“By orders of our ancestors, unleash the massacre!”
These few words echoed loudly across the space, while an intimidating aura swept across the plains like a devastating tsunami.
Sands and gravel billowed in the air amidst the fallen leaves.
It felt like the temperature had just dropped rapidly.
“How dare you?” yelled the guards of Chu Sect furiously. “How dare an immature young brat like you spout nonsense here? Chu Tianfan? You are very bold!”
The guards at the foot of Mount Chumen continued scolding coldly, “How dare you include the word 'Tian' in your name? Do you have a death wish? Everyone in the world knows that there's only one person in the Chu family's younger generation with the name 'Tian'. He's none other than Chu Tianqi, the son of the current head of the Chu family and the future heir. You're just a punk from nowhere. How dare you speak so arrogantly here? Get lost! We don't want to kill you on this joyous occasion and ruin Mr. Chu's wedding.”
As they warned, they unsheathed their swords.
If Ye Fan refused to leave, they would attack.
Having resided in Chu Sect for a long time, they had developed quite some arrogance.
Their stiff tones were filled with dismay and hostility.
However, despite being confronted with their threats, Ye Fan remained unfazed and showed no signs of retreating.
Instead, he raised his head slowly and glanced at them.
“You are from Chu Sect. I don't want to attack you yet, so give way right now if you don't want to die.”
His voice was cold and emotionless.
“What the f*ck? How arrogant of you! Looks like you're determined to die today, huh?”
Ye Fan's words undoubtedly angered those guards.
One of them attacked immediately, raising hissword and striking it down onto Ye Fan.
Boom!
A crisp sound rang out as the sword suddenly shattered into pieces.
“What? His body is so strong!”
Stunned, the guards of Chu Sect decided to attack simultaneously.
However, before they could do anything, Ye Fan aimed a punch at them.
Boom!
The force of the punch immediately radiated in all four directions.
Shrieking in agony, the guards were sent flying back fora hundred meters, as if they were puppets whose strings had been snapped.
Their ribs broke and blood splattered everywhere.
When they crashed onto the ground forcefully, they had already died.
After dealing with the guards, Ye Fan raised his leg and kicked the entrance of Mount Chumen open.
The gigantic stone door, which weighed dozens of tons, shattered into smithereens in an instant.
Rocks and debris flew across the air. Meanwhile, a lone figure embarked on the winding path toward Chu Sect.
Standing at the foot of the hill and stepping on the corpses of those from Chu Sect, Ye Fan raised his head.
The golden sun rays shone brightly onto the ground.
The stone-paved path on the mountain stretched on forever with no end in sight.
Meanwhile, the majestic Mount Chumen towered amidst the clouds.
How many years have it been?
Ye Fan had already forgotten when the last time he walked this path was.
Afterten years of hardship and humiliation, after overcoming all those ordeals, Ye Fan had finally reached his fateful destination.
For the past few years, he had fantasized about this exact moment multiple times.
He thought that when he returned to his hometown, a turmoil of emotions would definitely rush through him.
However, now that the day had finally come, he was surprisingly calm.
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