"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.
