A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)

Chapter 2247 You Brought This Upon Yourselves

Chen Jiuzhou's eyes flickered with killing intent as anger hardened his heart.

He had assumed that China's martial arts world would submit to him after he got rid of Chu Tianfan.

Never did he expect that his own organization would go against him.

I can't believe Ye Qingtian and the other old b*stards have the guts to oppose me in public. This is a good thing, however. I can take the chance to get rid of anyone who is disloyal. That way, China's martial arts world will be mine and mine alone!

After making up his mind, Chen Jiuzhou didn't bother holding back.

He charged forward to attack King of Fighters and Sword Saint without hesitation.

Soon, a fight ensued on the top of Mount Yan.

Sword Saint and King of Fighters knew they weren't Chen Jiuzhou's match even if they were to work together.

That was fine with them, as they had never planned on defeating Chen Jiuzhou.

They were merely trying to buy more time for Ye Qingtian. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

"Ye, aren't you going to leave?"

Boom!

Following a collision, Sword Saint and King of Fighters staggered back from the impact.

Taking the opportunity, they quickly urged Ye Qingtian to leave.

However, Ye Qingtian wasn't about to flee the scene alone and leave them behind.

"Sword Saint, you..." Ye Qingtian's eyes turned red.

"Cut the crap, Ye. Leave now! As long as you're alive, there's still hope."

"The control of China's martial arts world by a traitor cannot be allowed!" King of Fighters chimed in.

He ran to Ye Qingtian and used his Qi to push him away.

"You want to escape, huh? Dream on! No one can escape today!" Chen Jiuzhou sneered.

Before Ye Qingtian could make a successful escape, Chen Jiuzhou stomped the ground and went after him.

However, King of Fighters blocked his path by delivering a flurry of Mo Family Fists on him.

"Scram!" Chen Jiuzhou barked, spinning around, and gave a vicious kick.

The fist cracked into pieces like a fragile block of ice under Chen Jiuzhou's kick.

The force of his kick didn't diminish and landed straight on King of Fighters' chest.

King of Fighters was sent backward like a ball and crashed into the mountains.

Blood spilled from his mouth as dust scattered all over him.

Chen Jiuzhou was so strong that King of Fighters couldn't even hold him back for one minute.

Chen Jiuzhou was determined to catch up with Ye Qingtian, but Sword Saint's cold voice stopped him in his tracks. "Chen Jiuzhou, do you still want your Dragon Gate? I shall destroy it as it endangers the safety of billions of Chinese citizens."

No one knew when Xiao Chen had come to the gate. He wielded his sword, gathering the sword energy swiftly.

His vicious attack was about to land on Dragon Gate.

"B*stard, how dare you?" Chen Jiuzhou jolted in shock.

The significance of Dragon Gate to him was immense. While he believed that Sword Saint might not succeed in destroying it, he couldn't risk any mishaps. If anything were to happen to Dragon Gate, he would face severe consequences from his master.

Ye Qingtian was the least of his concern now.

Chen Jiuzhou whirled around and ran after Sword Saint.

Seeing that his plan worked, Sword Saint flashed a smile.

Without further delay, he swung his sword in the direction of Dragon Gate.

Just as the sword energy was about to strike the gate, Chen Jiuzhou arrived and stretched out his arms to block it, determined to use his own body as a shield.

Seconds later, the storm died down.

Chen Jiuzhou appeared to be in a sorry state as his initial calmness had vanished.

His hair was disheveled, and his clothes were torn.

His haste to block the attack had made him look like a mess.

That merely served to increase his fury.

Enraged by their audacity, Chen Jiuzhou thundered, "The lot of you must have a death wish!"

His eyes had turned completely red by now.

After blocking Sword Saint's sword energy, he leaped into the air and charged at him.

Sword Saint instantly swung his sword to defend himself, but Chen Jiuzhou grabbed his sword and rained ten punches on his chest in the blink of an eye.

Sword Saint spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, and his chest sank in.

Chen Jiuzhou then raised his knee to give Sword Saint another vicious attack.

Sword Saint nearly puked his organs out from the force of that attack.

"Sword Saint!" Ye Qingtian screamed, his eyes turning red.

From a distance away, he nearly burst into tears.

Right then, King of Fighters scrambled to his feet from the ruins, his body stained with blood. With all his might, he hollered in Ye Qingtian's direction, "Leave now!"

He ran back to join Sword Saint in stopping Chen Jiuzhou's advance.

"You guys just won't give up, huh?" Chen Jiuzhou managed between gritted teeth when he realized they were determined to stop him.

Increasing the intensity of his attack, he avoided Sword Saint's sword and pierced King of Fighters' palm.

Blood spurted out and trickled down King of Fighters' arm.

From afar, Ye Qingtian felt his heart bleeding in anguish at the terrifying sight.

He wanted nothing more than to join his comrades in the battle, but both Sword Saint and King of Fighters were buying time for him. Their lips were stained with blood as they yelled, "Ye, leave! Live well on behalf of us, and don't lose hope!"

"Ye, we regret it. It was a lapse in our judgment. We have wronged Chu Tianfan..."

A man's words are kind when death is close.

Following Chu Tianfan's death, Sword Saint and King of Fighters belatedly realized their mistake after witnessing Chen Jiuzhou's actions.

They eventually realized that the man they had led down a path of destruction was actually on the side of justice and knew the truth.

Regret filled their hearts.

They regretted not trusting Ye Fan or supporting him when he was alone.

Now, they were paying the price for their wrong decision.

They had no choice but to endure the consequences.

Seeing how Sword Saint and King of Fighters were buying time for him to escape, Ye Qingtian dug his nails into his palms. His eyes turned red as he hollered, "Chen Jiuzhou, I swear I'll return to avenge my comrades one day! I won't stop until I succeed in killing you!"

With a heavy heart, he fled Mount Yan, the burden of guilt weighing heavily on him as tears threatened to spill from his eyes.

Sword Saint is right. There will be hope if I survive. If I survive, I can save the world and avenge them.

Watching as Ye Qingtian escaped, Sword Saint and King of Fighters both had relieved smiles on their faces.

"Get out of my way!" Chen Jiuzhou snapped impatiently.

He thrust out his palms continuously.

In the end, Sword Saint and King of Fighters collapsed to the ground, severely injured.

"Damn it! You brought this upon yourselves," Chen Jiuzhou cursed, disgust evident in his tone.

He picked them up and threw them into Dragon Gate.

He looked in the direction Ye Qingtian had left and noticed that the latter was already far away, so he decided not to continue the pursuit.

The most important thing now was to make the rest enter Dragon Gate.

However, no one dared to enter now.

Everyone paled in horror as they gazed at Chen Jiuzhou fearfully.

Clearly, Ye Qingtian's warning had worked.

Dragon Gate used to be tempting to martial artists, but now it was just the gates of hell to them.

After hearing Sword Saint's and King of Fighters' words, the martial artists of China started wavering.

Did we really misunderstand Ye Fan?