A Dish Best Served Cold Chapter 1712

A long time ago, the martial art of Yanxia was proud of the world.


        The martial arts schools of all countries regarded the land of Yanxia as the origin of martial arts, and countless martial artists held it as their faith.


        At that time, all the countries around Yanxia were proud to come to Yanxia to learn from their masters.


        For a long period of time, the strongest people of Yanxia dominated half of the world's strongest forces, and they were the only ones to do so.


        The birth of the Chu Sect was inextricably linked to Yanxia.


        This period of history was the height of the martial arts in Yanxia.


        But unfortunately, for reasons unknown, the supreme power of the martial arts of Yanxia was later lost.


        As if by appointment, the supreme powerhouse of the Yanxia Martial Dao suddenly disappeared.


        Truly, it was as if they had been grabbed away by a mysteriously large hand.


        The once supreme alliance of martial artists in Yanxia, the group of people who wielded the greatest power in the Yanxia Martial Dao, had strangely disappeared.


        So much so that, for a considerable period of time, there was a fault line in Yanxia's martial dao, and a gap in the number of high realm powerhouses.


        Overnight, it completely fell off the altar.


        From that time onwards, the glory of the Yanxia martial dao was gone, and entering the top ten or even the top twenty of the Heavenly Rankings became a dream that countless Yanxia people could hardly reach.


        At one time, the martial power of Yanxia was almost inferior to that of some small countries.


        It was not until the emergence of the God of War, Ye Qingtian, who for the first time ranked Yanxia martial artists in the top 20 and led the renaissance of Yanxia's martial dao to a certain extent.


        Although there was still a huge gap from a super power such as the Chu Sect.


        However, compared to the martial dao of the rest of the countries, it was already not far behind.


        However, the ranking of twelve on the War God Heavenly Ranking was still not enough.


        Therefore, over the years, the greatest dream of the martial artists in Yanxia was to have someone who would be close to the top ten of the Heavenly Ranking.


        Now, Ye Fan had achieved this goal.


        And, it was much more than the top ten on the Heavenly Ranking.


        Rather, he was number one on the Heavenly Rankings!


        A long-held wish for a hundred years had come true in one day.


        Originally, this should have been a time of national celebration.


        However, the Sword Saint and the others were not happy in the slightest.


        "Why is it him?"


        "For... Why, was it Chu Tianfan?"


        "Why is it not him, Chu Tianfan, who made my Yanxia's history?"


        After a long silence, the Sword Saint's eyes were filled with self-deprecation as he murmured in a low voice.


        Tang Hao was also baffled and speechless.


        As for Mo Wu Ya, the emotions in his heart were even more complicated.


        Back then, he was almost at the hands of Chu Tianfan, so why, after such a long time, did this guy come out of nowhere in such a way?


        He was still complacent because he had reached the 50th place on the Heavenly Ranking, but now, when compared to Chu Tianfan, his 50th ranking was undoubtedly a joke.


        Ringing bell~


        Just as the Sword Saint and the others were having mixed feelings, the phone in the main hall rang again.


        At first, none of the Sword Saints were in the mood to answer it.


        However, the phone kept ringing.


        In desperation, Sword Saint only had to go over and answer it.


        "Haha~"


        "Sword Saint, congratulations."


        "Number one on the Heavenly Ranking, you Yanxia, a dragon has emerged!"


        "We have someone in Asia, finally, standing at the top of the Heavenly Ranking!"


        Before the Sword Saint could say anything, congratulatory voices were heard over the phone.


        The Sword Saint's face darkened then, and, resisting the urge to curse, he hung up the phone with a bang.


        And this time, he even unplugged the phone line.


        Congratulations?


        Congratulations!


        Now the Sword Saint was in the mood to cry.


        He didn't want to say a word, he just wanted to sit there and be quiet for a while.


        Boom~


        But in this world, things often don't go as planned.


        Before the Sword Saint could sit down, a loud bang could be heard.


        The alloy door in front of him was kicked open.


        Between the door and the window, a majestic and sturdy figure appeared, under the Martial God's Hall!


        "War .... War God?"


        Tang Hao's eyes widened then.


        "Ye... Uncle Ye?"


        Mo Wu Ya was even more frightened and trembled.


        This was the first time he had seen Ye Qingtian look like this.


        The entire person stood there like a blazing fire burning brightly.


        The majestic anger was so great that it was close to overturning the entire Martial God Hall.


        "God of War, you... What's wrong with you?"


        Tang Hao's voice trembled a little, perhaps because his heart was weak.


        It was because he had guessed a few of the War God's intentions for coming, but still asked.


        "I've just returned from Jiangdong."


        "He's back alive."


        Ye Qingtian's face was expressionless, and his words were so gloomy that they almost dripped water.


        "Is... Is that so?"


        Tang Hao was still shivering.


        He didn't know what to say, and could only reply in a perfunctory manner.


        Finally, he laughed out loud in embarrassment.


        "It's good to be back, it's good to be back~"


        "Haha~"


        "It's good that we have one more strong person in Yanxia."


        "In the future, our Yanxia martial power will invariably grow by several more points."


        Tang Hao laughed harshly.


        Ye Qingtian smiled sarcastically at his words, "Growing?"


        "Wasn't he even expelled from the Yanxia Martial Way by you guys?"


        "If people are stronger and more powerful, what does it have to do with Yanxia?"


        Tang Hao's face turned white as he hurriedly explained, "This... It's... Isn't this all forced by the situation?"


        "Wait for me to explain to Ye Fan, I believe he will understand."


        Tang Hao spoke in a low voice.


        "Understand?"


        "Do you take people to be your father, spoiling you all so much?"


        "I came here to tell you guys."


        "He has already said that after today, the Jiangdong Martial Way will no longer be led by the Martial God Hall."


        "And, let us never enter Jiangdong again!"


        "Is this result satisfactory to you all?"


        Ye Qingtian laughed coldly, and above his forehead and face, there was a morose chill suffusing his face.


        "This... This..."


        "Ye Fan, did he really... Really said that?"


        Tang Hao was instantly staggered in place, his eyes full of disbelief.


        What did Ye Fan mean by this?


        Undoubtedly, he was going to make a complete cut with the Martial God Hall and no longer have any dealings.


        He was even letting the Jiangdong Martial Way break away from the leadership of the Martial God Hall and form its own sect.


        If anyone else dared to say this, the Martial God Hall would bring a large number of powerful people to kill them the next day.


        However, when Ye Fan said this, Tang Hao and the others had no other choice but to be shocked.


        What else could they do?


        Could they once again classify Ye Fan as the sinner of the nation and rise up against him?


        Don't be ridiculous.


        The Chu Family had almost let Ye Fan trample them down, not to mention the Martial God Hall.


        With Ye Fan's ascension to the top of the Heavenly Rankings, the Dragon God Hall was known throughout the world.


        It could be said that today, the Martial God Hall had been reduced to a second-rate power in the Yanxia Martial Dao.


        As long as Ye Fan was willing, it would not be difficult for him to lead the strong people of the Dragon God Hall and change this Yan Mountain into his possession.


        "Sword Saint, why aren't you speaking?"


        "Where is the vigour you had when you abolished Ye Fan's seal and expelled him from the Yan Xia Martial Dao?"


        "What was the reason for my decades of planning and the number of martyrs who went before and after the effort car?"


        "It was not for the sake of being able to cultivate a supreme powerhouse for my Yanxia Martial Dao that could reach the top ten of the Heavenly Ranking."


        "But what about now?"


        "Ye Fan has been forced to die an old death with my Martial God Hall!"


        "You have personally cut off the future of my Yanxia Martial Dao!"


        Ye Qingtian was furious, his low, angry voice resounding in all directions, and the entire Martial God Hall could not help but tremble under Ye Qingtian's angry words.


        The Sword Saint's old face turned pale and remained silent.


        Finally, he staggered one step and his entire body fell directly onto the seat.


        However, after his anger, Ye Qingtian quickly suppressed the anger in his heart.


        He turned around, turning his back to the Sword Saint and the others, and said slowly in a deep voice, "The bell must still be tied to untie it."


        "Think of a way to make amends."


        "Ye Fan, he, is not a heartless and heartless person."


        "It's just that this time, you have hurt him too deeply."


        "But as long as you are sincere enough, I believe that it is possible to heal his relationship with the Martial God Hall."


        Ye Qingtian's low words rang out quietly.


        After saying that, the War God also left.


        Within the Martial God Hall, only a silent silence remained.