A Dish Best Served Cold Chapter 1655

 Chu Qi Tian's heart was filled with fear, and his eyes were wide with horror.


        He simply could not believe the scene in front of him.


        How could his own sure kill strike be blocked by Ye Fan, so easily?


        But just as Chu Qi Tian was lost in thought, Ye Fan had, at some point, turned around.


        A pair of grim eyes had already landed on Chu Qi Tian.


        The moment he was stared at by Ye Fan, Chu Qi Tian's body immediately trembled, as if an electric current had flowed through his body.


        An unparalleled chilling aura immediately swept out from deep within Chu Qi Tian's heart.


        At this moment, Chu Qi Tian actually felt death in such a real way.


        Just as Chu Qi Tian had expected, Ye Fan, who had suffered a sneak attack, already had a killing intent in his heart.


        His body was rampant with cold intent, and a heavy palm slammed fiercely at Chu Qi Tian's chest without a second thought.


        "Qi Tian, be careful!"


        .....


        "Young master, dodge quickly~"


        .....


        "Bastard, how dare you?"


        .....


        "Ye Fan, stop it!"


        Ye Fan's slightest movement seemed to tug at the heartstrings of everyone present.


        In a flash, several people present, roared in unison.


        The father of Chu Qi Tian was even more indifferent, stepping out with a single step, his might exploded in an instant, and a palm strike was already smashed fiercely towards Ye Fan.


        The first thing that happened to him was that he had already practiced the Cloud Dao Heavenly Duel technique to a high level, so how strong was his strength?


        With a sudden flash of his body, he quickly appeared to Ye Fan's left and right.


        The majestic palm brought up a bitter wind and had already reached Ye Fan.


        In response to Chu Zhengliang's attack, Ye Fan naturally did not dare to fight hard.


        He had no choice but to change the direction of his original attack towards Chu Qi Tian, and directly confronted Chu Zhengliang head-on with his palm.


        However, what Ye Fan did not expect was that the one who struck at the same time as Chu Zhengliang was also the Hall Master of the Yanxia Martial God Temple, the Sword Saint!


        At that time, the Sword Saint was naturally shocked when he saw that Ye Fan was going to kill Chu Qi Tian.


        He had to know that once Chu Qi Tian really lost his life at the hands of Ye Fan, then even they, the Yanxia Martial Dao, were afraid that they would have to bear the endless wrath of the Chu family.


        Therefore, no matter what, the Sword Saint had to stop him.


        So, subconsciously, the Sword Saint also struck out at Ye Fan, striking at the exact spot where the enemy must be saved.


        But what the Sword Saint did not expect was that Chu Zhengliang had also moved his hand.


        Boom~


        The two attacks fell almost simultaneously.


        Ye Fan, alone, only blocked Chu Zhengliang's palm strike.


        But the Sword Saint's strike, on the other hand, landed fiercely on top of Ye Fan's back.


        A low boom sounded as if a tile cauldron was thundering.


        Ye Fan only felt a huge force sweeping down through flesh and blood and sinew.


        Along with it, Ye Fan's entire chest cavity suffered the impact.


        With the enemy at his back and front and back, Ye Fan's body trembled tremendously, but the footsteps beneath him never moved a step.


        Finally, beneath the great hall, a dragon roared long and loud.


        His clothes were shattered and golden light rushed to the sky.


        The Dragon God's body was instantly activated by Ye Fan.


        The body of the Golden Dragon, after many years, reappeared in the world!


        With the powerful outburst of Ye Fan's Dragon God Body, Chu Zhengliang and Sword Saint, who were caught off guard, were both shaken back.


        In this place, Ye Fan was the only one left, still standing there.


        His head was lowered and his forehead hair covered his eyes, making it impossible for people to see his demeanour and emotions.


        The watery sunlight from outside shone in and fell on his body, but it cast splashes of light.


        Snapping~


        In the hall, a sound like a pearl falling to the ground suddenly rang out.


        When the crowd looked again, it was actually Ye Fan's feet that had a few more spots of crimson underneath.


        The slap on the Sword Saint's back just now had undoubtedly inflicted an injury on Ye Fan.


        Burning blood was slowly dripping down the corners of his mouth.


        "Little Brother Fan, you're injured~"


        Seeing the sobbing Ye Fan, An Qi's eyes instantly turned red, and tears unconsciously flowed down.


        I don't know why, but seeing Ye Fan injured and vomiting blood was even more painful inside than if she herself had vomited blood.


        Ye Fan didn't say anything, he just raised his head and gently stroked An Qi's forehead and face.


        Looking at An Qi's tear-stained face, Ye Fan suddenly laughed.


        The laugh was desolate and self-deprecating.


        Thinking about him, Ye Fan, he had been at the top of the world.


        When he was young, he was handed down by the ancestors of the Chu family and given the word Tian as his generation.


        Later, he returned to Yanxia, fought for his country, and was awarded the title of Heavenly Pride!


        He was glorified and honoured.


        But what was the result?


        Now the hall was full of people, blood relatives, family and country compatriots, but the only one who cared about him was this little girl who had no relatives in front of him.


        "Little Brother Fan, you're in a lot of pain, aren't you~"


        "I'm sorry, it's all my fault."


        "You shouldn't have come to save me~"


        "It's all because I dragged you down with me..."


        An Qi's tears were like rain, looking at the blood at the corner of Ye Fan's mouth, guilt and self-blame filled her heart.


        Ye Fan smiled gently and whispered comfortingly, "Anqi, little brother Fan doesn't hurt."


        "It's alright, don't worry and there's no need to blame yourself."


        "It's not all for you that I came today."


        "This is my grudge with the Chu family, it has nothing to do with you."


        "Well, you go ahead and stand at a distance."


        "Better, go to your father's side."


        "If you get too close to Little Brother Fan, I'm afraid you'll get hurt."


        Ye Fan smiled lightly, and his soft words were laced with comfort.


        "Anqi, come over here!"


        At this time, An Qi's father and brother also hurriedly came over and pulled An Qi to the side.


        Obviously, the people of the Jones family, too, had realised that this wedding banquet today, I was afraid, was going to be uneventful.


        After persuading An Qi away, Ye Fan spat out the blood in his mouth with a mouthful, and then turned around, his pair of cold eyes instantly looking at the Sword Saint in front of him.


        "I expected that the Chu family would deal with me, I expected that the Chu clan would deal with me, I expected that the world would deal with me, but I never expected that the head of the one hall of my Yanxia Martial God Hall would also strike at me?"


        Ye Fan laughed coldly, and with every word he spoke, the chill and anger in his body grew stronger.


        At the end of the sentence, Ye Fan's body was already as powerful as ice and as monstrous as a dragon.


        "Humph!" In the face of Ye Fan's sneer, the Sword Saint, however, snorted coldly, "It is precisely because I am the leader of Yanxia's martial dao, the master of a hall, that I have to strike all the more!"


        "Ye Fan, it's just as well that you were lawless at home, but now you dare to act recklessly in a foreign country, tarnishing the reputation of our Yanxia Martial Dao, tarnishing the prestige of our Yanxia Martial Dao, causing trouble, and now you even dare to kill the young master of the Chu Sect, causing trouble for the country!"


        "I finally ask you, do you know your crime or not, do you apologize or not, do you kneel or not?"


        The Sword Saint was equally filled with anger and rebuked Ye Fan angrily.


        Tang Hao, who was at the side, saw that things were getting a bit out of hand, so he hurriedly spoke out to persuade him.


        "Ye Fan, the Sword Saint is also doing this for your own good."


        "Just know your sin and apologise."


        "Otherwise, not to mention incurring trouble for the Yanxia Martial God Temple, you yourself, I'm afraid, will also die without a burial place~"


        Tang Hao looked like a peacemaker and advised him repeatedly.


        As Ye Fan listened, he only felt amused.


        "Haha~"


        "Knowing your sin? Apologize?"


        "I went up to the Chu family alone, without using a single soldier of your Martial God Hall, just to get justice for my mother."


        "What is my crime, Ye Fan?"


        "And what apology is there to make?"


        "Moreover, I might as well tell you all that today I will not only kill the Chu Family Young Master, I will also kill the Chu Family Head and step down the entire Chu Clan!"


        The words were majestic and resounded like thunder.


        The resounding words were even more deafening.


        When everyone heard these words, they all turned pale. Everyone in the audience sat up in shock.


        The Sword Saint himself was furious with fear: "Arrogance!"


        "Foolish!"


        "You don't know how to live!"


        Three curses in a row showed the Sword Saint's anger at this moment.


        "Heaven can forgive you for your sins, but you can't live with your own sins!"


        "Since you insist on seeking death, then don't blame me, Yanxia Martial God Hall, for turning my back on you."


        Between his angry words, the Sword Saint took a step forward, before looking around in all directions and facing the crowd, mixing his voice.