Jaw-Dropping Son-in-Law

Over the years, King of Fighters and Sword Saint had imagined the scene of their deaths countless times.

It was filled with tens of thousands of people praying on their knees in a procession that stretched for miles.

The day would be declared a national day for mourning where hordes of citizens would lay flowers.

They had expected their death to be a momentous occasion, but now, it turned out to be a non-event. They were going to lose their lives in the most humiliating manner.

If they could turn back time, both of them would rather go the way Tang Hao did—in a suicide explosion at the peak of Mount Yan.

It would have been a glorious death, but it was now too late for that.

Even though their hearts were filled with sorrow, they knew a price had to be paid for their past actions.

The grass and leaves swayed violently in the chilly breeze.

Both of them were forced to kneel, just like two prisoners waiting to be executed.

“Master, it's time! These two old men had it coming a long time ago for causing you so much misery!”

Gaius, Owen, and the others had nothing much to do with King of Fighters and Sword Saint. They couldn't care less about the deaths of the two pillars of the nation.

Wearing a blank expression, Ye Fan took the sword from Gaius' hand and swung it down furiously.

Whoosh!

The blade let out a demon-like roar as it pierced through the air.

King of Fighters and Sword Saint had closed their eyes in anticipation.

Just when they thought death was upon them, the sword cut through the air, its edge leaving a meter-long ditch after striking the ground.

The earth subsequently trembled as a result of the terrifying power unleashed.

“Master, what are you doing?” Gaius and the others were stunned.

King of Fighters and Sword Saint were equally bewildered.

Ye Fan replied with an indifferent expression, “You know, when you blocked me outside China back then, I swore to myself that if I could make a comeback, I would definitely destroy War God Castle and kill all of you so-called pillars of China. But now that so much time has passed, I have learned to let go. War God is right. You have learned your lesson. To witness your career destroyed by your own hand is probably worse than death itself. On the account of the mercy War God has pleaded for you, I will spare your lives and release you. However, I don't want to see both of you ever again, let alone War God Castle. Do you understand me?”

Ye Fan's frosty words were as sharp as swords.

he turned and left without

an order with no room for

couldn't be any clearer—War

of Fighters and Sword Saint were

wasn't a concern in reality since both of them had lost

gone, all that was left were

seemed to have aged decades

had known this would be their fate, I'm sure

the Jiangbei

War God Castle's lack

turned to dust, only one voice mattered in the martial arts

first light of dawn illuminated the land, a passenger plane gradually took off from Jianghai International

were heading for Mount

of that, he was going to arrange

the day, Chu Sect was still a powerful organization that had existed for more

still had a personal matter to investigate on top of breaking up

Chumen towered

that mountain represented the seat of

Fan had returned, he could feel a sense

ago, when he was in his teenage years, he had been toyed around like an insect by the members of Chu

Chumen was now at

released earlier had lined up in the plaza, their heads hung low,

had stayed back to hold the fort, had known that Chu Yuan had

the matter, for he found Chu Yuan's loss

has been

no way is

incessantly as if madness had

Xian

denial at

warriors of his family, kicked the

tied up at the plaza,

gathered at the Chu Sect

large-scale trial that awaited the arrival

footsteps rang out

“He's here!” Michael yelled.

the sound, they were greeted by the sight of a lanky figure gradually ascending the