The words of the Sword Saint echoed slowly in this heaven and earth.
A few words, but they were nearly ten thousand pounds in weight.
If it were anyone else, they would have been scared to death by the Sword Saint's words, and would have been silenced.
After all, the Sword Saint's words were too heavy.
It was tantamount to giving Ye Fan a direct charge of disloyalty and unrighteousness, of abandoning his country and betraying his family.
It placed Ye Fan in opposition to the entire Yan Xia.
Who could afford such a charge?
However, in the face of the Sword Saint's words, Ye Fan not only did not show the slightest sign of fear, but also shook his head and laughed lightly.
"Sword Saint, you don't have to press me with the Martial God Hall, press me with Yanxia, and even more so, you don't have to press me with those 100,000 lives."
"What about a hundred thousand people, what about a million people."
"Even if you press me with the whole world, in my eyes, you are still inferior to her alone!"
Ye Fan's words were so resolute that his eyes were filled with an endless sharpness and determination.
At this moment, the young man looked like a sword sheathed in its sheath, and his cold words were just like the sword qi whistling out, the kind of harshness and awe-inspiringness that simply made people unable to look straight at him.
"Shut up!"
"Bastard, how dare you speak such treacherous words?"
"I have nurtured you for so many years, do you have no guilt in your heart?"
"You deserve to die!"
The Fist Emperor cursed angrily, and Tang Hao and the others also looked extremely ugly.
Even War God Ye Qingtian had a look of disappointment on his old face.
Obviously, Ye Qingtian hadn't expected that the young man who had once had the ambitions of his family and country in his heart would now become devoid of principles and boundaries.
For the sake of the Lord of the Chu Sect, he had even disregarded the righteousness of his family and country.
For a moment, the atmosphere here had become tense.
It seemed that the next moment, the Sword Saint and the others would rise up against Ye Fan.
However, it was as if Ye Fan did not feel the crisis he was facing at this moment. He simply ignored the Fist King and the others' anger, and just walked slowly in the direction of the distance, holding the beautiful woman in his arms.
"Ye... Ye Fan, put me down."
"Take me with you, I... None of us can leave."
Perhaps it was because she was too badly injured, Tang Yun was already weak at this moment.
Her pretty face was as pale as a white sheet of paper.
Even her consciousness began to become blurred.
But even so, Tang Yun still tried hard to keep herself awake and repeatedly advised Ye Fan to put himself down.
Ye Fan laughed softly, "Silly, I, Chu Tianfan, would put down this world, but not you."
This world was big, but Ye Fan's world, however, was small.
Ever since he was a child, Ye Fan's world held very, very few people.
For so many years, he had worked so hard to cultivate and become stronger despite everything.
Not for power, not for fame, not for status.
All he wanted was to guard the people he loved, to be safe and happy.
To be able to give shelter to those he wants to protect when they are in danger.
Yes, that was all the young man in front of him was seeking.
And, he had spent his whole life practising this.
Before, why did Ye Fan, in a fit of rage, wash away Jiangbei in blood.
Even though the Yanxia Martial God Temple had begged for mercy, Ye Fan had still wiped out the Lu family without mercy.
It was because, what the Lu family had done had touched the principles and bottom line that Ye Fan had held on to in his life.
Now, Tang Yun was likely to give birth to a child for him.
The mother of his own child, how could Ye Fan stand by and ignore her?
Ye Fan was not a saint, nor did he want to be one.
He is only a flesh and blood mortal. He does not know anything about the righteousness of his family and country, nor does he know anything about helping the world, he only knows that only when there is a family can there be a country.
All he wants in this life is to guard the people he loves, to be safe and happy.
"Don't worry, I said I would take you away safely, so naturally I won't go back on my word."
"If one person stands in my way, I will kill one."
"If ten people stand in my way, I will kill ten."
"If the world stands in my way, I will kill all the people in the world."
Ye Fan's voice was not loud, but when it fell on Tang Yun's ears, it was only like thunder exploding.
For a while, Tang Yun's mind was filled with echoes of Ye Fan's words, his domineering aura reverberating.
The emotions that had just calmed down were once again made red by these few words of Ye Fan.
For so many years, Tang Yun had lived a life of solitude and majesty.
She was a noble and majestic person who gave orders to kill.
Before she met Ye Fan, no one had ever been able to bring tears to her heart.
But now, even Tang Yun herself did not expect that in just one day, she would shed tears several times because of this young man in front of her.
The crystal tears fell slowly down the cheeks of the beautiful girl in her arms.
At this moment, this magnificent woman was smiling with tears in her eyes, smiling like a flower.
"If the world stands in your way, you will kill all the people in the world."
"You are a lonely man, how can you kill everyone?"
"You're an idiot."
"However, it seems that you are determined to protect this demon girl."
"If that's the case, we'll take care of you too today."
"And save yourself from becoming a big problem for my Yanxia Martial Dao in the future!"
After hearing those words from Ye Fan, the Fist Emperor, who had long been filled with anger, finally ran out of patience.
He roared in anger and took a step into the sky.
A monstrous might instantly gathered and surged like a tidal wave.
"Mo Family Thirteen Fists!"
Boom boom boom~
With a majestic and angry shout, the Fist Emperor threw his fists like the wind.
The speed was so fast that it brought up phantom shadows in the air.
In just the blink of an eye, thirteen punches poured out like mad.
From a distance, it looked as if thirteen people were throwing punches at the same time.
The overwhelming might covered half of the starry sky.
Like this, they slammed into Ye Fan with the speed of lightning.
At this moment, Ye Fan was still unmoved.
He was still like before, turning his back on the Fist King and the others, carrying the injured Tang Yun, and slowly walking along the thousand-hole earth.
It was as if, not even noticing, the Fist Emperor's attack.
"Ye Fan, be careful~"
Seeing that, the Fist Emperor's punching power had already reached behind Ye Fan.
Tang Yun in her arms was immediately filled with anxiety, and finally, she could not even hold back and subconsciously shouted out directly.
Reminding Ye Fan to beware.
But Ye Fan still did not react.
Tang Yun was extremely bad, struggling to help Ye Fan block the attack herself.
But her body was in such a state that she couldn't even stand up, let alone block the Fist Emperor's attack.
"This bastard kid, could it be that he wants to rely on his physical body to resist hard?"
"It's simply delusional and self-destructive!"
"This Fist Emperor's Mo Family Thirteen Fists, even a War God would never dare to resist so arrogantly and hard."
Looking at Ye Fan's reaction, the Fist Emperor suddenly snorted coldly, a smug smile appearing on his old face.
It was as if, he had already seen Ye Fan's corpse fall under his fists.
However, just when everyone thought that Ye Fan was going to resist this attack of the Fist Emperor hard.
Hoo~
Suddenly, a cold wind rose in the midst of this night.
Immediately afterwards, a figure, as if a ghost, flashed away.
It was so fast that it was like an instantaneous movement.
In the blink of an eye, it arrived behind Ye Fan.
"Hmm?"
"What kind of person?"
This sudden black shadow caused the Sword Saint and the others to be startled.
Immediately afterwards, Sword Saint and the others saw that after this black shadow appeared, in a short instant, it actually threw thirteen punches in a row as well.
Boom, boom, boom, boom~
There were thirteen explosions, almost at the same time.
The majestic energy was like a storm, sweeping out in all directions from the point of collision.
Until finally, it was completely reduced to nothingness.
"This... How is this possible?"
"I... My Mo Family's Thirteen Fists, just... Just dissolved like that?" At that moment, the Fist Emperor was directly dumbfounded, his eyes staring into the size of copper bells.
The Sword Saint and the others were also filled with horror, and there was only one thought left in their minds.
Who is this person coming, exactly?
Just as the crowd was wondering, who would have thought that the figure, after breaking the Fist Emperor's move, would turn around and kneel down directly to Ye Fan on both knees.
"Gaia, God of Earth and Mountain, worship the Dragon Lord!"