The Man In Rage novel Chapter 1313

"Sorry, you might be placed in the Sky Ranking, but you got yourself there through unscrupulous means. You don't deserve to speak to me at all," said Ye Fan coolly. His words were a loud gust of wind that swept through the forest and lingered in the air.

Ye Fan's mildly spoken words were like a deafening crash of thunder in the ears of Kong Ming and the others, sending waves of shock rippling through them all.

They were utterly stupefied.

"Heavens!"

"Is he an idiot?"

"Has that Chinese young man gone mad?"

"How dare he speak that way to Indra?"

"Does he have any idea who he's talking to?"

"He's an absolute idiot!" "Doesn't he know that Indra is a supreme grandmaster?"

"He's just a grandmaster. How dare he speak so disrespectfully to someone who's been placed on the Sky Ranking?"

Their heads prickled with numbness.

They looked at Ye Fan as if they would an idiot.

A moment ago, they had felt sorry for the young man. He was young and could have had a bright future.

But it appeared that they had been sorely mistaken.

"Arrogant fools like him aren't going to amount to anything at all."

"He'll get himself killed sooner or later even if he survives his ordeal today."

Martial artists whispered amongst themselves as they stared at Ye Fan from a distance.

The awe and adoration that Lu Yan-Xi had

held towards Ye Fan vanished without a trace.

The young man that she had liked had been a strong and talented prodigy, not a brazen, reckless idiot who had overestimated his capabilities.

Ye Fan was no different from an idiot to them.

Even Mike Jones, the young master of a powerful sect like the Chu Sect, knew how to pick his battles.

But Ye Fan didn't appear to have that ability. He had continued to parade himself before a supreme grandmaster and disrespected the latter.

He was undoubtedly trying to get himself killed.

"He's still a young boy, after all,” sighed Kong Ming as he shook his head.

He did not harbor any hopes for Ye Fan.

Everyone knew that his fate had been

sealed when he had spoken those words.

The martial arts circle had a rule. One was to never insult a grandmaster and one was to never, under any circumstances, even under threat of death, insult a supreme grandmaster.

That led only to death.

As everyone expected, whatever remained of Brahma's composure fled him entirely. Fury burned in his eyes.

"Punk, do you know who you're messing with? I've lived and acted honorably my whole life. How dare you malign my good name!" thundered Brahma furiously.