A Dish Best Served Cold Chapter 1627

 Deadly silence!


        A dead silence.


        Who would have thought that after the two great sealers had interceded, Ye Fan would still chop off a Patriarch's arm with overwhelming force.


        Ye Fan's dominance and majesty had undoubtedly deterred everyone in an instant.


        "This... This Ye Fan, I'm afraid he's a madman."


        "Even the face of a sealed powerhouse... Not even giving it?"


        Amongst the crowd, there was an uproar.


        Especially those martial artists from outside the city who had come to watch were even more shocked.


        In their eyes, the two of them, Tang Hao and the Fist Emperor, were both god-like beings.


        Who dared to disobey the words of the Pillar State's strongest man, which were like holy orders?


        However, who would have thought that Ye Fan would be so ruthless?


        He had no regard for any seal or not, and he had rigidly chopped off Ke Che's arm right in front of them.


        This was undoubtedly equivalent to, in public, slapping the Fist Emperor in their faces.


        However, shocking as it was, when one thought about it, what Ye Fan did was actually within reason.


        After all, there was a saying in the martial arts world that a sect master could not be insulted, and a sealed sect master, even more so.


        This Ye Fan, who had been given the Peerless Seal, was a pillar of the nation.


        When Yan Bu Ping and the others had spoken and acted before, they had no respect for Ye Fan at all.


        What they had even done was a great affront to Ye Fan.


        In the martial arts world, to take such a risk on a Sealed Patriarch would be an almost certain death.


        Now, Ye Fan had only taken one of his arms, and to a certain extent, it was indeed merciful.


        However, Fist Emperor Mo Kucheng and the others did not care about this.


        After seeing Ye Fan forcefully strike at Yan Bu Ping and the others despite their obstruction, the Fist Emperor was undoubtedly furious: "You vertical son!"


        "How dare you?"


        "How dare you disobey us?"


        "Today, I, Mo Kucheng, will capture you alive and send you to Yan Mountain to be punished!"


        Mo Gucheng's veins were rippling, and in his dantian, a huge surge of powerful qi gushed wildly.


        In the eyes, he was about to make a move with Ye Fan.


        But still, he was stopped by Tang Hao.


        "Fist King, calm down."


        "Don't you forget what the War God told you and me before we came."


        "If not for a legitimate reason, we must not turn against Ye Fan."


        "The words of the War God and the Sword Saint, have you forgotten them?" Tang Hao advised in a deep voice.


        "He is murderous and cruel, slaughtering my Yanxia's important ministers. Is this reason not enough?" Mo Kucheng asked sternly in return.


        Tang Hao shook his head, "Patriarchs are not to be insulted, and sealed patriarchs are even more so. Yan Bu Ping and the others offended Ye Fan in the first place, today Ye Fan is killing them, and to be honest, other than condemnation on a moral level, there is nothing else we can say."


        When a person's status is at an extremely high level, dignity and glory are often more important than life.


        Such is the case with Sealed Patriarchs!


        Just because they wielded great power, their dignity was even more sacred and inviolable.


        Those who offend them will die!


        That was why Tang Hao had said that it was no big deal for Ye Fan to kill Yan Bu Ping and the others.


        After pacifying the Fist Emperor, Tang Hao was afraid that Ye Fan would continue to hunt down and kill Yan Buping, so he hurriedly turned his head and shouted, "A bunch of trash, what are they still crying for?"


        "Those who don't want to die, hurry up and get over here and kneel down to thank the Peerless Seal for not killing them!"


        "Things that don't know how to live and die, Sealed Patriarch, how dare you insult them?"


        Tang Hao was also furious.


        I had thought that these old guys were old and scheming and should be much more steady and cautious in their actions.


        But who would have thought that they would make such a low-level mistake.


        How dare they be disrespectful to the seal?


        How dare they disrespect a man's wife?


        Is this not a case of thinking that you have a long life?


        Today's end is indeed their own fault!


        However, Tang Hao did not know that it was because of their high seniority and high moral standing that Yan Bu Ping and the others had been so critical of


        But Tang Hao did not know that it was because Yan Bu Ping was of high rank and respected that he was even more unconvinced of rising stars like Ye Fan.


        Just like Ke Che, who simply did not acknowledge that Ye Fan, a milquetoast brat, was worthy of the title of Seal.


        But now, such thoughts of theirs were undoubtedly dispelled by Ye Fan.


        It was estimated that, after today, if they saw Ye Fan again, they would probably avoid him from a distance.


        Under Tang Hao's scolding, as much as Yan Bu Ping's body hurt, they all gritted their teeth and took a few steps forward, before really kneeling down to Ye Fan.


        "Thank you... Thank... Lord Wushuang, for not killing them!"


        .....


        The others were all better off, just broken bones, and there was still hope for them to heal later. Ke Che, on the other hand, was covered in blood, and the pain of his broken arm nearly made him faint.


        But in order to stay alive, he gritted his teeth and, while covering his broken arm, climbed up with difficulty and knelt on the ground, saying in a single word, "Thank... Thank you, Lord Wushuang, for not killing me~"


        .....


        As they said these words, some people had fear in their hearts, others were filled with resentment, and others had their hearts dripping with blood, feeling that they had lost face.


        But what could be done about it?


        Even though they had a thousand reluctances and resentments in their hearts, before absolute power, they could only kneel down and thank them.


        This is the magic of power.


        To break your arm, to hurt your body, and yet you don't even dare to hate, you still have to kneel down and thank someone for not killing you.


        Looking at the scene in front of her, Qiu Mu Orange was slightly frozen.


        She suddenly understood why Yan Bu Ping had said earlier that although she and Ye Fan were husband and wife, they had never entered his world.


        Today's scene made Qiu Mu Orange truly understand that the world in which Ye Fan lived was actually so cruel.


        But Qiu Mu Orange did not feel terrible for Ye Fan, she only blamed herself more.


        He must have stepped into that cruel and dangerous world for himself and for the sake of this family.


        "You guys should be grateful."


        "You are Yanxia clan masters."


        "Otherwise, let alone Hao Tian begging for mercy, even if the God of War himself came to beg for mercy for you, I, Ye Fan, would still behead you!"


        "Get lost."


        "In the future, do not enter Jiangdong half a step again."


        "Otherwise, next time, it will not be your arms but your heads that will be cut off!"


        The words were harsh, with a bitter killing intent and coldness.


        The bodies of Ye Bu Ping and the others unconsciously trembled.


        In the end, after hearing Ye Fan tell them to leave, several Patriarchs such as Yan Bu Ping, rushed away as if they had been pardoned.


        Perhaps it was because they were too weak, or perhaps they had pushed too hard, Ke Che did not take a few steps before he fell head first to the ground, but quickly got up again and hurriedly fled.


        After "sending" them away, Ye Fan also turned around and walked up to Qiu Mu Orange.


        This silly girl, who was clearly covered behind her, was still standing in the rain, looking up at her teenager.


        Tears mixed with rainwater, sliding down her forehead and face.


        Ye Fan reached out his hand and gently kneaded her upturned pretty nose.


        "Silly girl, it's alright."


        "The bad guys have been beaten away by your husband."


        Ye Fan smiled gently, his warm smile was only like the spring breeze in June, giving a slight warmth in the midst of these cold leaves.


        The current Ye Fan was actually a different person from the teenager who had killed so many people just now.


        As he spoke, Ye Fan had already stretched out his arms and took his woman, into his arms.


        "Ah."


        "Ouch~"


        Qiu Mu Orange let out a moan, grimacing in pain.


        It turned out that Ye Fan had touched the arm that had just been injured by Ke Che.


        Ye Fan showed her that it was only dislocated, and quickly connected it for her.


        "Come on, let's go home."


        Also ignoring the gazes of the people around him, not to mention the gloomy and full-faced Fist King behind him, Ye Fan wrapped one hand around Qiu Mu Orange's waist and held up a pair of his jade legs with the other, before taking the whole thing into his arms.


        It was as if a monarch, after unifying the mountains and rivers, was carrying his empress home.


        Such a romantic and warm scene was the envy of the crowd.


        Even Meng Wangyu, who had always hated men, had an envious glow in her beautiful eyes.


        It turned out that having someone to love and protect was such a happy and romantic thing.


        She suddenly understood An Qi a little.


        She also suddenly understood why Qiu Mu Orange was so infatuated with this young man.