The Man In Rage novel Chapter 1977

Ye Fan sneered coldly.

However, King Folo and the others remained unconvinced, as they still harbored misplaced hopes toward their ancestor and ancient master.

“In that case, allow me to cement your disappointment completely!” declared Ye Fan with mirthless eyes.

Following that, he drew out his sword and brought it crashing down with fury.

An expanse of sword energy that stretched over a thousand meters wide cleaved toward the fore in the direction of Folo Mountain.

Rumble!

The earth ripped, and the mountains trembled.

Slicing and dicing as though he was chopping up vegetables, Ye Fan delivered countless slashes in a row that leveled the sacred ground of the Indian martial arts world.

“Y-You...”

“B*stard!” “How dare you scourge India's ancestral grounds!”

The eyes of King Folo and the others with him reddened upon witnessing those mountains that had been the vessels for legacies spanning centuries all laid to waste in the hands of Ye Fan.

Thousands of meters of majestic peaks in every direction were reduced to a pile of rubble, lickety-split.

Oh, how the hearts of King Folo and company bled!

In the face of the destruction wrought upon their most revered site, they bore witness to their ancient master's continued failure to appear.

That was when King Folo realized that Ye Fan was correct in his assertion that their nation's ancestor and ancient master might never surface again.

Havingtheirfinal hopes dashed left King Folo, Haibu, and company in utter despair.

Like a man overboard, they had clung to the possibility of Indra showing up like it was their lifebuoy.

However, that lifebuoy had vanished too.

Hence, one could only imagine the extent of their distraught.

In that instant, King Folo felt drained as weariness and weakness overwhelmed him like the rise of the tides.

Toward the end, these Indian Supremes staggered and slumped onto their knees as even the strength to stand had deserted them.

“Hahaha... Hahahaha... The heavens demand India's demise! It's the very gods themselves who want to see the Indian martial arts world in ruins... I can only curse my own ineptitude for ushering the end of thousands of years of martial arts world history on my watch,” cried King Folo who broke into a sudden guffaw.

Such was the helplessness and desolation audible in King Folo's anguished voice. He had seemingly aged decades in an instant.

Priorto this, never in their wildest dreams had King Folo and the others with him imagined that the mighty Indian martial arts world would be destroyed by one man single-handedly.

Humiliation, indignance, despair, and hatred were amongst the plethora of emotions that surged through King Folo's heart.

Before he knew it, those wizened eyes of King Folo's were already awash with tears.

“You've won, Chu Tianfan... We wholeheartedly accept our defeat and are willing to meet our own deaths. I have one thing to request of you, though. Could I ask that you spare our civilians and the rest of the martial artists of India? Only the handful of us is responsible for the wrong that was wrought.

Everyone else is blameless.”

King Folo looked at Ye Fan and implored the latter, as did Haibu and Bapei.

“We humbly accept our deaths... and only ask that you'd show your mercy and spare the people of India...”

The haggard and saddened trio all tabled their last requests to Ye Fan.

Afterward, they tried hard to force their own battered bodies onto their knees to beg Ye Fan for mercy.

That was a development that came to Ye Fan as some

surprise.

He had not expected these three unscrupulous and deceitful Supremes from Folo Palace to experience such an epiphany when on the verge of death.

Initially, he was under the impression that the trio would similarly beg on their knees but heap all the blame solely upon Fen Tian like those Grandmasters from before.

Now, it would seem that these top leaders of India's martial arts world had some redeeming qualities to them after all.

Ye Fan had no doubt that these three meant every word that they said. Hence, he had a change of heart at the sight of the trio who had sought their own deaths.