A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage) novel Chapter 1976

King Folo and the rest peed their pants when they saw Ye Fan charging at them with an intense murderous aura.

The former had threatened to incite a war, wanting to coerce Ye Fan into stopping his attack. Yet, he didn't expect that it would make the situation worse and strengthen Ye Fan's resolve to kill them.

“Sh*t! I guess there's no choice but to fight him to the death! This guy had just been through a battle, so he must be exhausted. Let's join forces and fight him again!”

It was too late to say anything by that point.

Clenching his teeth, King Folo threw his fists at Ye Fan.

Haibu and Bapei launched their attacks as well. With that, the three Supreme Grandmasters of Folo Palace began their desperate struggle to survive.

Finally, their assaults clashed against Ye Fan's.

Almost immediately, energy started flowing out of Ye Fan's core like an endless stream.

After the loud clash, Ye Fan broke every bone and tore every tendon in King Folo's hand.

With the structure supporting his hand broken, his wrist drooped like cooked spaghetti.

“Argh! My hand!”

There was a saying that human fingers were connected to their hearts.

The Indian Supreme Grandmaster almost burst out in tears from the pain.

However, his screams of pain were shouted too early as he was about to bear the brunt of more terrifying attacks from Ye Fan.

Immediately after breaking King Folo's hand, Ye Fan landed another punch to King Folo's gut.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Ye Fan punched his torso and gut more than a dozen times.

King Folo's chest caved in from the continuous attacks, causing blood and saliva to splatter from his mouth.

With one last kick from Ye Fan, King Folo was sent flying to the clearing at the base of the mountain.

The speed at which King Folo hit the mountain's base was sufficient to create a massive hole there. With part of the base gone, the mountain began to collapse. An avalanche of rocks started to fall and rolled down the mountainside.

A huge crack formed from the crater, extending over a hundred yards.

The catastrophic event threw dust and sand into the air.

The short exchange had dealt a severe blow to the Indian king of Folo Palace.

“King Folo! You b*stard, I'll kill you!”

Witnessing King Fold's defeat, Haibu's and Bapei's eyes reddened.

They charged toward Ye Fan like angry bulls while swinging their swords.

Although their weapons landed on Ye Fan, they could not even nick him as though his body was tougher than metal.

Unfortunately for them, Ye Fan stood there unharmed like a towering giant of ancient.

“H-How is this possible?”

Haibu and Bapei had lost their minds to terror after realizing their attacks were useless against Ye Fan.

Why? Why are our attacks ineffective against him? We're Supreme Grandmasters. Are we that weak?

Haibu and Bapei were on the verge of experiencing a mental breakdown when Ye Fan threw a punch at them.

Their skulls cracked, and blood mixed with teeth was scattered everywhere.

Ye Fan's punch was like a knife cutting into tofu. It was smooth and easy.

The powerful punch had mangled half of Haibu's and Bapei's faces.

However, Ye Fan wasn't done yet.

He launched himself toward them again, picking Haibu up. With a twist of his arms, he threw the Supreme Grandmaster toward the clearing.

Reaching for a huge boulder at his side, he hurled it at the defeated man.

A hundred-tonne boulder smashed into Haibu.

Instantly, he became a bloody mess.

A pained wail echoed from the debris.

“T-This...”