"I... I..."
At this moment, Yan Bu Ping had been beaten beyond recognition by Ye Fan.
His old face still carried blood, and even his breathing carried pain.
However, he did not hate Ye Fan.
How could a Hallmarked Patriarch be without a temper?
If he himself were in Ye Fan's position and was provoked by a few mere ants like that, he would probably be like Ye Fan and teach a lesson in blood.
If he hated now, he could only hate Ke Che.
"It's... It's Ke Che."
"Ke Che wants to take Wus... Lord Wushuang's wife as a hostage."
"He also said that he would say Lord Wushuang's wife to his own grandson as his wife." Yan Bu Ping did not hide it, he already had a grudge against Ke Che in his heart, and now that Lord Hao Tian and the others had smelled it up, Yan Bu Ping naturally said it without wrapping his head around it.
But when Ke Che heard this, he glared.
He got up from the ground and cursed at Yan Bu Ping, "Yan Bu Ping, you son of a bitch, did you harm me?"
"When did I say that I would give Lord Wushuang's wife to my own grandson as his wife?"
Ke Che was all anxious, and couldn't care less about the injuries on his body.
After all, if this charge was proven true, not to mention Ye Fan, even the Martial God Hall was afraid that they wouldn't be able to spare him.
"You didn't say that?"
"Fine, then ask them, did you say that?"
Yan Bu Ping spoke bluntly to each other.
Tang Hao also then looked at the rest of the Patriarchs, but they all nodded their heads, indicating that Ke Che had said this, however.
When Ke Che saw this, he became even more flustered and cursed at Yan Buping with a blue face, "Bastards, are you all working together to trap me?"
"Who's screwing who?"
"If you hadn't been encouraging us, how would we have come into conflict with Lord Wushuang?"
"If you hadn't kept saying that Lord Wushuang was not worthy of his name and was not to be feared, why would we have been reduced to this state and nearly died?"
"Ke Che, you old man, I would like to eat your flesh and drink your blood."
"If Lord Wushuang has been sealed, he should be dealt with by the major people of the Martial God Hall."
"Before the seal, you were nothing more than a pig and a dog, how could you offend Lord Wushuang?"
Yan Bu Ping gritted his teeth and cursed.
He really had the heart to kick Ke Che to death now.
Originally, Yan Bu Ping had planned to come and deliver a message, and whether or not he would admit his guilt and be punished, that was all up to Ye Fan himself.
However, Ke Che kept saying that Ye Fan's name was not true, and his analysis was so thorough that they all believed him.
It was also Ke Che who took the lead in making the move against Ye Fan.
It could be said that this son of a bitch Ke Che had all contributed to the development of the matter to such a state.
He had almost died here himself, so it was strange that Yan Bu Ping did not hate Ke Che.
"Right."
"It's all because of this old bastard Ke Che~"
"Nonsense, just belittling and offending the Wushuang Patriarch."
"And presuming to make the Wushuang Patriarch's wife your grandson-in-law?"
"It's really a toad trying to eat swan meat."
The rest of the Patriarchs also accused Ke Che, their words filled with resentment.
Seeing that his comrades, who had fought side by side before, had now turned against him and thrown the pot at him, Ke Che was furious and panicked, and explained to Tang Hao one after another.
"Lord Haotian, I'm not, I'm not, they're talking nonsense."
"I did say that, but it was an assumption."
"Do you understand assumptions?"
"It's just talk, it won't be put into action at all."
"Besides, it wasn't me who wanted to take the Wushuang Patriarch's wife as a hostage, it was Yan Bu Ping, he wanted to dump it~"
"You're talking nonsense!" Yan Bu Ping instantly retorted.
Seeing that these people were about to choke, Tang Hao on the side had no more patience and shouted sternly, "That's enough!"
"A bunch of losers who can't do enough."
"You can't even pass on a message."
"Why don't you get over there and apologise to Patriarch Wushuang!"
Tang Hao said angrily with a black face.
Yan Bu Ping and the others knew they were in the wrong and didn't argue anything further.
Immediately, they lowered their heads and dragged their tattered bodies as they all apologised to Ye Fan.
"Lord Wushuang, I'm sorry... I'm sorry, it's because we have no eyes and have offended Lord Wushuang~"
........
These five Patriarchs no longer had the arrogance and arrogance they had before, and one by one, in front of Ye Fan, they all bowed their heads in fear and apologized like roosters whose hair had been plucked.
"Alright, this is none of your business, all of you go back."
At this time, the Fist Emperor waved his hand, gesturing for these few people to go back first.
"Well, thank you Lord Fist."
"By the way, Lord Fist King, this woman is the Chu Sect demon girl who messed up my Yan Xia."
"I wanted to bring it back to Yanshan and hand it over to a few lords, but now that a few lords have arrived, let's hand it over to a few lords for disposal." Yan Bu Ping pointed in Meng Wangyu's direction and reported in a deep voice.
The Fist Emperor nodded, "Mm, I know."
After saying that, Yan Bu Ping and no one else then stumbled and hurried away.
"Did I tell you guys to leave?"
But at this time, Ye Fan's cold voice, quietly rang out.
When Yan Bu Ping and the others heard it, their hearts thudded and they instantly got wet behind their spines.
"Eh?"
"What else do you want?"
"You're a junior and you've got the five great masters bending over backwards to apologise to you, isn't that enough?"
"What's more, Yan Bu Ping and the others are important ministers of the country, they were ordered to pass on orders, yet they were hurt by you to this extent."
"This Fist Emperor has not yet condemned you, and you are unforgiving?"
Fist Emperor Mo Gucheng's brows furrowed as he rushed at Ye Fan in a very unpleasant manner.
However, in the face of the Fist Emperor's questioning, Ye Fan acted as if he had not heard it and ignored it.
"Junior, I asked you something and you didn't hear it?"
"Or are you mute?" Mo Gucheng was a little annoyed that he had been ignored, and was so angry that he gritted his teeth.
Seeing this, Tang Hao hurriedly interjected.
"Ye Fan, stop it in moderation."
"These people, they've been taught a lesson." Tang Hao advised.
"That's not a lesson, it's that they're not as skilled as others and tried to kill me but were injured by me." Ye Fan said coldly.
"Then what do you want?"
"Must we kill them all?" Tang Hao was also a little displeased and asked rhetorically.
"Before you came, I did want to do so. But with you begging for mercy, I can spare their lives."
"However, deadly sins can be spared, but living sins are hard to eliminate."
"If they hurt my wife's arm, I will break their arm."
Ye Fan's expressionless, indifferent voice, slowly rang out.
Just now, Ke Che had pushed Qiu Mu Orange and dislocated her arm, Ye Fan had to see it in his eyes.
This debt, Ye Fan could not not let them pay.
After saying that, Ye Fan's face was steeply icy cold.
Then, in a flash of lightning, Ye Fan bent his hand into a sword and slashed at the sky, cutting down at the place where Yan Buping was unoccupied.
The wind and waves were like swords, cutting straight through the river of heaven!
Yan Buping and the others instantly despaired and cried out in terror, "Lord Fist, save us~"
....
But Ye Fan's movements were so fast that the Fist Emperor didn't even notice them before he made his move.
By the time they discovered it, Ye Fan's attack, had already cut down.
"Sinful beast, how dare you?"
"Don't stop!"
The two of them, Mo Kucheng, were instantly shocked.
The Fist Emperor let out an angry rebuke and hurriedly blasted out several fists, colliding violently with Ye Fan's several qi strokes in a vain attempt to save the patriarchs.
However, in the end, time was too short, and the Fist Emperor simply did not have time to send out his full strength.
So much so, that the power of his fist only weakened four of Ye Fan's attacks, and after breaking through the Fist Emperor's obstruction, they all landed on Yan Bu Ping and the others.
"Ahhhhh~"
After several miserable screams, one arm of the four of Yan Bu Ping's men was directly fractured in response to the sound.
And in addition to these four attacks, there was a fifth qi energy that cut through heaven and earth, directly chopping on top of Ke Che's arm.
This Qi energy was not weakened by the Fist Emperor.
So, only a stabbing sound was heard.
Like a knife cutting through tofu, Ke Che's entire right arm was chopped off by Ye Fan.
Blood spurted out and flesh and blood blurred.
With a miserable scream, Ke Che fell straight to the ground holding his broken arm, rolling around in pain.