The Man In Rage novel Chapter 1944

As golden light illuminated the air, a silhouette rose from Folo Mountain.

It was as though time had stopped, for even the grass stopped swaying, and the rocks stopped cracking.

The silhouette overlooked everything beneath it like an almighty god.

At that moment, several million citizens in another city that was located several hundred miles away from Folo Palace saw the silhouette as well.

The silhouette looked like the sun, exuding a domineering and graceful aura to every corner.

The next moment, tens of thousands of people kneeled before the silhouette.

Although almost none of the citizens of India knew who it was, they instinctively feared and respected it.

Hence, they unknowingly kneeled and started to worship the silhouette.

Perhaps, the citizens of India were faithful to their beliefs.

A true believer wouldn't engrave the image of God in his mind. Instead, it was something that they would firmly believe deep in their heart.

When God finally manifested Himself, the believer would instinctively know it even though they had never seen His image before.

The silhouette used to be the king and founder of the invincible dynasty of India.

In addition, he established Folo Palace, the holy land of India's martial arts world.

Just like how the citizens in China believed that they were the descendants of the same ancestor, the martial artists in India also regarded themselves as the descendants of the king.

To be exact, he was revered as the god of India.

Ye Fan would probably be shocked upon knowing his identity.

After all, the fact that a figure who had ceased its existence for hundreds of years emerged out of nowhere was indeed nothing short of baffling.

Also, it was unfathomable to cast the silhouette from afar as it required the power of the soul.

Since the figure had passed away thousands of years ago, the amount of power needed to cast its silhouette to the present day was unimaginable.

At that moment, everyone, including King Folo and the others, kneeled beneath Folo Mountain.

“We, the descendants of India, are incompetent and can't protect our country. Now, the martial arts world of India is on the brink of collapse. Hence, we have no choice but to seek your assistance. 0 great ancestor, I beg you to crush the devil that is threatening us so that India's martial arts world can be passed down for thousands of years to come!”

King Folo and the rest were on their knees at the foothill with reverence.

However, the silhouette didn't respond to them but merely gazed around the earth.

In the end, its gaze was fixated on the only man standing.

As the silhouette scanned Ye Fan from head to toe, the latter did the same.

After a while, Ye Fan could see that the silhouette was an elder who had seemingly lived forthousands of years.

At the same time, as the silhouette stared at Ye Fan, it could seemingly see right into his soul.

Sensing this, Ye Fan stopped moving and stared at the silhouette while putting his guard up.

After all, it wasn't Ye Fan's first time encountering a silhouette.

Back when Ye Fan was defeated on Mount Chumen, Chu Yuan wanted to end his life.

At that time, Ye Fan's Great-grandma emerged as a silhouette and defeated Chu Yuan with three palm strikes.

Well aware of the power a mere silhouette could dish out, Ye Fan was on high alert as he face the supposed ancestor of India.

“Hmm? That's strange. What is that?”

Still being wary, Ye Fan noticed that a part of the sky had seemingly cracked after the silhouette emerged.

Just when Ye Fan was feeling bewildered, the silhouette said, “Repent before your sins are too great for God to forgive.”

The silhouette spoke as if he was a saint schooling his disciple.

Hearing that, Ye Fan shook his head and replied, “I'm sorry, but I don't believe in God nor do I have any desire of becoming a monk. After all, what would my wife do if I do become one? By the way, do you have a wife and children? Do they still recognize you? Are they doing well? Do you need my help to take care of them?”

King Folo was enraged upon hearing the many insults that Ye Fan was hurling. He roared, “Silence! How dare you defile our ancestor with your disgusting words?”

Ye Fan couldn't be bothered to entertain them.

If the silhouette didn't appear, Ye Fan would have already killed King Folo and the rest of the clowns with a single strike.

“0 ancestor, you don't have to waste time talking to him, for he is beyond salvation. We beg of you to crush him immediately!”