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

It's just

the despair-overwhelmed Mo Wuya instantly felt much more

when he was hunted down by

safest place

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

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 like he did as

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 to you now? If Mr. Ye didn't predict Chu Tianfan's return, prompting us to quicken

rage surged within Mo Gucheng as he carried Mo Wuya into

Jiuzhou was eager to establish his authority quickly and was planning

doubt, Mo Gucheng and the others were clear

Castle, the person in charge of China's martial arts world, and a disciple of Mu

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

Wuya took the initiative to be Chen Jiuzhou's lackey and helped him deal

Gucheng was firmly against since the

many years, Mo Gucheng was

Mo Wuya refused

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

the right to decide for

that left Mo

their own piece

would wake up to the truth

know

finally lowered his head in

had made mistakes, he finally realized his mistake after

still reprimanding him? Quick, help him up first. Let me transfer some Internal

up in War

rest had watched Mo Wuya grow up and

natural for them to feel heartbroken after

Xiao Chen immediately attended to the

the only one in the whole of China who had the

family, but he also had many

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

no one appeared to help or save him when he was

up to the doorsteps of the Chu residence,

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