In the Temple of the God of War, the King of Fighters' sneer kept echoing.

Ye Qingtian had a expressionless face and replied in a deep voice: "A young master who can defeat the third strongest man in Japan and may be ranked in the top ten of the Heavenly List in the future. He entered the Temple of Martial God and was awarded the seventh Pillar General of China. Isn't this supposed to be?"

Yes, the King of Fighters guessed well.

Ye Qingtian does intend to recommend Ye Fan to enter the Temple of Martial God.

Of course, the premise of all this is that Ye Fan really defeated Wangyue River with his own strength when the battle in Dongchang Lake that day.

With this record alone, Ye Fan was qualified to enter the Temple of War God.

As for Mo Wuya, the son of the King of Fighters, he was born in the Temple of Martial God and grew up in the Temple of Martial God. Ye Qingtian naturally understood Mo Wuya's strength.

He admitted that Mo Wuya has good talent.

But Mo Wuya is still almost at the verge of being a title master.

Therefore, out of public aspirations, Ye Qingtian certainly favored Ye Fan with greater potential, rather than Mo Wuya.

"joke!"

"When can we become the title master of China just by relying on a few words of guessing and possibility?"

"God of War, I still say the same thing. All your judgments are speculations now."

"You want to recommend that Jiangdong junior Ye Fan to enter the Martial God Temple. Okay, as long as he defeats my son Wuya, I, Mo Gucheng, will agree with your suggestions with both hands."

"But before this, no matter how much you talk about it, it's useless."

"The young man Wuming is the young man Wuming. Before he defeated my son Wuya, Ye Fan was absolutely not qualified to be the titled Grandmaster, nor was he qualified to become the seventh pillar country in China!"

The words are sonorous, just like gold and stone falling to the ground, echoing everywhere.

The King of Fighters said this firmly and resoundingly.

He has no confidence and can defeat Ye Qingtian.

But he has absolute confidence. His son Mo Wuya will definitely defeat the nameless junior, Ye Fan!

However, just as the King of Fighters finished speaking.

Boom ~

Outside, a muffled sound suddenly sounded.

It's like a helicopter flying by.

The dull roar, just like the roar of a wild beast, echoed across the entire top of Yanshan Mountain.

"Um?"

"What's going on?"

"what happened?"

The Sword Saint and others frowned and asked in a deep voice.

Soon, someone ran in outside the hall in a hurry.

Perhaps because of being too frightened, the man actually knelt down after entering the hall.

"The King of Fighters, Sword Saint, no...no."

"Mo... Master Mo, he..."

The man was trembling all over, and he was sobbing in his tears halfway through his words.

Hearing this, King of Fighters Mo Gucheng suddenly became uneasy.

He felt an ominous feeling, then walked up and asked, "Say, what's wrong?"

"What's wrong with my son Wuya?"

Mo Gucheng roared sternly, anxious.

The subordinate endured the panic and finally said it: "Mr. Mo,...he...he was deposed!"

What?

"This is impossible?"

"You must be talking nonsense!"

"My son Wuya has the strength of a titled master."

"I am the only son of my King of Fighters."

"Who dares to abolish him in this world?"

"Who can destroy him?"

"It must be you, you, to be talking nonsense!"

“Nonsense~”

At first, Mo Gucheng didn't believe it at all, and shook his head and growled.

Immediately afterwards, Mo Wuya's body was carried in.

His body was covered in blood and his limbs were hanging helplessly.

The breath was dying, like an old man who was about to die.

That look is as miserable as it is, and it is not as good as it is.

If his heartbeat wasn't still there, no one would think he was still alive.

The moment he saw this corpse, King of Fighters Mo Gucheng felt a rumbling sound in his mind, like a bolt from the blue, slashing him directly to the spot.

At that time, Mo Gucheng's old eyes turned red, and he ran over as if crazy, hugged his son, and tears flowed in his old eyes.

"Wuya~"

"Wuya, wake up, wake up!"

"Don't scare my father, don't scare my father~"

.....

"who!"

"Who is it?"

"Is that beast who dares to abolish my son of the King of Fighters?"

"If you don't take this revenge, I will be a father in vain!"

"I want to crush his bones and ashes, and ashes~"

....

On the top of Yanshan Mountain, the sad and sad voice of the King of Fighters echoed for a long time.

In the hall, he hugged Mo Wuya, covered in blood, and tears flowed.

A few minutes ago, King of Fighters Mo Gucheng was still fantasizing about the glory of a double-titled title in the future, and imagined that on May 5th, his son would reach the top of martial arts and be in the glory and glory of his life when he was enfeoffed.

He was even clamoring to the God of War just now that his son Mo Wuya was powerful and deserved to enter the Temple of War.

But who would have thought that his son was interrupted and lifted in afterwards.

It was like a slap in Mo Gucheng's face.

He was full of hatred and his heart was almost bleeding.

"who?"

"Who is it that ruined my son?"

In the Temple of the God of War, the King of Fighters was still roaring sadly.

But no one responded.

On the top of Yanshan Mountain, only the noise of the wind and the chill are left.

———

———

Ye Fan, who was far away in Japan, naturally didn't know about this scene that happened in the Temple of War.

However, even if you know, Ye Fan probably won’t care.

After all, Mo Wuya's ending was his own fault and there was nothing to sympathize with.

Martial arts disputes are so cruel.

This is also the fact that Ye Fan is very strong. If it were Ye Fan who lost to Mo Wuya, Ye Fan's fate would only be even more miserable.

At this time, Ye Fan had already returned to the hotel.

I am preparing to rest for one night and set off tomorrow to return to China.

At the same time, in the Sword God Palace, Suzumiya Eiyue was under house arrest.
To be continued...