The Man In Rage novel Chapter 1790

Ye Fan's gaze was wintry while a cruel killer's intent burned inside him.

However, these were things that were not immediate and too premature to speak of in the present time.

Ye Fan knew well that his prospect of returning to China safely was an unknown in itself, but should he reemerge one day, he was certain that blood would flow like a river.

“Let's get you out of here first, Yurou.”

Ye Fan lifted the barely alive He Yurou in his arms and leaped downstairs, but the moment he had his feet set upon the ground, nearly a hundred fighters from the Chu Sect came swarming in like the tide and had the pair completely surrounded.

Tang Xian, who was smote down from upstairs by Ye Fan's palm just a moment before, wiped the blood off the corner of his lips as he made his reappearance here.

“Seems to me that you really aren't that concerned about dying.” Ye Fan cast a glance over with his tone sinister and threatening.

At the same time, an intensely imposing aura radiated off Ye Fan.

That oppressive mountain-like presence was no small source of disquiet for the disciples of the Chu Sect in the vicinity, who found themselves unconsciously backing off several paces.

Obviously, these people were already well acquainted with the dread that they had experienced last time from Ye Fan on Mount Chumen.

That fear of being dominated by Ye Fan was not exclusive to Tang Xian, as these disciples of the Chu Sect were no strangers to it either.

“1-1 think we'd better retreat, Mr. Tang.”

“We ought to get Old Master over here,” one of the Guardians of Chu Sect to the side said in a small and fretful voice.

The one before us is a born-killer. Even the head of the Chu Sect, Chu Zheng Hang, saw defeat at his hands and remains wailing and staked to Mount Chumen as we speak.

Nearly two thousand members throughout the ranks of the Chu Sect had been slain singlehandedly by Ye

Fan, so the few hundred of them really did not measure up before this natural born-killer.

Prior to their arrival, these people were under the impression that Ye Fan was on the cusp of death and did not pose a threat.

However, seeing him in the flesh impressed upon them that his body was not heavily wounded in the least, and having borne witness to Ye Fan's astonishing ability to heal himself, these fighters from the Chu Sect began to shrink.

“What are you panicking for? Surely you don't believe that Chu Tianfan could have resurrected himself from the brink of death within these few short days? He's just putting up a strong front!” barked Tang Xian solemnly.

Tang Xian, too, was scared out of his wits when Ye Fan suddenly showed up and charged at him in a way that caused him to completely lose his sense of judgment.

Yet, after he was knocked out of the park by Ye Fan just now, Tang Xian had since calmed and recollected himself.

In his esteem, Ye Fan could not possibly have recovered to full strength from the extent of injuries

sustained that day even if he was a deity reborn.

Moreover, had Ye Fan truly recovered from his injuries, Tang Xian would not have simply gotten injured from their last encounter; he should have been sent to the nether realms outright.

Whatever the case, all the indications made Tang Xian almost certain that Ye Fan was actually putting on a false front.

“Don't just stand there! Get him!” Tang Xian suddenly bellowed.

Nevertheless, those Chu Sect fighters beside him exchanged apprehensive glances and remained unwilling to advance.

“Bunch of useless fools! None of you can be counted on in these critical moments!”

Tang Xian was absolutely livid with his subordinates. Bereft of options, Tang Xian could only take it upon himself to strike.

“Chu Sect Fatal Moves! Green Celestial Dragon!”

Although Tang Xian had a hunch that this was all just a bit of bravado from Ye Fan, he nonetheless dared

not underestimate the latter.

Thus with his first strike, he opted to go with the Chu Sect's most potent moves.

Against the dark backdrop of the night sky, a phantom of a green dragon slashed through the air and straight for Ye Fan.

Confronted with Tang Xian's abrupt burst of aggression, Ye Fan forcibly activated his powers, sending his flesh into a rapid transformation.

A ferocious punch was thrown out to meet the Qi of that Green Dragon.

Bang!

With a thunderous boom, a burst of Qi swept outward and sent the cars on both sides of the road flying.

With a dull grunt, Tang Xian planted his feet and staggered back several steps.

Under this same rush of power, Ye Fan, too, was sent back several paces in retreat.