Jaw-Dropping Son-in-Law

Boom!

Ye Fan's swing finally landed.

In the eyes of the crowd, the sky and the earth had disappeared. There was only the river of sword that

cut through everything.

It was almost as if a meteorite had crashed into Earth.

The moment the sword and the finger touched, a terrifying wave rushed in all directions with the two

men at its center.

Almost everything was overturned by the shockwave of the duo's attack.

The clouds were gone, and the ground shook.

The mountains within a thousand-meter radius were flattened, and the grass and the rocks were all

gone.

While trying to avoid the storm that nearly destroyed the world, the people on Mount Yunding were still

paying close attention to the battle.

“It's the final battle! The victory belongs to Chu Sect. The glory shall be Old Mr. Chu's!” Anderson said

through gritted teeth.

Although they were all sure that Chu Yuan was undefeatable, they could not dismiss the slight chance

of that being untrue.

Anderson and the other Chu Sect elders prayed hard for Chu Yuan to be the one with the last laugh.

“Die! Grandpa, you have to kill him!” Chu Qitian bellowed angrily as he stared at the battle up front.

It had been too long.

Chu Qitian had been holding back for too long.

He had been fighting with Ye Fan all these years, from when he was a youth until he was an adult.

Chu Qitian had never won against Ye Fan.

The defeats over the years were something Chu Qitian could not accept.

All he wanted was to take revenge for all of his defeats in this last battle.

He wished for nothing else but Ye Fan's death.

Time was ticking away, and in the faraway sky, the wild wind calmed down.

Everyone held their breath.

Ye Yuyan was nervous, and her entire body was shaking.

Xu Lei's palms were clammy with cold sweat.

Likewise, the people of Jiangdong were equally tense.

As a matter of fact, the members of Chu Sect were silent too.

Everyone was watching the faraway scene as their hearts pounded.

They were all looking forward to finding out the result of the battle, but they were also fearful—they

anticipated the thrill of victory and feared their defeat.

Finally, the two figures reappeared on the horizon.

“W-Who won?”

“I-Is it a draw?”

After a long bout of silence, questioning and baffled voices sounded on Mount Yunding.

Both Ye Fan and Chu Yuan were still standing on the horizon, their clothes and hair billowing in the

wind.

The onlookers were confused.

Just as they thought that it had ended in a draw, a shudder wracked Ye Fan's body.

Then blood spewed out of his mouth.

The crimson splash turned into droplets of red rain that fell from the sky.

On the other hand, weariness appeared on Chu Yuan's aged face.

However, he did not cough up any blood and did not seem visibly hurt.

He remained standing, his chest heaving as he gasped for air.

Soon, a prideful look crept onto his face.

“Hahaha! Chu Tianfan, it's over. From now on, there's no one in this world who will be in my way!

Hahaha!”

Chu Yuan tilted his head back and laughed boisterously.

It was as if the feelings he had suppressed had finally found a way out of him.

Truth be told, Chu Yuan had never thought that the battle would be this tough.

He could not believe that an abandoned child like Chu Tianfan could force him to the brink of his limits.

In fact, for a moment, Chu Yuan was sure that he would lose.

Fortunately, the one who had the last laugh was still him.

Chu Yuan continued to laugh to his heart's content.

The members of Chu Sect cheered at the result, but tears escaped the eyes of Li Er and the rest.

They all had thought that no one would be able to keep themselves collected when the result came out.

Yet, at that moment, Mount Yunding was exceptionally quiet.

Li Er did not speak, Chen Ao was looking up at the sky, Ye Yuyan was crying, and Xu Lei had a look of

desolation on her face.

The thousands of members of Dragon God Hall were devastated and disappointed.

They had lost. They had been defeated.

The man named Chu Tianfan had burned bright like a star when he was a youth and had sworn to

defeat Chu Tianfan. Alas, just as he was about to emerge as the victor, he failed.

“Dragon Master...” The members of Dragon God Hall were filled with sorrow.

“Ye Fan...” Ye Yuyan choked out.

King of Fighters, Sword Saint, and the others sighed in melancholy.

Although Ye Fan had failed, none of them blamed him for the defeat.

“He has done his best. He has pushed himself to his limits and tried everything he could. It's already a

miracle he survived until now. No one will be able to do better than him.”

King Folo stared at the blood and the swaying man with pity in his eyes.

“Yes. In the end, he still failed. I can only say that this is fate. This is Chu Tianfan's fate.”

Both Haibu and Bapei were feeling conflicted.

Chu Tianfan used to be akin to a demon in their eyes. His existence was something to fear.

Yet, at that very moment, Chu Tianfan had turned into a tragic hero.

He had done everything he could for his dream, for his goal.

The last time he went up against Chu Sect, he escaped in panic and was forced to take his own life.

Yet, even when he returned with a vengeance, he still failed to change anything.

Although Ye Fan had failed, his determination impressed the others.

Swoosh!

Right then, what sounded like a sword being pulled out of its sheath rang out.

A sword from the earth sliced through the air and landed in Chu Yuan's hand.

Chu Yuan looked at Ye Fan for a while before throwing the sword at him.

“You're a brave man, so I shall give you a good death. Do what you've done years ago; take the sword

and end your life. That way, you'll be able to die in one piece,” he muttered, his words the judgment of a

grim reaper.

History always repeats itself.

Years ago, on the coast of Eastsea of China, the same scene happened. Ye Fan had been defeated.

His opponent had thrown a sword at him and told him to kill himself with it.

Years had gone by since then, but still, the same end awaited Ye Fan.

Those who had survived on Mount Yunding were shattered.

Li Er was lying on the ground, his face as pale as a sheet.

Chen Ao stood transfixed on the spot, unwilling to accept reality.

Ye Yuyan was hugging Chu Lin tightly as tears rolled down her cheeks uncontrollably.

Only Xu Lei was still staring at Ye Fan.

She bit her lip, and blood trickled down.

She refused to believe that Ye Fan would be defeated, and she did not want to accept the fact that Ye

Fan would die there and then.

There must be a way. Ye Fan will surely come up with something to deal with this. He has poured his

blood, sweat, and tears into this for so many years. He has survived all kinds of life-endangering

situations.

Xu Lei refused to believe that Ye Fan would fall before he reached the end of the tunnel.

Right as everyone had lost all hope, Ye Fan, whose lips were stained red with his blood, smiled.

“Chu Yuan, do you really think this is over?”

Chu Yuan mocked, “Is it not? Celestial Star Sword is your last move, isn't it? But it failed to leave even

a mark on me. What are you going to use to fight against me if we continue? You'll still die in the end.”

All of a sudden, Ye Fan started laughing.

The look he had for Chu Yuan was one of pity.

“Chu Yuan, Chu Yuan, you think too highly of yourself, and you think too little of me. Who told you

Celestial Star Sword is my last move? Do you not know that the Chu family's Invoke the Celestial Sky

has more than seven forms?”