A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)

The conference hall doors swung open.

Suddenly, a figure confidently strode in.

He was a remarkably youthful man, with black hair, fair skin, and the distinct features of someone from East Aploth.

"Who are you?"

"Who is this young upstart?"

"How dare you speak nonsense?"

"Where is security?"

"Who is responsible for security at today's meeting?"

"Take him to the gallows and hang him!"

Initially, everyone thought that an important figure had arrived.

But it turned out to be just a young man.

Of course, it was none other than Ye Fan.

However, he had dominated the martial arts world for many years, building his reputation on a foundation of bloodshed.

So, in the eyes of the world, Ye Fan was considered an anomaly, far beyond being seen as a junior.

To many martial artists, Ye Fan was a respected elder.

If Ye Fan were to walk in that day, everyone would naturally listen to him with the utmost respect.

Clearly, compared to Ye Fan, all the other youngsters would be considered inexperienced.

After all, youth was synonymous with innocence and immaturity.

If one lacked prestige and experience, the important figures present would naturally not pay any attention to them.

"Respected elders, before you dismiss me, why don't you hear me out? Perhaps, my words have the power to change the course of this world," the man declared proudly. However, everyone in the meeting room scoffed at him.

Who among those present hadn't been through countless battles, survived numerous storms, and possessed extraordinary wisdom and experience?

Even then, they had no good solutions.

Therefore, no one believed that the unknown young man standing before them could have any profound insights to share.

"Get out of my sight!"

Prince Carlo, despite being shackled, didn't give the young man a chance to speak as he ordered him to be expelled from the meeting room.

They certainly wouldn't tolerate a youngster causing trouble at such a high-profile and important occasion.

However, when the young man appeared, Sword Saint, who represented China, subconsciously furrowed his brow.

For some reason, he felt that the person looked familiar.

Moreover, he appeared to be of East Aploth descent.

Could he be a disciple from China?

So, at the crucial moment, the Sword Saint spoke up. "Hey, there's no need to be hasty. Now that we're facing a crisis, it's time to pool our wisdom for the common good. This person dared to risk his life to intrude upon today's international conference, so he must have some important information. Why don't we let him speak? Even if what he says isn't feasible, it could still provide us with some inspiration," he persuaded everyone.

All this while, Sword Saint ranked much lower than Aaron and Carlo in terms of stature and reputation.

Moreover, among the nations of the world, the western martial arts world, which held the authority to speak, would always look down upon China.

For decades, China had often been isolated at various international conferences.

In recent years, it was only through the authority of Ye Qingtian that they managed to establish themselves.

Even then, if this were in the past, Sword Saint's suggestion would never have been taken seriously, and people wouldn't even care about his opinions.

However, things were different now.

Ever since Chu Tianfan single-handedly shattered the Chu Clan and dominated the global martial arts world, the attitudes of countries around the world toward China's martial arts world completely changed. The past hostility they harbored had now turned into awe.

Even though Chu Tianfan was not a member of War God Castle, he was still a citizen of China.

Therefore, on account of Ye Fan's reputation, no one dared to ignore any statements from China's representative.

Even the highly distinguished Aaron and Karlo held great respect for China's martial arts world.

After all, the chains they bore were placed upon them by Chu Tianfan.

"Fine."

"Since Sword Saint has spoken, let's hear what the young man has to say."

"Kid, I hope you have something concrete. Otherwise, if you waste everyone's time, we will never forgive you!" everyone warned the youngster beforehand.

The young man remained calm. Instead, he smiled proudly and said, "Thank you all."

While speaking, he ascended the stage, positioning himself directly in the center of everyone.

"This kid seems quite interesting."

"Despite being only a Grandmaster, he's showing no signs of stage fright or fear in front of so many Supreme cultivators."

"Just this temperament alone has already surpassed the majority of his peers."

Observing the actions of the person in front of them, many people gave him approving looks.

Under the gazes of everyone present, the man first bowed respectfully to the leaders of various nations and heads of all parties. "Greetings to all respected elders here. I am Zhang Nanhai, hailing from China!"

What? Another Chinese?

Upon hearing that, many people's eyelids twitched uncontrollably.

The last Chinese person of this age had become a perpetual nightmare in the hearts of many present.

In just a few short years, he had managed to turn the world upside down.

Who would have thought, after such a short period of peace, another one would emerge?

As if by reflex, Aaron and Carlo turned to glare at the Sword Saint.

It was as if they were cursing why China was producing so many rebellious characters.

The Sword Saint was visibly intrigued.

No wonder he looks familiar. It turns out that he's really from China.

Moreover, he remembered the name Zhang Nanhai. Mo Wuya had mentioned it to him before, describing the latter as a close friend with extraordinary talent and accomplishments in formations. Essentially, he was a young man with great potential.

Sword Saint just couldn't figure out why he had suddenly appeared at the international conference. What exactly is his agenda?

Ignoring the reactions of everyone around him, Zhang Nanhai continued to speak.

"Years ago, when the global decision was made to destroy the Universe Tree and declare bankruptcy, everyone gave up on directly opposing the Universe Tree. Instead, they chose to construct spaceships and search for a new home elsewhere. However, while all of you were preparing for the transition, I, in my humble capacity, spent these years in seclusion at the foot of Mount Kransbay, contemplating the Universe Tree. I observed its growth, its veins, its texture... as well as every rustle of the wind, the sway of the grass, the cycle of birth and destruction, the rotation of the five elements, and the laws of heaven and earth... Nothing escaped my attention. My sole purpose was to decipher the secrets of the universe hidden within the Universe Tree. In the end, the heavens did not disappoint me. I, Zhang Nanhai, have finally unraveled a formation, which I have named the Titan Array!"

Zhang Nanhai spoke with eloquence.

However, his words failed to generate much interest among the audience.

After all, everyone present possessed extensive knowledge about the world and had never heard of such a formation.

What difference can a mediocre Titan Formation make?

Could this formation possibly be used against the Universe Tree?

"And then? Is that all? Once you finish speaking, please leave immediately!"

The representative from Japan, Mochizuki Kawa, spoke somewhat impatiently.

Zhang Nanhai chuckled softly. "You must be the renowned Japanese Supreme-Mochizuki Kawa, the Sword God. I have a question for you, Sword God. Who do you think would emerge victorious if you and I were to engage in battle?"

Mochizuki Kawa sneered, "Considering your level of cultivation, you are merely a Grandmaster. Don't you know? Although there is only one level of difference between a Grandmaster and a Supreme, the gap between them is as vast as the heavens and the earth. Even if there were ten grandmasters, I could defeat them effortlessly, let alone just one of you," Mochizuki Kawa said proudly.

The other Supremes voiced no objections either.

This was the pride of a supreme grandmaster, a fact acknowledged worldwide.

Of course, even the most flawless axiom had its exceptions.

The extraordinary Ye Fan was capable of battling opponents across different levels, but he was the only one with such ability.

No one would believe that this frail young man before their eyes could possibly possess the same power as Ye Fan.

"Is that so? In that case, I kindly request that all of you grant me three days. Furthermore, please assign two Grandmasters to me. In one day's time, I will teach them the Titan Formation. When the time comes the three of us will join forces to challenge the Sword God of Japan, Mochizuki Kawa. Of course, if Mochizuki Kawa ultimately loses, any of you who still wish to challenge me are welcome to do so at your convenience. To be frank, if I am defeated, it would signify that I, Zhang Nanhai, am not competent enough and that my formations have failed. I would be willing to face death in front of everyone!"