"If you don't want to die, get out of the way quickly."

Cold words, people can not hear any emotion.

"Oh shit!"

"What a big breath."

"It seems that today, you will not cry when you see the coffin."

Ye Fan's words undoubtedly completely angered the guards guarding the mountain gate.

One of them immediately made a move, brandishing a long knife and directly slashing at Ye Fan.

Boom~

Amidst the crisp sound, the long knife in the man's hand unexpectedly snapped.

"What?"

"This guy, what a strong body?" The Trumen guards were shocked immediately, ready to attack together.

However, before they could make a move, Ye Fan slapped out with a palm.

Boom~

The majestic power swept across the Quartet.

Amidst a shrill scream, the guards in front of them flew a hundred meters away like kites with broken strings.

Ribs were broken and blood was flying everywhere.

In the end, it fell to the ground fiercely, but there was no life left.

After getting rid of the guards at the gate, Ye Fan kicked open the gate of Trumen Mountain again.

The huge stone gate weighing dozens of tons fell apart in an instant under Ye Fan's feet.

Amidst the chaotic rocks, that slender solitary figure, just like that, set foot on the winding mountain road leading to the Truman Hall.

Standing under the mountain gate, stepping on the bones of Truman.

Ye Fan looked up.

The quiet sunshine sprinkles a little bit of beauty.

The mountain road paved with bluestones almost leads to the sky.

The towering and majestic Chumen Mountain stretches across the sky and the earth, straight into the sky.

How many years?

Ye Fan has long forgotten when was the last time he took this road.

Ten years of drinking ice, half a lifetime of honor and disgrace.

After going through hardships, Ye Fan finally arrived at his destined place.

Over the years, Ye Fan has imagined today's scene countless times. JrNovels.com