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.

down his wrinkled face due to extreme

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

despair-overwhelmed Mo Wuya instantly

Mo Gucheng's embrace when he was

Wuya was younger, he probably felt that the safest place

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

years. He wanted to handle problems

was still hiding in his father's arms,

matters, but you refused to listen to me and insisted on going ahead with your plans. Do you think Jiangdong 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

surged within Mo Gucheng as he

and was planning to

Mo Gucheng and the others were

charge of China's martial arts world, and a disciple of Mu Zihua, a Grandmaster on the

neither could they be bothered about him, they let him be

to be Chen Jiuzhou's lackey and helped him deal with Jiangdong's matters because he wanted to build

Mo Gucheng was firmly against since the

Tianfan for many years, Mo Gucheng was well aware of

the foolish Mo Wuya refused to

been cast a spell, he stubbornly headed

right to decide for his own future and that

Mo Gucheng immensely

it seemed like it was indeed true that children would have their

things in life that one would wake up to the truth only

I-I know I was

his head in

mistakes, he finally realized his mistake

right, Mo. That's enough. He's already in this state, yet you're still reprimanding him? Quick, help him up first. Let me transfer some Internal

up in War

and the rest had watched Mo Wuya grow up and had treated the

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

helping Mo Wuya up, Xiao Chen immediately

only one in the whole of China who had

come from a prominent and respectable family, but he also had many powerful

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

no one appeared to help or save him when he was on

doorsteps of

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