A pool of blood grew around him.


    The multiple and repeated blows that he had suffered had worsened the terrible state that he had already been in.


    Luckily, he was a supreme grandmaster. Any other ordinary martial artist would have been dead by now.


    But not Brahma. He could still speak. He might be sprawling on the ground, but that didn''t stop him from trying to exin that he


    hadn''t killed Ye Fan.


    "My Lady, | really didn''t kill Ye Fan! You should seek vengeance where vengeance is due. Look for Tang Yun if you want to kill his


    murderer. I''ve been made the scapegoat for too many crimes. I''m not going to be framed for Ye Fan''s murder!”mented Brahma


    loudly. He sounded as if he were the most misunderstood man in the world.


    He wouldn''t be wrong.


    He had not been the cause of Ye Fan''s death or the massacre outside the


    Amazon rainforest.


    But someone had framed him for both.


    Sometime ago, numerous countries had issued a warrant for him. Everyone in the international martial arts circle had demanded


    his arrest.


    It had taken some time before the situation had improved and everyone had turned their suspicions elsewhere.


    But that hadn''tsted more than a few days before someone hade charging into his manor, demanding to avenge Ye Fan''s


    death.


    Brahma had no idea why he was so damned unlucky.


    Why had he been chosen as the scapegoat for everything?


    If he had known that this was going to happen, he would rather kill himself than turn up in the hellhole that was the Amazon


    rainforest.


    "My Lady, you have to believe me. | didn''t kill Ye Fan," wailed Brahma. The man was soaked in blood and surrounded by the


    ruins of what had formerly been his manor.


    His words appeared to have worked. The young woman stopped attacking them.


    "Are you speaking the truth?" asked the woman coldly as she frowned.


    "Every word of it is true! | did team up with the Persian King to ambush Ye Fan. But he survived the attack. After that, he ran into


    martial artists from Chu Sect. | saw with my own eyes how the sect leader of Chu Sect, Tang Yun, stabbed Ye Fan in the chest.


    His death has got nothing to do with me. Why won''t anyone believe me? Why are you all trying to frame me for something that


    I''ve not done? Do you truly think I''m a pushover?"


    Brahma recalled everything that he had had to endure and suffer in the recent days and felt resentment and bitterness swell


    inside him.


    His life was such a hardship. He couldn''t believe the suffering that he had had to endure.


    He wouldn''t have felt so terrible if he hadmitted the crimes that they had used him of.


    He was a man and he would dly and honestly admit to what he had done.


    But the point was that he hadn''t done anything of it.


    He had been made a scapegoat.


    The young woman stared at Brahma for a long time and realized that he didn''t seem to be lying. Her desire to kill him vanished


    instantly.


    "I''ll spare your life for the time being. You better not have lied to me. If | find out that you lied to me, I''ming back to kill you."


    Her frosty words chilled the very air as they reverberated across the heavens.


    Having said that, she turned and left.


    Her lovely curves looked beautiful against the horizon that she was walking into.


    King Folo and the others took a long time to calm down.


    Emotions churned inside their gut and did not subside for a long time.


    After a long moment, they turned towards Brahma. Their voices were filled with fury. "Brahma, who is Ye Fan? Who is this man


    whom you offended? Would it kill you to keep your head down and stop causing more trouble for our country?"


    They were filled with fear and anger.


    They were mad at Brahma for causing trouble wherever he went. They had barely dealt with thest mess that he had created


    when he had made another new mess.


    They were also terrified of the powerful woman who had nearly killed them.


    If she wanted to, she could destroy the entire Indian martial arts circle.


    "I have no idea! | thought he was just your ordinary hooligan. If I''d known how much trouble he was, | would rather die than get


    myself involved with anything that concerned him!"


    Brahma appeared bewildered as well. He was clearly the most frightened and regretful of the lot.


    Meanwhile, as the Indian martial arts circle tried to recover from shock, somewhere in China, in the remote desertnds of


    Xijiang, where no life save that of a solitary falcon existed,y an oasis. Nestled deep within the desert, the oasis was like a


    gleaming emerald embedded on a vast and barrennd of sand and rock.


    It was a small oasis but one that had everything necessary for survival.


    There were rocks, trees and grass. The grass was green with life and hidden amongst the grass and trees were chirping insects


    and singing birds. There was ake. You could hear a gentle trickling


    stream.


    It was akin to a paradise hidden in the barren and lifeless desert.


    Aman was pacing along the banks of theke.


    His eyes were filled with anxiety and concern.


    They would nce at the wooden hut in the distance from time to time.


    Seated on the ground and leaning next to a rock was an elegant looking young woman in a green dress.


    Cradled within her arms was an antique zither.


    She was ying a melody on the instrument.


    The melody was soothing to one''s ears.


    The birds were in flight, as if dancing to the lighthearted tune, while the flowers and grass swayed gently to its notes.


    "Great Healer Chandra, you''re truly a


    patient woman. | wouldn''t be in the


    mood for music at all. All this waitirg


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    months and he''s not awake yet. Is he


    dead or something?” blurted out the


    man as he voiced everything that he


    had kept bottled up inside him for so


    long. He simply couldn''t take it any


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    This man was none other than the Persian King, Gaia, who had brought Ye Fan from the South American continent back to


    China.


    Ye Fan had been grievously injured then, so Gaia had traveled tirelessly and brought Ye Fan here so that Chandra could save


    him.


    Dragon God Hall was filled with talented and capable people. Many of them were aplished healers and doctors.


    One of them was Chandra.


    In fact, she was known as the Great Healer in the martial arts circle.


    Chandra appeared oblivious to what he had said and to the rest of the world as she immersed herself in the music that she was


    ying.


    When the song finally ended, Chandra turned and looked at the hut.


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    Chandra’s softughter was like a windchime singing in the breeze.


    "He should have indeed awakened a


    long time ago. The fact that he hasn''t


    means that he''s probably stumbled


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    saying goes, you have to break


    something before you can rebuild it.


    Opportunity often emerges in the


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    of the opportunity that he''s stumbled


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    We do not have to worry. All we have to do is wait. He is protected by the Dragon God Body. He cannot be harmed easily.”