The Man In Rage novel Chapter 2032

“A-Are you trying to incapacitate my powers?”

When Tang Xian, who thought that the worse was over, heard Ye Fan's words, he panicked at once.

As a martial artist, power was more important to him than his life.

After all, no one could accept falling from grace after tasting the glory of being at the top.

Naturally, Ye Fan ignored Tang Xian's question.

Raising his palm up high, Ye Fan prepared a decisive strike at Tang Xian's elixir field.

“B*stard! How dare you?”

Tang Xian's expression drastically changed as he attempted to flee in fear.

Unfortunately, there was no escape for a weakling like him.

Just like that, Tang Xian watched helplessly as Ye Fan's palm bore down on him.

Bam!

A loud rumble emanated in all directions.

Just like a cannonball, Tang Xian was sent flying thousands of meters away.

Blood was splattered everywhere along his trajectory until he finally came crashing onto the ground.

Nevertheless, Ye Fan didn't stop as he began concentrating the power of Invoke the Celestial Sky.

With his Qi culminated within his palm, he launched a palm strike right at the center of Tang Xian's head.

The latter trembled for a fleeting moment before spewing a fountain of blood.

At the same time, the Qi that Ye Fan had unleashed into Tang Xian's body rushed through his veins like a stampede of wild horses.

Wailing in agony, Tang Xian collapsed onto the ground with his body contorting violently.

He felt as if every single vein in his body was being engulfed in a raging inferno while his elixir field was on the brink of an explosion.

It wasn't until a long time had passed before he finally calmed down.

However, he had lost the previous gravitas he possessed as the head of elders of the Chu Sect.

With all his hair turned white, he looked as if he had one foot in the grave.

His haggard old face was no different from a shriveled bark of a tree.

Having lost his glorious aura, all that was left of him was a pathetic sight.

Tang Xian, stripped of his powers, was nothing but a pitiful old man.

“K-Kill me... K-Kill me, please.”

A weak and croaky voice rang out.

After losing his strength, Tang Xian could barely manage to speak.

He was like a tiger that had its fangs pulled out.

Ye Fan looked down at him.

“I told you before that I wouldn't kill you, in part to keep my promise to Yun. Furthermore, I want you to see for yourself how your precious Chu Sect is crushed by my hands,” Ye Fan remarked in melancholy, just like the nostalgic ring of an ancient bell.

Covered in blood and filled with dejection, Tang Xian shed tears in the face of Ye Fan's overbearing presence.

All of a sudden, Bill's words echoed in his ear.

Bill had told him that the Chu Sect would one day fall to Chu Tianfan.

Even though three families formed the Chu sect, the person standing right in front of him was all that it took to destroy it.

With a long bang, TangXian, who had his elixirfield incapacitated and veins severed, collapsed onto the ground and lost consciousness.

With the fall of Tang Xian, the battle that day had undoubtedly come to an end.