A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)

Chapter 2235 Give Up

The aftermath of the explosion continued to rage on.

The terrifying shockwave had nearly flattened the entire mountain range, and the hurricane it had caused swept through half of China.

Even from dozens of kilometers away, one could still see the hurricane and the humongous mushroom cloud rising into the sky.

No one knew how much time had passed.

The dust here had just settled, and the place where Ye Fan and Huangniu had been was just a shocking ruin now.

That round crater was more than a hundred meters wide.

This showed how terrifying the power of the explosion was at its epicenter.

Everything had been reduced to the most basic particles and dispersed in the air under the ultra- high temperature of the nuclear explosion.

Whoosh!

In no time, several figures appeared on the horizon, breaking through the air with incredible speed.

They finally came to a halt in this corner of the world.

Among them were Moryana, who was also known as Mu Zihua, as well as Asura, the Death God, along with two others.

They had scoured the surroundings to confirm the absence of any signs of life within a hundred- kilometer radius.

"It's over. With Chu Tianfan out of the picture, our Dragon Gate Project can finally proceed without any impediments. Our grand ambitions will now be unstoppable!" declared Asura with a note of triumph in his voice. He stood at the horizon with a smile on his face.

Looking down at the ruins below, Moryana and the others watched as the cold wind whipped up a storm of dust that flowed through their fingertips.

"That's right. It's all over," Moryana said softly.

The giant nuclear bomb that had been dropped earlier was something even she might not have been able to withstand.

Ye Fan, who was seriously injured, naturally had no chance of survival.

Even if he was made of iron, he would still be instantly vaporized under the terrifying heat of the nuclear explosion.

No one doubted about his certain death at all.

"Where's Chu Tianfan, Master? Is he dead?"

At this moment, more people arrived from behind.

After all, the commotion here was too great.

Even those who were thousands of kilometers away on Mount Yan could feel the enormous earthquake on the southwestern border.

Chen Jiuzhou, Sword Saint, and the others had all rushed over to investigate the situation.

Chen Jiuzhou was the first to arrive, followed by War God, Sword Saint, and King of Fighters. Xu Lei, who was under War God's protection, also tagged along.

Seeing his own master, Chen Jiuzhou couldn't contain his excitement and hurriedly asked if Ye Fan was dead.

Moryana nodded. "Chu Tianfan is a sc*m of the country who has done nothing but harm. He deserves the wrath of both heaven and man, and every person in the world has a right to kill him. It serves him right that he's now dead and his body is burned to ashes."

Ye Qingtian and the others still felt a pang of pain in their hearts even though they were mentally prepared.

Sword Saint and King of Fighters both felt sad as well, but they did not show it.

Their expressions remained cold.

Only Xu Lei's delicate body trembled as tears flowed uncontrollably down her cheeks.

Ye Qingtian supported her and reminded her in a low voice to control her emotions. At the same time, he also kept her behind him, afraid that Moryana and the others would notice.

Xu Lei didn't cry out loud but only gritted her teeth. She tried very hard to control the surging grief in her heart. As she bit her lip hard, blood began to flow from it.

"The enemy has been eliminated, and everything here is done. Go back as soon as possible and continue the Dragon Gate Project."

Moryana, Asura, and the others did not linger and left one after another after making sure that there was no sign of life around the area.

Their mission was over, and they would each return to their own countries to resume the Dragon Gate Project.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Chen Jiuzhou was also ready to return with his master.

"Aren't you guys leaving? The Dragon Gate Project is resuming. Hurry back and join the Dragon Gate training!" urged Chen Jiuzhou, glancing at Ye Qingtian and his companions.

He wanted them to quickly return to Mount Yan and continue their journey into the Dragon Gate.

"Hmm? Who is this young lady?"

Chen Jiuzhou's gaze was instantly drawn to Xu Lei, who was standing next to Ye Qingtian.

He couldn't help but be captivated by her stunning beauty and elegant demeanor. Such a woman was irresistible wherever she went.

"She's my disciple," explained Ye Qingtian.

Chen Jiuzhou nodded and didn't say anything further.

Sword Saint chimed in, "Jiuzhou, you should go back first. I'll look around here with War God and make sure Chu Tianfan doesn't escape."

Chen Jiuzhou snorted in laughter.

"The four Empyrean Ranking powerhouses personally dealt with him. How could he possibly escape? You guys really have no clue about the might of my master and her comrades, huh? Oh well, if you want to look, go ahead and look. The Dragon Gate Project will resume tomorrow morning, so you guys better get back as soon as possible!"

He shook his head and then flew after his master, swiftly leaving the scene.

After Chen Jiuzhou left, Xu Lei couldn't control her emotions anymore.

She ran over and knelt on the ground, crying and shouting at the ruins in front of her, "Ye Fan... Ye Fan, can you hear me? Ye Fan, please answer me... I don't believe you're dead... You won't die just like that..."

Xu Lei's heart-wrenching sobs filled the air as she cried her heart out by the ruins, her tears streaming down her cheeks.

War God, Sword Saint, and the others looked sad.

There was no words to describe what they were feeling in their hearts.

Ye Qingtian sighed. "I can't believe that such an exceptional talent, who was once a shining star, has fallen so drastically."

His eyes were a little red.

Chen Jiuzhou was right. With the combined assault of the four Empyrean Ranking powerhouses and the nuclear bombing, there was no way anyone could have survived.

"The era of Chu Tianfan has drawn to a close."

The cold wind stirred up the dust, evoking a complex mix of emotions among those present.

They all remembered the young man from Jiangdong, who had once been hailed for his extraordinary talents and achievements.

He had dominated Jiangdong as well as Jiangbei, and he had also vanquished half of Japan.

Apart from that, he had even defeated the mighty Chu Sect.

But alas, despite all his glory and power, his life had been reduced to mere dust before their eyes.

They had witnessed Ye Fan's ascent to greatness, marveled at the towering buildings he erected, and reveled in the sumptuous feasts he hosted for guests, only to witness his eventual downfall.

In the end, all they could do was shake their heads and lament that even the heavens were envious of the talented.

As Xu Lei's mournful cries echoed through the ruins, even the heavens and earth seemed to weep along.

Xu Lei cried until she was drained of all her strength and collapsed on top of the rubble.

No one could fathom the depth of sorrow that gripped her heart at that moment.

Her precious Ye Fan had forsaken her in the end, leaving her to face the world alone.

Ye Qingtian, Sword Saint, and King of Fighters erected a simple grave on the ruins as a tribute to Chu Tianfan, the valiant hero of his time.

Then they departed, for life had to go on.

For the world at large, the departure of one person was but a minor ripple in the grand scheme of things.

The sun would rise again the next day, and the birds would still continue their melodic chorus.

As Ye Qingtian and his companions journeyed back to Mount Yan, in another realm, a graceful woman was wielding her long sword with elegant movements.

Her lithe figure swayed like a willow in the breeze, and her lustrous hair streamed behind her like a trail of ink on white silk.

As she danced among the trees, all the fallen leaves swirled around her, caught up in the mesmerizing whirlwind of her swordplay.

Her sword technique was fluid and flawless, with each swing, thrust, and jab executed seamlessly and with grace.

What was even more captivating than her technique was her stunning and unparalleled beauty.

As she finished her swordplay, she stood still while holding her sword with poise.

After exerting herself in her swordplay, the woman panted and trembled with exhaustion as sweat dripped down her forehead.

Soon, a slightly older woman approached her.

"Master!" exclaimed the woman who had just finished her practice. She quickly stepped forward and respectfully greeted the older woman with a deep bow.

The older woman who was addressed as Master stood with arms crossed, and her expression was icy and stern.

"It's been almost a year, and this is the extent of your progress? Unstable footwork, imprecise sword strikes, slow speed, and countless flaws... You're utterly useless! Do you really think you can defeat that faithless scoundrel with your current level of skill? Give up now! Even if you practice until you drop dead, you won't even come close to Chu Tianfan's skill!"