Jaw-Dropping Son-in-Law

Chen Jiuzhou led the party forward at Mount Yan.

Behind him, Zhao Zhenlu continued to hype up the crowd even though he was injured.

Over a hundred martial artists at the scene ganged up on Ye Fan as their battle spirit was aroused.

Naturally, Chen Jiuzhou spearheaded the assault.

Listening to their accusations and scolds, Ye Fan found the world he lived in to be utterly ironic.

He arrived at Mount Yan to save lives, yet those people treated him like a vicious beast that should be

put to death.

Anyone would've felt enraged if they had to face such grievances.

Ye Fan was not an exception. At that instant, he was completely infuriated.

Intense killing intent churned within him.

“You want to kill me? Do you think you're qualified?”

Boom!

A powerful burst of energy erupted from Ye Fan's body following his bellow.

He decided not to retreat anymore.

Instead, he turned around to meet members of China's martial arts world in battle.

“All of you are determined to seek death, so don't blame me for being merciless.”

Gale howled as his sinister voice echoed like a death call.

His composure and calmness dissipated.

At that moment, standing at Mount Yan was the Chu Tianfan who had conquered all and killed so many

people that his name could invoke fear within others.

His eyes were red like blazing fire.

Ye Fan's terrifying murderous intent seemed to have solidified and was wreaking havoc on Mount Yan.

Taking in that scene, Ye Qingtian grimaced.

Sword Saint and King of Fighters' facial expressions changed drastically as well.

“This is bad.”

“We've incurred Ye Fan's full-intensity wrath.”

“I've mentioned this early on—we shouldn't have forced him.”

“Now that things have progressed to this stage, I'm afraid countless people are going to lose their lives

on Mount Yan.”

Ye Qingtian turned anxious at once. He knew that nothing good would come out of this as Ye Fan was

not an ordinary person. Their best bet was to adopt War God's stance and force Ye Fan to retreat

instead of turning this situation ugly.

Any one of Ye Fan's battle records could've been a generational saga. Convincing him to take the

initiative to withdraw is undoubtedly the best way to deal with the current circumstances. Unfortunately,

these people are behaving so agitatedly and insisting on doing away with Ye Fan.

Ye Fan was the number one supreme grandmaster on the Sky Ranking and a peerless fighter who

could single-handedly slaughter a martial artist of god realm.

No one knew how scary a strong fighter like him would be if he decided to risk it all.

As expected, right after Ye Fan uttered those words, a deafening roar of a dragon pierced the air on

Mount Yan.

Immediately afterward, multiple golden stripes formed on Ye Fan's forehead and slithered around like

flying dragons as if he had unlocked his third eye.

Those golden stripes appeared to be resonating with heaven and earth as clouds suddenly gathered

across the broad horizon.

Masses of dark clouds billowed, and multiple lightning bolts struck from the sky.

Ye Fan stood in mid-air. He resembled the god of lightning, as if a deity was possessing his body.

Fearsome energy spread across the entire area and was channeled into Ye Fan's body.

Consequently, Ye Fan's body seemingly expanded from the injection of rampant power.

The unnerving power that carried the same intensity as an explosion could send chills down the spines

of those who stood even a few hundred meters away.

If Huangniu were there, he would've recognized at first glance that Ye Fan was utilizing the Thunder

God Body Wan'er had previously taught him in the secret realm.

The process sounded lengthy when described in detail.

However, in fact, everything, from when the energy erupted from within Ye Fan's body to the formation

of the Thunder God Body, happened in just the blink of an eye.

While Chen Jiuzhou was still feeling astonished and baffled by the golden lights enveloping Ye Fan's

body, bolts of lightning had already struck the earth.

Covered in the aura of Thunderdrake, Ye Fan thrust his fist in a split second.

The monstrous shockwaves of that punch nearly tore the sky apart.

“What?”

Chen Jiuzhou was instantaneously shocked upon witnessing that scene.

Evidently, he didn't anticipate Ye Fan's power to amplify significantly in just a few moments.

“As expected of a man who used to dominate China. You're indeed quite capable. Nevertheless, can

you match up against me with that insignificant power? You're being delusional!” Chen Jiuzhou

grimaced as a cold glint flashed across his eyes.

Then, he unleashed his sword skill, Nine Blades Technique.

Flaming crimson sword energies were pelted in Ye Fan's direction.

However, to Chen Jiuzhou's surprise, his attacks failed to stop Ye Fan's mighty punch.

With a loud thump, Chen Jiuzhou's ferocious attack was nullified.

The intense shockwave traveled along Chen Jiuzhou's sword and struck his body, causing him to be

sent flying backward by Ye Fan's punch.

“D*mn it! How can he be so strong?” Chen Jiuzhou cursed.

He realized he had underestimated Ye Fan.

The explosive strength of Thunder God Body had far exceeded Chen Jiuzhou's imagination.

As a result, Chen Jiuzhou was caught in a disadvantageous position following the collision. Blood

trickled down his sword-wielding hand.

I was too careless!

Nonetheless, his negligence merely resulted in him sustaining minor injuries, but the same couldn't be

said for the rest of the party, as the consequences they suffered were dire.

Right after Ye Fan got the better of Chen Jiuzhou, the remaining martial artists were completely

exposed to Ye Fan since no one else could shield them, especially Zhao Zhenlu, who had shouted the

most aggressively earlier.

Zhao Zhenlu was so nonplussed that he almost wet himself when he saw Chen Jiuzhou being sent

flying backward and Ye Fan dashing toward him.

No one present was that stupid.

Although Ye Fan's behavior had infuriated them, most of them were well aware that they weren't his

match.

They had the guts to gang up on him simply because Chen Jiuzhou was there to take the brunt.

By assisting Chen Jiuzhou, they could leave a good impression on Chen Jiuzhou while venting their

resentment toward Ye Fan.

After all, if Ye Fan were to destroy Dragon Gate, he would invoke the anger of all martial artists of

China.

Yet, none of them had expected Chen Jiuzhou to be thrown backward after getting hit by a single

punch from Ye Fan.

All of a sudden, they became positioned at the frontline of the battlefield and were forced to engage in

a head-on fight with Ye Fan, especially Zhao Zhenlu.

He was scared out of his wits at the sight of Ye Fan in his proximity.

He turned around and fled, but no one could escape Chu Tianfan's assault.

Ye Qingtian and the others watched as Ye Fan, covered in sparks of lightning, charged toward the

crowd like a Grim Reaper harvesting souls.

Ye Fan unleashed all kinds of deadly moves while a malevolent aura overflowed from his body.

Under Thunder God Body's reinforcement, every part of his body turned into razor-sharp weapons.

In just a few moments, blood showered Mount Yan.

Horrible shrieks and cries of despair reverberated throughout War God Castle.

“Stop! Ye Fan, stop!”

Ye Qingtian's heart bled as he took in that scene.

He, Sword Saint, and the others swiftly dashed forward and attacked Ye Fan unreservedly.

Some of the martial artists were spared after Ye Qingtian and the others joined in the fray to hold off

most of Ye Fan's attacks.

Still, War God and his peers were no match for Ye Fan, whose abilities were greatly enhanced by

Thunder God Body.

After exchanging a few blows, Ye Fan sent the three pillars of China flying backward.

Their heavy bodies crashed into a few hills, smashing them into smithereens in the process.

“Chu Tianfan, do you think you're doing right by China for slaughtering all these people? How could you

do this to your country? Don't you feel guilty?” Ye Qingtian got to his feet and bellowed at Ye Fan.

“Guilty? The ones who should feel guilty are you guys! I'm telling you, Ye Qingtian, I, Chu Tianfan, have

never let my people down!” Ye Fan's roar echoed in the air.

He continued emitting a strong aura. Blood drenched his lightning-covered body.

Overwhelmed by fear and remorse, Zhao Zhenlu and the others groveled at Ye Fan's feet, begging for

mercy.

Nevertheless, Ye Fan's killing spree did not last long.

Soon, Chen Jiuzhou, wielding his blades, charged forward and traded blows with Ye Fan. He rapidly

parried the latter's attacks.

“D*mn you, Chu Tianfan! How dare you try to ruin my Dragon Gate Project? My hatred will not be

quenched unless I crush you and reduce you into a pile of ash today!” Chen Jiuzhou exploded with

rage. This man showed up here with the intent of demolishing Dragon Gate. Then, he murdered the

talented martial artists I'd meticulously selected. This behavior of his, which impedes the progression of

the Dragon Gate Project, cannot ever be forgiven!