No one could understand the kind of sorrow, disappointment, and indescribable pain and anger Ye Fan was feeling at that moment.

Ye Fan believed that he had sacrificed a lot for the country and the people.

Back then, he unconditionally offered Yuan Lingguo, which he exchanged his life for, to the country.

Despite how War God Castle persecuted him in every possible way, he still showed mercy and even pledged to protect the country in critical situations.

Later, he also imparted the Chu family's secret techniques to Ye Qingtian.

On top of that, he wiped out Chu Sect, killed Chu Yuan, and saved China's martial arts world from a crisis.

It was true that he killed quite a lot of people.

But those people truly deserved to die.

It was a pity no one ever remembered his merits.

All they remembered was that people had died at his hands.

Perhaps that was how people in this world had always been—afraid of power and authority but never grateful for one's good deeds.

Although Ye Fan had so many merits, everyone only remembered him for his viciousness and brutality.

And now, even Ye Qingtian chose to harm him.

Ye Qingtian used to be the only person he cared about in China's martial arts world.

But from the way things looked, he reckoned there was nothing worth for him to hold back anymore.

If that's the case, then there's no need to show any more mercy. I shall settle the many years of grudges and entanglement with War God Castle today.

Meanwhile, several figures appeared in Yunzhou while Ye Fan was snickering away.

They were none other than the three pillars of China, namely War God, Ye Qingtian, Sword Saint, Xiao Chen, and King of Fighters, Mo Gucheng.

As soon as Mo Gucheng arrived, he dashed toward Mo Wuya in a crazed manner.

“Are you okay, Wuya? Hang in there. Quit messing with me. You're my only son. You have to hang in there. If anything bad happens to you, how do I explain to your dead mother?”

The sight of Mo Wuya on the verge of dying hit Mo Gucheng like a sledgehammer in the chest and made his heart wrench.

his wrinkled

fine, Dad... It's just that...

father's arrival, the despair-overwhelmed Mo Wuya instantly felt much

would hide in Mo Gucheng's embrace when he was

felt that the safest place in the world was none other than his father's sturdy

blink of an eye, a few decades soon went by, and the once youthful boy had also

always been trying to prove his self-worth for all those years. He wanted to

the end, Mo Wuya realized he was still hiding in his father's arms,

just any random place? I'd be able to help you no matter how big a trouble you've caused if it was any other province. Even if you turned the world upside down, I

rage surged within Mo Gucheng as he carried

Jiuzhou was eager to establish his authority quickly and was planning to use Chu Tianfan

doubt, Mo Gucheng and the others were clear

the new Hall Master of War God Castle, the person in charge of China's martial arts world,

was beyond Mo Gucheng's and the others' control, and neither could they be bothered about him,

and helped him deal with Jiangdong's

was firmly against since the

many years, Mo

refused to heed

if he had been cast a spell, he stubbornly headed

right to decide for his own future

that left Mo

seemed like it was indeed true that children would have their own piece of mind upon growing up

in life that one would wake

I-I know I

finally lowered his head in shame after hearing his

finally realized his mistake after running into

up first. Let me transfer

in War God Castle

the rest had watched Mo Wuya grow

to feel heartbroken after seeing how badly injured Mo Wuya was

helping Mo Wuya up, Xiao Chen immediately attended to

one in the whole of China who had the luxury to enjoy such

and respectable family,

life was nowhere comparable to Ye Fan's. That man

in Japan back then, no one appeared to help or save him when he was on the brink

end, Ye Fan had to travel across the world, crawl up to the doorsteps of the Chu residence, and knock

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