Jaw-Dropping Son-in-Law

“Ye Fan!”

“Ye Fan!”

“Mr. Chu!”

The battle scene that unfolded struck a chord with everyone.

The instant they saw Ye Fan's body being penetrated by Blaze, they felt their hearts shatter.

Fatty was screaming anxiously, Li Er, Lei San, and the rest looked on, ashen-faced, Ye Xilan fainted on

the spot, and Huangniu let loose a torrent of abuse.

“Ye Fan, you idiot! Why did you have to gloat just now and expose yourself to a sneak attack? In a

battle to the death, you should've taken it more seriously.”

“Ye Fan!” Xu Lei, standing among the crowd, burst into tears.

The moment she saw Ye Fan's body being pierced by Blaze's tail, she felt a sudden squeeze in her

heart as if she was the one at the receiving end of the attack.

Even breathing alone would cause her excruciating pain.

Overwhelmed by sorrow, she attempted to dash forward with no regard for her own safety.

Fortunately, the alert Ye Yuyan managed to hold her back by hugging her tightly.

“No, Xu Lei. No...”

The tears hanging off the corner of Ye Yuyan's eyes began to stream uncontrollably down her cheeks.

Enduring her anguish, she kept shaking her head at Xu Lei in an attempt to dissuade the latter from

running over.

Xu Lei is important to Ye Fan. I can't sit idly by as she hurls herself into the jaws of death.

When a cloud of sorrow descended upon Mount Yunding, the previously unconscious Chu Lin woke up

in Ye Yuyan's arms.

His tender face still looked extremely weak.

Turning his head, he looked into the horizon.

Just like a newborn child who was observing the world for the very first time, he was brimming with

curiosity and hope.

Despite the weakness in his voice, it was tinged with delight. “Aunt Yuyan, i-is it Daddy? I-I want to see

what Daddy looks like.”

Chu Lin's childish voice triggered a sense of grief in both Ye Yuyan and Xu Lei.

Ye Yuyan, in particular, failed to hold back her tears.

She hugged her nephew tightly and didn't know what else to say other than cry.

Am I supposed to tell him that his father might be dead?

“Hahaha, Blaze, you did well! For this glorious achievement, you will be well rewarded once we return.”

In contrast to the solemn mood at the summit of Mount Yunding, the Chu Sect warriors broke out in

jubilant cheers.

Chu Qitian, in particular, was filled with elation.

As he rushed forward to stroke Blaze on the forehead, Blaze responded with a long howl to express its

delight.

Chu Yuan, too, walked over to praise it.

“If not for Blaze, killing that b*stard would have taken me a lot of effort.”

Now that Chu Tianfan had been taken care of, the Chu Sect's biggest obstacle was inadvertently gone.

Chu Yuan let out a sigh of relief, yet he still felt something weighing heavily on his heart.

He did not expect Ye Fan to be such a handful after the latter mastered the Nine Steps of Yunyang.

Even though he hadn't used his trump card and wasn't fighting at full strength, he still failed to defeat

Ye Fan, a supreme grandmaster, despite the tedious battle that ensued. In the end, he had to rely on a

sneak attack by Blaze to win.

From Chu Yuan's perspective, he had not just lost the battle but was also humiliated in the process.

“Grandpa, it's because that b*stard is as sly as a fox. All he does is hide instead of fighting you head-

on. Otherwise, he would have already died in your hands.”

Chu Qitian tried to defend his grandfather's reputation.

However, Chu Yuan waved his hand in response.

“Qitian, remember, never underestimate your enemy at all times. This b*stard may be cunning, but his

battle awareness, speedy reaction, and knowledge of secret techniques have reached an impressive

stage. In fact, it wouldn't be an exaggeration for me to say if it wasn't because of my higher level, I

wouldn't have been able to defeat him even with Blaze's assistance,” Chu Yuan said grimly.

Chu Qitian remained unconvinced.

“Grandpa, you're overestimating that piece of trash. He is nothing more than a b*stard born of peasants

with a lowly bloodline. Even if he's of the same level as you are, he'll still be no match for you. Against

you, someone who has trained for a hundred years and is rich in battle experience, that b*stard is

nothing but a clueless child. There's no way he can beat you regardless of the time and place.”

Chu Qitian's voice was filled with jealousy and disdain for Ye Fan as he delivered his soliloquy.

Chu Yuan simply responded with a shake of his head.

Chu Qitian might be oblivious to it, but Chu Yuan—having exchanged blows with Ye Fan multiple times

—knew firsthand that the grandson he had kicked out had demonstrated capabilities that surpassed

even his own.

At that thought, Chu Yuan was filled with sudden regret over forcing Ye Fan to leave.

On top of that, he rued not accepting Ye Fan's request the first time the latter attacked Mount Chumen

years ago.

If only he had done that, Ye Fan would have been his to command. With Ye Fan's strength, he would

have been able to fulfill his dream of having Chu Sect rule over the entire world.

Evidently, it was too late for such wishful thinking. Back then, he—in his anger—had formed an alliance

of powerful warriors to surround and kill Ye Fan.

From that moment on, Chu Sect and Ye Fan had reached the point of no return in their enmity toward

each other.

“Chu Tianfan, your doom is upon you. The grudge you hold against the Chu family and Chu Sect will

end with the destruction of your Jiangdong line.”

Chu Yuan hovered in the air with his hands behind his back, his indifferent voice echoing through the

summit of Mount Yunding.

“You old fart, don't you think it's too early to utter such words now?”

No sooner had Chu Yuan spoken than a frosty voice rang out.

Following that was a loud boom.

The rocks where Ye Fan had fallen into just now exploded all of a sudden.

From the ruins, a blood-drenched figure rose to his feet.

What?

Chu Yuan's expression drastically changed, while Chu Qitian's eyes widened in shock.

They couldn't believe that Chu Tianfan was still capable of standing on his feet.

After all, the latter had suffered the combined attacks of two extremely powerful warriors—Blaze and

Chu Yuan.

Even Ye Qingtian, despite being a War God, would have been killed under those circumstances.

“It's Ye Fan. He's standing up again. He's really alive!”

Fatty, who was wailing in anguish just a moment ago, was ecstatic at the sight of Ye Fan's revival.

Everyone at the summit of Mount Yunding saw hope again.

As for the devastated and teary-eyed Ye Yuyan, she, too, broke into a smile.

“Lin, look, that's your daddy. The man standing tall over there. He's your father,” Ye Yuyan said

emotionally.

Upon hearing her words, Chu Lin raised his head and stared longingly at the man.

A curious expression descended upon his face.

Is that my daddy?

Ye Fan stood on top of the ruins. His body was covered in blood.

The spot where he was pierced in his back looked exceedingly gruesome.

Fortunately, Ye Fan had sensed danger at the crucial moment and evaded enough to keep his vital

organs out of harm's way.

Although he had suffered a grievous injury from Chu Yuan and Blaze's sneak attack, his fundamental

strength remained unaffected.

At that moment, his breath had become steady again, while his abyss-like eyes had recovered their

usual iciness.