The Man In Rage novel Chapter 1830

War God's voice thundered across the place, causing the surroundings to tremble.

Eventually, he spat, “You all deserve to Peking die!”

Those words were brief but hurt like a knife to the heart.

Sword Saint, King of Fighters, and the rest stood there paralyzed.

Their eyes were filled with disbelief.

They could barely believe that it was Ye Qingtian saying those words.

They used to be comrades in arms, yet he was saying such vicious words now.

Those words were simply too much for Sword Saint and the others to hear, leaving them utterly dumbstruck.

“You... You... War God, how can you say that to us? We weren't responsible for Chu Tianfan's death. One should hold the actual perpetrator responsible instead. No matter how furious you are, why are you venting it out on us? Furthermore, Chu Tianfan is so arrogant and bloodthirsty. He has committed multiple murders within China. Despite that, War God Castle still turned a blind eye to him, barely tolerating his antics. However, he killed so many people outside the rainforest back then. How can the martial arts world everywhere else spare him? Do you want China's martial arts world to put its nation in danger just for the sake of a devil? Ye Qingtian, don't forget that we're the pillar of support for China. We are responsible for the survival of our nation's martial arts world. In such a position, how can we act so recklessly? We have to prioritize the bigger picture!”

Unable to bear the humiliation, Mo Gucheng spat the blood in his mouth away and poured out the grievances within him.

However, Ye Qingtian slapped him as soon as the latter's words fell.

With a shriek of agony, King of Fighters was sent flying away with a mouthful of blood.

“King of Fighters!”

“Father!”

Mo Wuya and the others were shocked.

Even Sword Saint and Tang Hao glared at the God with a look of defiance.

“War God, are you really crazy?”

They were on the brink of fury.

For so many years, they had never been humiliated so badly by external enemies.

Yet, they were suffering from such embarrassment right in front of their comrade and compatriot.

Ye Qingtian could never be bothered by what they said. With a frosty expression, he stated coldly, “Mo Gucheng, I slapped you because of how ignorant you are. You're just lying to yourself. If Ye Fan was really a devil who only thirsts for blood, do you think the few of you could've left alive? Others might not know the reason for that catastrophe at Jiangbei, but how can you be oblivious to it too? If those martial artists at Jiangbei hadn't taken advantage of their seniority and wanted to kill Ye Fan, would he have retaliated? As for the massacre outside the rainforest, you have no right to blame Ye Fan! War God Castle was the one who invited Ye Fan into the rainforest. When surrounded by people attacking him, was Ye Fan supposed to sit there and wait for his death instead of retaliating? Outsiders accuse Ye Fan of being a devil because they just wanted to occupy the moral high ground! Yet, you fools just listen to what everyone says blindly. You conspired with those outsiders to sabotage the strongest fighter of China! If you're claiming to act in the interest of the biggest picture, you're just spouting nonsense!”

After a slight pause, he continued, “Do you think that if Ye Fan is no longer around, China will be free from all worries in the future? Now that Chu Yuan has left his seclusion, it's a certainty that Chu Sect will wage war again. If China still had Ye Fan with us, Chu Sect would still be slightly wary. Once Ye Fan entered the god realm, he'd be able to protect China for the next century! Yet, you've destroyed all hopes for the future just for the sake of these trivial interests dangling in front of you. Just you wait! When Chu Sect invades China, it'll be the moment when you fools regret it!”

Ye Qingtian was overwhelmed with fury.

His furious words reverberated across the place, crashing into everyone's ears like a tsunami.

With that, Ye Qingtian left furiously without staying a second longer.

The vast sky extended outside Mount Yan.

That white figure, who had been protecting China for decades, had disappeared from the peak of Mount Van on this fateful day.

“Ye, you can't leave... War God! Ye Qingtian, come back!”

His eyes turning bloodshot from anxiety, Tang Hao jumped to his feet and was about to chase after him.

However, it was impossible for him to catch up to Ye Qingtian, who had already disappeared from the horizon.

“Sword Saint, we cannot lose War God... We must find him back! Sword Saint, say something! What should we do in the future?”

Tang Hao was so anxious that he almost cried.

Meanwhile, Sword Saint had collapsed on the ground. He leaned against a huge boulder and sat there silently for a long time.

His eyes were filled with sorrow and helplessness.

War God's words were still echoing in his mind.

For some reason, when Sword Saint heard Ye

Qingtian accusing him of destroying the future of China's martial arts world and the nation, he felt like daggers were stabbing into his heart.

It was as if all the strength had been sapped from his body.

All of his efforts and accomplishments in his lifetime had suddenly lost all meaning.

For so many years, Sword Saint had been leading War God Castle, pouring his heart and soul into it.