The Man In Rage novel Chapter 1943

After kicking King Folo away, Ye Fan didn't stop his approach, for he had declared that he would trample upon Folo Palace if they didn't hand Junie over.

It was time to fulfil that promise.

Just like that, Ye Fan disappeared in a flash and arrived in front of the palace where he gradually ascended the stone steps.

When the disciples guarding the palace saw him, they were so terrified that they peed their pants.

Even though the battle between Ye Fan and King Folo occurred more than a thousand meters away, they could clearly see the massive devastation wrought by it.

As a result, they quickly recognized Ye Fan as the enemy who annihilated everyone in his path.

In fact, no one dared to block him in the first half of his journey into the palace. It was until the second half that some fearless disciples finally came to stop him.

“We will live and die together with the Folo Palace!”

Some of them let out a noble battle cry while charging at him.

Faced with the loyal disciples, Ye Fan gave them what they wished for.

Smashing his powerful palm down, he crushed the disciples before they could even scream in agony.

Blood gushed onto the ground like a stream and flowed toward the trees that lined the path, providing them with the most natural of nutrients.

The sacred ground of a nation's martial arts world was sullied beneath Ye Fan's feet.

At that moment, the disciples of the palace stared at him as if he was a demon.

The terror that they felt stopped them from mustering the courage to resist further.

Even our king has been defeated. There's no way underling like us stand a chance against him.

A battle between Supreme Grandmasters was just out of their league.

With no one else in his way, Ye Fan swiftly arrived in the grand hall of the Folo Palace.

The ancient yet magnificent hall looked like a majestic beast that guarded the land.

Behind it was a sea of mountains appearing faintly amidst the clouds and mist.

Standing in front of the hall with his hands behind his back, Ye Fan's voice thundered through the air. “You insects, hand over Junie and I'll let you die with your body whole. Or else, I'm going to tear you limb from limb!”

Boom!

The earth suddenly shook, causing a few more pillars of the damaged hall to collapse.

At the same time, Ye Fan's thundering voice reverberated in all directions.

However, no one responded, and there was no sign of the other Supremes in the palace.

Having lost his patience, Ye Fan bellowed, “I'll give you three seconds to show yourselves. Or I will bathe the sacred land of Folo in the blood of thousands of disciples.”

His words were so terrifying that he scared the lights out of the disciples.

Finally, his threats seemed to have an effect.

From the summit of the Sacred Mountain behind Folo Palace, a sorry figure emerged in the air with two people behind him.

They were the King of India, Fen Tian, and the last Supreme Grandmaster of Folo Palace, Bapei.

The three of them were the Indian martial arts world's last line of defense.

“Chu Tianfan, how many years has it been since you're the first person to have wounded me? Nevertheless, don't think that this is the end of our nation's martial arts world. The great Indian nation with its thousands of years of history isn't one you can easily trample upon. I will now make sure you suffer the consequences of your actions!”

From the summit of the Sacred Mountain, King Folo's hatred-filled rant echoed faintly through the air.

Even though he wasn't killed earlier, his breath was visibly weak.

Ye Fan's attack had injured him so grievously that he could fight no more.

Nonetheless, Ye Fan was still surprised where the king had found the courage to continue resisting.

“Is that so? Just with the three of you losers?”

He was truly amused by their reaction.