losing their minds as they gazed at him in disbelief. Chu Tianfan is still alive! How the f*ck is he still alive? Not to mention he's completely unharmed too!

“How... How is this possible?” Even King Folo and the others were stunned.

The man in front of them had far exceeded what they thought a supreme grandmaster was capable of.

The crowd was on the verge of pissing their pants when they realized that their combined attacks didn't do anything to him. What the f*ck? He's a demon through and through! An incomprehensibly powerful demon!

It turned out that everything King Folo and Fen Tian said earlier was just a way to rally those who were stupid enough to believe them to stall Ye Fan. That way, they would have time to escape.

As the saying went, every man for himself.

It was demonstrated by the supreme grandmasters of India perfectly.

They were going to escape to Folo Mountain and borrow the strength of Indra first before attacking

Chu Tianfan again.

That was the only plan that Fen Tian, King Folo, and the other supreme grandmasters could come up with to kill Ye Fan.

While Fen Tian and the others had an escape route, the elder of the Chu Sect and the other grandmasters weren't as lucky.

They realized they had been played like a fiddle pretty quickly when they noticed that King Folo and the others were nowhere to be seen while they were attacking Ye Fan again.

“Those f*ckers!”

“All those Indian supreme grandmasters are pieces of sh*t!”

“I'm going to die!”

The remaining martial artists were so terrified that they started crying.

They were fighting enthusiastically earlier because they believed King Folo and the others had their backs.

But it turned out that they were abandoned.

After the crowd realized that, the fighting spirit they had earlier instantly dissipated.

Once their second wave of attacks finished, they began running fortheir lives.

However, it was too late at that point.

Ye Fan was still completely unharmed as he stood there pridefully.

He was like a god staring down at a bunch of scattering critters.

It was then that he recalled Long Baichuan, Iwai Zen, and the others who fought side-by-side with him and died as a result.

There was nothing but coldness left in his eyes. “This time, all of your blood will become an offering for the dead!”