“You're here, Ye Fan.
A casual comment from the man in white, as though they were old friends meeting up.
Beneath them was the water from the coursing stream.
The reflection of the bright moon on the surface of the waters of Brighfell River was so clear that it was as if there was another moon in the river.
The figure stood there peacefully as though he was part of nature.
He had his back to Ye Fan when he spoke.
On the riverbank, he stood tall with his hands behind him, staring at the water flowing through the stream.
Despite seeing only his back, Ye Fan could discern his identity from the presence he emitted.
Despite that, Ye Fan didn't respond to his comments.
He merely stood there, staring straight with mixed feelings.
There was only silence other than the sounds of the coursing river. Just like that, the pin-drop silence between them dragged on fora long while.
In the end, Ye Fan gave in because he couldn't delay Tang Yun's injury any further.
“I have made my way in this world with my talents and joined countless wars. I will cut anyone standing in my way without hesitance, even if it is a powerful foe.
“But there's one person in this world I don't want to make an enemy of, and that's you—War God, Ye Qingtian.”
Ye Fan's voice was not loud, but his words carried weight.
At that, the man in white who had his back to Ye Fan finally turned around.
Underneath the moonlight, Ye Fan saw that the War God was wearing a smile on his face.
“If that's so, then leave Tang Yun here. After this, you and I will still be brothers.”
Ye Qingtian had regarded Ye Fan as a young man with
unlimited potential when he had first met the latter.
But as Ye Fan's abilities improved, Ye Qingtian had considered Ye Fan to be on par with him.
In the world of the survival of the fittest, one's talent and capabilities would determine their survival.
It had been like this since ancient times.
If one wanted the respect of others, one must own the capabilities of earning that respect.
As for Ye Fan, he was on equal standing with the War God.
“I'm sorry. I'm afraid that I can't agree with you. As I have said before, I will cut down a bloody path even if everyone in the world stops me. I will do all I can to bring her to safety.”
Ye Fan had rejected the War God's request immediately without the slightest bit of reluctance.
His rejection was firm and determined.
“Does that include a fight with me?” Ye Qingtian arched his brow as he questioned.
“I'll fight you to the end,” Ye Fan replied resolutely.
At Ye Fan's answer, the surrounding temperature had dropped drastically in just a few seconds.
A chilling breeze began blowing the fallen leaves on the ground into the air.
At the same time, the coursing Brighfell River had started to send strong waves crashing against the banks where Ye Qingtian stood.
Gusts of wind blew and gathered the clouds as though a storm was brewing.
While on land, the loud crashing of the waves against the banks reverberated in their ears.
A legendary battle of the century was about to start at the drop of a hat.
“Ye Fan, I-”
Feeling the intense pressure exerted by the War God, Tang Yun's face paled even further.
She tugged on Ye Fan's sleeves and looked up at him, pleading him to leave her there.
After all, Ye Qingtian was not like the others.
He had made a name for himself a long time ago. Nonetheless, he was still China's strongest man right then.
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