Jaw-Dropping Son-in-Law

As soon as Ye Fan heard that the Sword of Yunyang was on Mount Yunding, his initially despondent

expression suddenly brightened.

By then, Tang Yun was already all geared up to begin the final battle against Dragon God Hall with Chu

Sect's fighters.

“Leave, Ye Fan. Our deaths don't matter, but you must live...”

Perhaps Ye Fan's uncles and aunts had also realized that he had lost the upper hand, for they all raced

forward and urged him to leave.

“Indeed, Mr. Chu. No matter what, you must live. It's only then that there's hope for our deaths to be

avenged. Please leave Mount Yunding, Mr. Chu!” Li Er begged desperately, having charged forward as

well.

“Please leave Mount Yunding, Mr. Chu!”

“Please leave Mount Yunding, Mr. Chu!”

Sure enough, a friend in need was a friend indeed.

During the most hopeless moment for Jiangdong, all its people weren't afraid of death, leaving all hope

of life and survival to Ye Fan.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

While everyone was imploring the man to leave, a sword furiously slashed down several times.

The sword energy created deep grooves in the ground around them and shattered the stones. The

fragmented pieces flew everywhere, scoring the faces of many who were present.

“I've said that none of you will be escaping. All of you must die!”

Tang Yun's frosty voice rang out, upon which a chill enveloped the entire place.

“In your dreams, you b*tch! With me here, no one is hurting Ye Fan!”

Fatty rushed forward. Abandoning his wife and daughter, he shielded Ye Fan behind him, even as he

cursed Tang Yun out through gritted teeth.

“Hear, hear! You're a downright vicious woman! Chu Sect has committed great evils, bringing

destruction to the whole world. Mr. Chu merely upheld justice. We'll never allow you to harm a hair on

his head!”

Next, Chen Ao stepped forward.

By then, all the people of Jiangdong who survived had sprinted over tactfully.

They stood before Ye Fan, shielding him with their fragile bodies.

Unfearful of death, they merely wanted to fight for a sliver of hope for Ye Fan.

As Tang Yun looked at them, she was indeed a touch moved.

It was clear as day that she had never expected the helpless mortals to have the guts to stand in her

way to protect the man known as Chu Tianfan.

Unbidden, her curiosity was piqued.

What kind of allure does this man have that so many people are willing to back him up, even at the cost

of their lives? Perhaps he's really a decent person. Otherwise, there wouldn't be such a multitude

pledging allegiance to him. If it's possible, I don't want to kill him either. But ultimately, we're on

opposing sides. I'm the head of Chu Sect while he's against us. For the sake of the sect's interests, he

must die!

“It's useless, so move out of my way. I don't want to hurt you all.”

She regarded the ordinary people in front of her with an indifferent look in her eyes.

Despite viewing life as expendable, she was still reluctant to slaughter all those ordinary people

indiscriminately.

“Never! You want to kill Ye Fan? Over my dead body!”

Li Er, Chen Ao, and the others stood their ground.

Upon seeing that, Tang Yun shook her head.

Her eyes turned cold, and she stomped a foot on the ground hard.

Immediately, an immense burst of Qi blasted out.

Everyone who blocked her path spurted blood and flew backward as though having suffered a heavy

blow.

In a flash, her view was no longer obstructed.

Only Xu Lei and the others were left keeping Ye Fan company.

“Master!”

Seeing that her master was in danger, Moon God, who was severely injured, wanted to bite the bullet

and struggle to her feet.

But no sooner had she exerted force than she again spewed a mouthful of blood.

Left with no other choice, Xu Lei wanted to stand up and confront Tang Yun.

However, Ye Fan held her back. “It's okay, Lei. Leave the rest of it to me.”

“But Ye Fan, your condition—” Xu Lei's eyes brimmed with anxiousness, for she was worried about the

man's condition.

“Don't worry. I've got a plan.”

Ye Fan flashed her a smile, his pale face rendering him as weak as ever.

Even as he walked, he was unsteady on his feet.

“I'll support you, Daddy.”

Breaking free from his aunt, Ye Yuyan, Chu Lin trotted over and took Ye Fan's hand.

Ye Fan smilingly glanced at the little fella who called him “Daddy”.

Although he currently still had no idea how the little fella came to be, his mother had long since

considered Chu Lin her own grandson.

Qiu Mucheng treated him as though he was her own flesh and blood as well.

Regardless of whether they were related by blood, Ye Fan had also accepted the reality of Chu Lin

being his son.

“Are you afraid, Kiddo?”

“Nope! I'm not afraid when I'm with you.”

A gratified smile bloomed on Ye Fan's face.

Is this how it feels to be a father? And is this how it feels to have a son?

“Good boy. In that case, help me forward and battle by my side today.”

And so, a child less than five years old led a man littered with wounds across the ruins toward a

graceful woman with a sword in her hand.

“Ye Fan...”

“Mr. Chu...”

“Ye Fan...”

Witnessing that scene, the people behind them inexorably burst into tears.

For some inexplicable reason, they found the two contrasting figures a tragic sight.

It was as though both father and son were heading toward their deaths in despair.

Indeed, everyone felt that Ye Fan was going to end up dead.

Indeed, everyone felt that Ye Fan was going to end up dead.

After all, he was already severely injured and incapacitated. Contrarily, Tang Yun was at the peak of her

abilities.

Under such a situation, no one was of the opinion that he was her match.

If he knows full well that he's going to die, why is he facing it alone? Perhaps it's because of his sense

of responsibility. Just like on what happened on the coast of Eastsea back then, he did the same as

he's doing today, stepping forward bravely. He put his life on the line in exchange for the safety of all in

Dragon God Hall. Is tragedy going to repeat itself again this time? Could it be that he wants to offer his

life and that of his son in exchange for the Chu Sect to spare Jiangdong, China, and Dragon God Hall?

By then, Ye Fan had already reached Tang Yun.

Only a few meters remained between them.

Ye Fan could distinctly see her beautiful and mesmerizing eyes, while Tang Yun could also clearly

sense the man's weak breathing.

From a distance away, they appeared like star-crossed lovers who were finally meeting again.

Lifting his head, Chu Lin scrutinized the woman who wanted to kill his father up close for the very first

time.

So, this is the evil woman? Sure enough, Mommy is right. All beautiful women are evil. Well, except

Mommy! But... why does she feel so familiar? Why is there an inexplicable sense of intimacy?

He blinked, curiosity written all over his petite face.

As he was staring at Tang Yun, the latter was also studying them both.

She initially thought that she would be exceedingly calm in the face of her enemy.

But for some reason, her heart abruptly ached when she met the gaze of the man in front of her.

It was as though a spot in the depths of her heart cracked, and bitter water was trickling out.

Why do I have such a feeling when I've never seen him or made his acquaintance? What's with this

sense of grief that hints at meeting someone again after a long time?

“What are you spacing out, Tang Yun? Get to it! Kill them!”

At that precise moment, Chu Yuan's enraged voice split the air.

Tang Yun's initially lost gaze started turning chilly once more.

“You're very brave. Unfortunately, you're an enemy of the Chu Sect, so you're destined to die by my

sword.”

In the next instant, those icy words quietly tumbled out of her mouth.

Hearing that, Ye Fan merely flashed her a desolate smile.

“Yeah. You're Tang Yun, the head of Chu Sect. Meanwhile, I'm Ye Fan, the Hall Master of Dragon God

Hall. From the very beginning, we're destined to be on opposing sides. Oh well, let's just end things

here.”