Chapter 249: Chapter 248 Yuanhong Acknowledges Its Master
"Kid, it must feel awful," Ouyang Feng said mockingly. "But your suffering is about to end, because you’re going to die soon!"
He walked toward Ye Fan step by step.
HUM!
Just then, the hum of a sword rang out!
Ye Fan suddenly tossed the Yuanhong Sword into the air. The moment he caught it, he felt an overpowering force coursing through him.
"Impossible!" Ouyang Feng was stunned. He couldn’t believe Ye Fan was capable of controlling Yuanhong—a sword that even he couldn’t master. How is this possible? Could it be that his skill in the Sword Dao is greater than mine? No, I can’t accept that!
In truth, all things possess a spirit, and the Yuanhong Sword was no different. It would only acknowledge a worthy master, and it seemed that Ye Fan was its choice.
Ouyang Feng looked back at Ye Fan and saw that his expression was unchanged. His eyes held no trace of the blood-red glow, which meant Ye Fan wasn’t completely under Yuanhong’s control.
At this, Ye Fan said, "You think you’re the only one who can control Yuanhong? In fact, I can unleash its true power!"
With a shout of "Break!", Ye Fan swung Yuanhong. A powerful murderous aura erupted, slicing all the nearby Martial Artists in half at the waist. Though it was only a casual strike, it contained boundless power.
Ouyang Feng quickly tried to block but was still hit. Two of his fingers were severed, causing him to grimace in pain. He didn’t even have time to scream, let alone bandage the wound. He stood there, completely dumbfounded. Why? How could this boy master the very sword that even my master, Sword Master Gai Nie, could not control?
Moreover, Ye Fan seemed to wield the Yuanhong Sword with such ease. In his hands, the sword exacted no price at all.
At that moment, a realization seemed to dawn on Ouyang Feng. He became frantic and shouted, "No! Yuanhong is mine! Only I am worthy of possessing it! You are not!"
Filled with indignation, he charged forward.
Ye Fan said coldly, "Now I’ll show you Yuanhong’s true power."
He swung Yuanhong down at once.
"Aaargh!"
Ouyang Feng screamed. His body was a mangled, bloody mess. The moment he was struck by the Yuanhong Sword, he was left half-dead.
Ye Fan leaped up and slashed down again.
"Aaargh!"
Ouyang Feng shrieked once more, his hands flying to his face. Without a doubt, his eyes had been gouged out.
Enduring the searing pain, Ouyang Feng snarled, "Yuanhong, a sword that neither my master nor I could conquer... why does it obey you so readily? I won’t accept it! I won’t accept it!"
"Because I am the master that Yuanhong has been yearning for," Ye Fan said coldly. "You were all just paying a price to forcefully wield it.
"None of you were its true master. Only I am!"
"A fine explanation," Ouyang Feng raged. "But one day, you will suffer my master’s fate and become nothing but a killing machine controlled by Yuanhong! It’s only a matter of time!"
"Whether or not I become controlled by Yuanhong is none of your concern," Ye Fan said. "Now, die!"
Ye Fan raised Yuanhong high, about to strike the final blow, but just then, the ground began to tremble. Ye Fan was startled. What is this power?
"Hahaha!" Ouyang Feng’s laughter became even more arrogant.
"Did you think I would come unprepared?" he taunted Ye Fan. "Did you think I’m the only one who dares to make an enemy of the Yan Clan? They’re nothing but a tribe of savages from the mountains!
"Soon, they will face a massacre, and you won’t escape either!"
Ye Fan didn’t know what was happening, but he retorted, "Hmph! If anyone is dying, it will be you first!"
He swung Yuanhong, and Ouyang Feng’s head went flying. A Sword Master of his generation, Ouyang Feng had died by the very blade he coveted most. It was, without a doubt, a deep irony.
Ye Fan quickly rushed toward the Yan Clan Patriarch. The men from Qingyu Castle had been all but wiped out, but Ye Fan had no idea what other enemies were present.
He asked the Great Elder, "The ground was just shaking. What’s going on?"
The Great Elder dispatched the two enemies in front of him before replying, "The Five Poison Sect is here."
"The Five Poison Sect?" Ye Fan was shocked. He had heard the name before; it was an extremely ancient sect. He never thought the main branch of the Five Poison Sect would actually come here.
According to the top-secret files of the Divine Dragon, the Five Poison Sect is on par with the Yan Clan. Both are extremely dangerous powers hidden from the mortal world. So that’s what the Yan Clan Patriarch meant. His preparations before the battle were never for Ouyang Feng. They were to defend against the Five Poison Sect.
Just then, the Yan Clan Patriarch arrived as well. He explained, "The Five Poison Sect from Black Mountain and our Yan Clan have been mortal enemies for generations. At the peak of our power, the Five Poison Sect, the Yan Clan, and the forces of the Miao Border jointly dominated the Central Plains. Though we were later defeated one by one by the Yellow Emperor, none of our three factions suffered any fundamental losses. In the years since, all three powers have retreated into seclusion. But before we did, the feud between my Yan Clan and the Five Poison Sect was never resolved. In fact, it only deepened. Our two sides have been fighting covertly for years, with neither able to gain an advantage."
The Five Poison Sect was an ancient power. At this, Ye Fan, the Yan Clan Patriarch, and the Great Elder all wore grave expressions. If even someone as powerful as the Yan Clan Patriarch was alarmed, the Five Poison Sect’s combat strength had to be formidable. But what connection did Ouyang Feng have with the Five Poison Sect? How did he convince them to attack?
At that moment, the Yan Clan Patriarch roared, "All troops, prepare for battle!"
Instantly, all the Yan Clan Martial Artists mobilized, forming up behind the three of them.
A rustling sound came from the woods. A moment later, a massive swarm of black-winged bats burst forth, charging toward them.
"Get down!" the Yan Clan Patriarch bellowed. But he was a step too late. Before many of the Yan Clan Martial Artists could even react, the bats swarmed over them, piercing their bodies.
Dozens of Yan Clan Martial Artists were bitten to death by the swarm. Amid the chaos, Ye Fan leaped to his feet and swung Yuanhong, shattering a large number of the bats instantly. But the sheer number of bats was overwhelming; Yuanhong couldn’t kill them all in such a short time.
"Use torches to drive them away!" Ye Fan shouted.
The Yan Clan Martial Artists immediately lit their torches, and the bats finally began to retreat into the woods. Ye Fan and the other two breathed a sigh of relief.
A wild laugh rang out. "Yan Ning, it’s been years! You still haven’t improved at all, hahaha!"
As the laughter echoed, the Yan Clan Patriarch instantly went on high alert. The Great Elder of the Yan Clan also wore a solemn expression.
Then, a figure appeared before them. It was a stunningly, even bewitchingly, handsome young man. He was the Clan Leader of the Five Poison Clan, the Five Poison Ancestor.
