Yes, in the eyes of these people like Yan Bu Ping, Ye Fan, no matter how famous he was, was only a junior, so naturally it was difficult for him to be accepted by these old generation powerhouses who had become famous long ago.
Therefore, even though Ye Fan was now nominally a sealed Grandmaster, few people in the Yanxia Martial Dao today gave Ye Fan the respect he deserved.
Just like these people like Yan Bu Ping, in front of Ye Fan, there was only arrogance and majesty, but no respect or courtesy at all.
If they were sitting in the presence of other Yanxia Seal Sovereigns, they would not have done so.
In the end, Ye Fan was still too shallow and too young, so it was naturally difficult to gain recognition from Ke Che and the others.
"Hmph, for your old man's sake today, I will not bother with him."
Ke Che snorted coldly, forcing down the anger in his heart.
Then with a fierce force, he directly pushed Qiu Mu Orange to the side.
However, perhaps because of the excessive force, Qiu Mu Orange's arm was directly dislocated by Ke Che, causing Qiu Mu Orange to gnash her teeth and almost shed tears.
But Ke Che ignored it and turned his head, "Let's go!"
In a cold voice, Ke Che grabbed Meng Wangyu and prepared to leave.
"Patriarch Wushuang, we will first return to Yan Mountain to resume our orders."
"As for you, you must go to Yan Yang Town within seven days to kneel down and forgive yourself!"
"I hope you, take good care of yourself."
Before leaving, Yan Bu Ping gave Ye Fan one last reminder.
He then waved his hand, led the other four Patriarchs and turned his head to leave.
"Hold on."
Just as Yan Bu Ping and the others had not taken a few steps out, Ye Fan's indifferent voice, however, sounded once again.
"Hm?"
"Patriarch Wushuang, could it be that you still have something else?"
Yan Bu Ping turned back and asked.
Ke Che and the others' gazes also looked over, as if they wanted to see what else this Ye Fan had to say.
"As I said, if it's to show gratitude, then there's no need."
"Even if you want to thank, just go to Yan Mountain and thank the Fist Emperor Sword Saint and the others."
"Originally, according to my Yan Xia custom, collaborating with the enemy and committing treason is a crime of certain death."
"However, the Sealed Lords were magnanimous enough to give you a lenient sentence, so in the future you..."
Yan Bu Ping stood with his arms folded, facing Ye Fan, and spoke slowly, with an old-fashioned look, but with a certain sense of looking down from above.
However, before Yan Bu Ping could finish, Ye Fan's cold words then rang out, "Kneel down."
What...? What...?
The two words, which were so light and breezy, fell on the ears of Yan Buping and the others, but they were just like a huge rock falling into the sea, causing huge waves to rise.
But then Yan Buping's body trembled and for a moment he thought he had heard wrong.
Ke Che was also wide-eyed, having some difficulty believing what he had heard.
"You... What did you say?"
"What are you asking us to do?"
Ke Che, who had already walked to the far side, could not hold back and asked Ye Fan again.
"Kneel down."
Another word fell, an indifferent tone, calm as if water was stopped.
However, who knew what kind of moroseness lay beneath Ye Fan's seemingly calm tone of voice.
Li Er and Lei Lao San, those who had experienced Ye Fan's majesty, had already been scared silly.
Their faces were pale and their hearts trembled.
The way they were silenced was like walking on thin ice in the abyss!
They knew that there was going to be another bloodbath on this Cloud Mist Lake.
"How dare you!"
"You youngster, your mouth is unrestrained and arrogant~"
"We are the elders in front of you, you don't have any respect or courtesy, how dare you offend us like this?"
Ke Che was immediately furious, his face full of gloom as he shouted at Ye Fan.
Yan Bu Ping also frowned, looking at Ye Fan with displeasure, "Wushuang Seal, I hope you will watch your words and actions."
"Youth is indeed an advantage for you, but it is not something you can rely on unscrupulously."
"When I call you the Wushuang Seal, it is out of respect for the Martial God Hall, the Sword Saint, and the Fist King, not really because of you."
"Still, put yourself in your place and behave yourself."
"Although, it is said that the back wave of the Yangtze River pushes the front wave. But sometimes, the front wave is not so good at pushing."
Yan Bu Ping did remain calm, speaking in a tone that was not as violent as Ke Che's.
But outside the words, the implication of threat was already very clear.
After saying this, Yan Bu Ping then called out to Ke Che and the others and continued to leave.
"Elder Yan, this vertical son has treated us with such disrespect, without even an apology, and we are just going to leave?" Ke Che, however, was upset, to the effect that he had to teach Ye Fan a lesson.
"That's enough!"
"I've said it, he's a Sealed Patriarch after all."
"Even if his name doesn't live up to it, he is by no means something we can easily deal with."
"There's no need to clash with him just because of a spirited argument."
Yan Bu Ping bellowed in a low voice.
"Elder Yan, when did you become so tolerant?"
"Even Wang Bajie is not as tolerant as you are!"
"If this junior doesn't teach a lesson, he won't know to respect us seniors." Ke Che was still furious.
"That's easy for you to say."
"But don't you forget that he's someone who has truly slaughtered a Patriarch."
"Perhaps if the five of us join forces, we can overpower him."
"But if he gets mad, it wouldn't be difficult to pull a few back on his deathbed."
Although Ke Che's previous judgement of Ye Fan's strength was somewhat justified, the scruples in Yan Bu Ping's heart were still there.
Therefore, the principle of how Yan Bu Ping dealt with Ye Fan today was to hold back as much as he could.
In the end, under Yan Bu Ping's discouragement, although Ke Che and the others were unhappy, they suppressed their anger and did not pursue the matter further.
However, just as they were resting their case and turning to leave again, Ye Fan's words, once again, rang out.
"I'll say it one last time, kneel down."
Boom~
This time, a mighty force exploded from Ye Fan's body.
Powerful Qi swept through, blowing away the wind and rain in the sky.
The earth beneath Ye Fan's feet actually cracked under these words as well.
Fine gaps, as if they were spider webs, spread out.
This scene was naturally caught in the eyes of Yan Bu Ping and the others.
"It looks like Patriarch Wushuang is definitely going to make us kneel today?"
Yan Bu Ping's expression gradually cooled down, and the palms beneath his sleeve robes quietly clenched.
"However, you are still so powerful."
"You are treasonous and collaborating with the enemy, not only do you not know how to be ashamed, but you are still putting on a show for us here?"
"Even Ye Qingtian, the number one war god of Yanxia, is not as imposing as you are, making us kneel down?"
"What's more, do you really think that just because you've been given a title, you have the power of a title?"
"Your name of Wushuang is nothing more than a posthumous title."
"You are only a junior who has been practising martial arts for twenty years, how much more powerful can you be?"
"That day, if the God of War hadn't pleaded for your mercy, this Peerless title of yours, my Yanxia Martial Dao, would have been abolished for you long ago!"
Yan Bu Ping laughed back in anger, the emotions that had been suppressed in his heart were undoubtedly released instantly at this moment.
"I, Yan Bu Ping, have been traversing the world for dozens of years and have seen countless people."
"What kind of demons have I not seen?"
"But someone as arrogant and disobedient as you is unheard of!"
"How dare you make us masters kneel down?"
Yan Bu Ping's face was full of ice as he spoke with pride.
His voice was so loud that it exploded one after another.
The successive words were like swords.
The resounding momentum, however, trembled in all directions.
"Since that is the case, there is nothing more to say."
"If you don't kneel, this Dragon Master will kneel for you."
As the words fell, Ye Fan's face was steeply icy cold.
His paws stepped down with a fierce stomp!
"Kneel down!"
Boom~
In the midst of the majestic drink, an unprecedented terrifying aura was released from Ye Fan's body.
At the same time, a powerful qi burst out from under Ye Fan's feet.
It struck Yan Buping directly above his knees with the speed of lightning.
"Ah~ahhh~"
Clothes were shattered and flesh and blood exploded.
With a miserable scream, Yan Bu Ping's entire body, then fell to his knees with a loud bang.
"Elder Yan!"
"Bastard, you dare to sneak attack and make a move on Elder Yan?"
"Simply looking for death!"
Seeing this, Ke Che glared in anger.
Cursing out loud, he directly stormed up.