The instant Zhao Zhenlu ended his sentence, the entire peak of Mount Yan went dead silent.
Everyone wet themselves as they turned to Zhao Zhenlu with a look of pity and horror, thinking he looked like a buffoon.
Following Zhao Zhenlu's roar, Ye Fan looked at the former coldly and blinked, just as they expected.
The crowd saw the air in front of Ye Fan tremble before he shot a bout of fierce, blade-like aura toward Zhao Zhenlu.
The attack landed squarely on Zhao Zhenlu's chest.
He cried out in agony as his ribs were broken and blood spurted out of his mouth.
Bearing the pain, he stood up and exclaimed, “You have some balls to attack me!” He may be scarily powerful, but I'm not afraid! Why should I when War God Castle, Chen Jiuzhou, and China's martial arts world stand behind me? I'm not afraid of anyone but Chen Jiuzhou.
“What are you all standing there for? This lunatic trespassed into Mount Yan and injured a high-ranking official of War God Castle! As your superior, I'm ordering all of you to slay this madman immediately!” Zhao Zhenlu was thoroughly enraged. It doesn't matter if I can't defeat him since all the martial artists here are at least Grandmasters! They'll no doubt work together to eliminate this intruder on my order!
To his surprise, the martial artists who usually flattered him were pretending not to hear him.
“What are you all doing? Why aren't any of you attacking him? Don't you all want to get a spot in Dragon Gate Project?” Despite his angry yelling, no one in the scene paid attention to him.
Moreover, people like Kong Ming had already stepped far away from Zhao Zhenlu in fear, as though they didn't want to be associated with him.
It was then Zhao Zhenlu realized something was wrong.
Just as he wondered about Ye Fan's identity, the latter chuckled and mocked, “Even if you shout at the top of your lungs, they won't listen to you, so just stop. While I, Chu Tianfan, was rampaging across China and terrifying the entire world, you were probably polishing someone's shoe at an obscure corner of the planet.” I don't want to waste any more words on this insignificant nuisance of a man.
As he strode toward War God Castle, the martial artists made way for him, even though he was stepping on the sacred ground of China's martial arts world.
Not even a single one of them dared to utter a word, much less stop him.
Only someone like Zhao Zhenlu, who had no knowledge of the person he was dealing with, would dare to block Ye Fan's path.
Once Ye Fan was almost out of his sight, Zhao Zhenlu asked tremblingly, “H-He's Chu Tianfan?”
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