A Dish Best Served Cold Chapter: 3866 by Novelsyou

Ye Fan’s nasty words almost drove King Foluo mad.

“You are arrogant!”

“In front of my ancestors, how can I allow you to speak foul language and insult the prestige of my ancestors?”

King Furuo and the others cursed.

Ye Fan was too lazy to care about them.

If it wasn’t for the sudden appearance of this phantom, King Foluo and the others would have been slapped to death by his slap.

“Ancestor, stop talking nonsense with him.”

“This person has no cure, please kill the ancestors!”

King Foluo and the others have seen Ye Fan’s eloquence.

This guy has sharp teeth and sharp mouths. It is better to be beaten to death by him when arguing with him.

At least not angry!

The phantom seemed to have heard the words of King Foluo, and looked at Ye Fan with a bit of coldness.

“To be kind to you is to be cruel to all beings.”

“My Buddha is merciful, I can only use your life to exchange the happiness of sentient beings.”

“If you don’t go to ****, who goes to ****?”

The faint voice continued to sound.

Then, everyone saw that deep in the sky, the phantom raised his finger.


In an instant, thunder rolled in.

Several purple-gold thunderbolts flew out from the depths of the sacred mountain like golden dragons.

When Ye Fan was caught off guard, the golden thunderbolts were like chains, binding Ye Fan’s hands and feet, imprisoning Ye Fan in the void.

Looking at it from a distance, that thin man’s figure is like a death row prisoner being judged by heaven and earth!


Noah was horrified.

Worried shouting.

In the void, Ye Fan was also struggling violently.

However, the chains of thunder are like heaven and earth.

The more Ye Fan struggled, the more violent the power of thunder.

The pain of being forged by the thunder swept through Ye Fan’s body.

“This this…”

“Purple Gold Thunder?”

Fen Tian was completely shocked.

He also plays thunder.

However, his thunder power is undoubtedly far from the purple gold thunder in front of him.

It’s like, the difference between clouds and mud!

“Is this the power of a fairy?”

Fen Tian’s eyes are full of yearning and shock.


“Chu Tianfan, how is it?”

“I said long ago that the background of my Indian martial arts is what you, an upstart, can imagine?”

“Next, you wait, my ancestors of India, judge your death!”

King Foro laughed too.

Yes, this is his biggest reliance.

It doesn’t matter if he can’t beat Ye Fan, he can ask the ancestors for help.

If the small is not good, look for the big, if the big is not good, then go for the old.

And Ye Fan is alone.

It’s just an abandoned child that no one wants.

No background, no background, only one pair of fists.

However, no matter how hard your fists are and how talented you are, you may be able to beat contemporary masters, but what about those seniors from thousands of years ago?

For any ancient strength, the foundation accumulated over the years, how can a nouveau riche be able to match it?

Just like when Ye Fan fought Truman back then, the contemporary powerhouses of Truman were swept away by him.

But what can be done?

He still lost to the supreme powerhouse of Truman’s previous generation.

Now the country of India is still repeating the same mistakes.

He swept the Foluo Palace with a pair of iron fists, wouldn’t he fall into the hands of the ancestors of Indian martial arts?

It is this orphan upstart who has no family, no background, no background and no one to care about!

“Great sorrow without tears, great enlightenment without words, laughter without sound…”

Burning sound rolling.

The faint voice seems to have penetrated through the ages, and it can’t stop echoing on this ancient land.

And along with these Zen words, under the sky, the phantom palm lifted up.

At that moment, it seemed that the whole world was under that giant palm.

With the power of destroying the world, he suddenly suppressed Ye Fan.


In an instant, the world turned upside down.

Obviously the phantom just waved a palm, but there were thousands of palm prints that hit Ye Fan fiercely.

Ye Fan has nowhere to hide!

Four thunder chains bound his limbs.

Like a death row prisoner crucified!

He could only see that the overwhelming palm print devoured him.

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