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.

wrinkled

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

despair-overwhelmed Mo Wuya instantly

was a feeling that resembled how he would hide in Mo Gucheng's embrace when he was hunted down by others after getting into

safest place in

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

his self-worth for all those years. He wanted to handle problems and responsibilities independently and not live in his father's

was still hiding in his father's arms, just like he did as

is 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 could flip it back for you. But this is Jiangdong... You punk. You refused to listen to me. See what happened

rage surged within Mo Gucheng as he carried Mo Wuya

authority quickly and was planning to

and the others

was now the new Hall Master of War God Castle, the person in charge of

neither could they be bothered about him, they let

deal with Jiangdong's matters

was something Mo Gucheng was firmly against since

with Chu Tianfan for many years, Mo Gucheng

the foolish Mo Wuya refused to heed

if he had been cast a spell, he stubbornly headed toward Jiangdong, refusing to listen to

grown-up and had the right to decide for his own

left Mo Gucheng

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

that one would wake up to the truth only after personally experiencing

I-I know I was

his head in shame after

he finally

yet you're still reprimanding him? Quick, help him up first. Let me transfer

in War God

watched Mo Wuya grow up

natural for them to feel heartbroken after seeing how badly injured Mo

Xiao Chen

whole of China who had the

a prominent and respectable family, but

nowhere comparable to Ye Fan's. That man had always been

to help or save

up to the doorsteps of the Chu residence, and knock on Old Madam Chu's door, all

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