Chapter 246: Chapter 245 Yuanhong Sword
Ouyang Feng took Ouyang Ke’s head to the rear mountain of Qingyu Castle. The mountain was wreathed in clouds and mist, making it seem even more silent and terrifying. This was the forbidden area of Qingyu Castle.
Normally, he was the only one who could co here; not even his son, Ouyang Ke, was allowed to set foot in this place. It belonged solely to Ouyang Feng.
He walked into his domain, and soon, lights flared to life around him. In their glow, he was surrounded by stone lions, with a great, carved sword at the center. Although the sword was rely stone, it stood imposingly, enveloped by a powerful aura. Each of the surrounding stone lions held a dark iron chain in its mouth, all used to lock down the massive stone sword. Perhaps only Ouyang Feng knew the aning behind this scene.
He knelt and kowtowed. After paying his respects, he said, "Yuanhong Sword, Qingyu Castle is facing its greatest crisis. I would not dare disturb you unless absolutely necessary! But this ti, I beg you to let
control you just once, to let
avenge the great wrong done to Qingyu Castle. Even if it costs
half my life, I am willing!"
As a master swordsman, he did not revere people, but swords. The Yuanhong Sword was the Divine Weapon he worshipped. Otherwise, he would never have perford such a solemn ritual.
Just then, he leaped up and shattered the stone-carved sword. The instant the stone broke, Ouyang Feng slit his own finger, and an endless stream of blood surged forth. As his blood dripped down, the surroundings began to tremble. The iron chains swayed and shook until, with a loud CRACK, one of them snapped.
Powerful surges of Sword Qi erupted from where Ouyang Feng stood. Each wave was strong enough to kill a man, and this Sword Qi was not weakening, but growing ever stronger. Only Ouyang Feng knew that the Yuanhong Sword had reawakened.
Then, all the chains broke, and the surrounding stone lions instantly exploded into dust. A peerless sword soared from the thick fog, shooting toward the heavens. The sky filled with dark clouds, heralding the ergence of a Divine Weapon: the Yuanhong Sword.
The Yuanhong Sword appeared ordinary, but its blade was undoubtedly the most beautiful. Its silvery edge glead like flowing light along the blade. Perhaps because it had been buried for too long, it now emitted a deafening sword’s cry.
The Yuanhong Sword shot toward Ouyang Feng, who quickly dodged. Just as it was about to turn back, Ouyang Feng seized it. At the sa ti, he felt the True Qi and strength within his body being drained by the Yuanhong Sword.
"Break!" he roared, gripping the Yuanhong Sword tightly in his hand. Only then did the drain stop and he grew still, his eyes now an unmistakable blood-red.
He had beco a slave to the Yuanhong Sword.
He laughed maniacally. "Yan Clan! This ti, I will use the Yuanhong in my hand to slaughter you all and let you know my power!"
With a mighty leap, he left the forbidden rear mountain.
Under the candlelight, Ouyang Feng scrutinized the Yuanhong Sword. As a master of the sword, he naturally understood the value and dinsions of such a weapon. Without a doubt, the Yuanhong Sword’s size and value surpassed those of all top-tier weapons, and the power contained within it was priceless. As long as he held the Yuanhong Sword, his combat power rose by more than a single level.
At that mont, Ouyang Feng sighed. "What a fine sword. It’s a pity it can’t be fully mine. To wield you, I must pay a heavy price! What a pity, what a pity!"
This Yuanhong Sword was a Divine Sword left behind by his master, Sword Master Gai Nie, before Ouyang Feng had made his na. He had once coveted this Divine Sword, wanting to claim it for himself. But then he rembered his master—the great Gai Nie, a legendary figure of the Sword Dao—had died because of the Yuanhong Sword, ultimately controlled by it. Thus, even after his own Inner Strength and will had grown formidable, he never dared to use it. He had kept the Yuanhong Sword sealed in the rear mountain of Qingyu Castle all this ti.
It was, without a doubt, an absolute Divine Weapon. But each use required imnse life force and spiritual power to sustain. Even he could not wield the Yuanhong Sword for more than half an hour. If he exceeded that limit, it would be far worse than simply becoming the sword’s slave. At that point, the wielder himself would likely perish completely. If not for his quest for vengeance against the Yan Clan, Ouyang Feng would never have dared to touch this sword.
With Yuanhong in hand, he felt as though he held the world.
At this mont, Ouyang Feng had absolute confidence in his revenge. Even if he were to face the enemies of his past again, he was certain he could defeat them.
When he stepped outside, he found that all the Martial Artists of Qingyu Castle had already gathered. There were more than five hundred in total—a formidable army of swordsn. The looks on their faces were grim, for they knew this seed to be a battle with no certainty of victory, a battle with no room for luck.
Ouyang Feng was furious. This pack of cowards is defeated before the battle has even begun. How could he stand for that? In the past, he would have struck them down with a single slash, turning them to dust. But he couldn’t do that now. He still needed these n to help him crush the Yan Clan. No matter how strong one person was, he was still just one person. Even with all his capabilities, he couldn’t accomplish such a great feat alone, especially against the Yan Clan—the tribe that had brought him endless pain and tornt, the reclusive mountain tribe that had taken his family from him.
"Why is everyone so listless?" Ouyang Feng shouted. "Do you truly believe we have no chance of winning this battle?"
Everyone mumbled and hesitated. They all knew Ouyang Feng’s temper, so even if they had doubts, they dared not voice them.
"I know what you’re thinking," Ouyang Feng declared. "You’re all thinking that the odds in this war are not in our favor. But I want to tell you this: I have tad the Yuanhong Sword. With Yuanhong, all our enemies shall perish! A re tribe of savages is nothing! They will all fall before the Yuanhong Sword!"
To complent the grand aura he was creating, he drew the imposing sword. When the n of Qingyu Castle saw the domineering Yuanhong Sword, they erupted with excitent. After all, they had all heard tales of Qingyu Castle’s guardian treasure. Now, their spirits were no longer listless but filled with the will to fight. It had to be said that the awe inspired by Yuanhong was far more potent than any intimidation from Ouyang Feng himself.
"Follow ! This ti, we will wash Qilian Mountain in blood!"
"Yes!"
As Ouyang Feng marshaled his troops, they excitedly set off with him. Qingyu Castle poured out its full strength, a clear sign of Ouyang Feng’s resolve.
「Far away on Qilian Mountain」
Both Ye Fan and the Yan Clan knew that an inevitable, great battle was approaching. Before the battle arrived, the Yan Clan had already made its preparations. They were well-prepared; the Yan Clan Patriarch was no hidebound traditionalist. Without such foresight, how could he ever have beco the leader of the Yan Clan?
Ye Fan also witnessed the Yan Clan’s arrangents. He had to admit that the foundation of the Yan Clan, a great tribe with thousands of years of heritage, was no joke. As far as he knew, the Yan Clan had as many as five masters at the King level. As for the Yan Clan Patriarch, Ye Fan’s current cultivation was insufficient to see through his true strength. His impression was that the patriarch was stronger than him, but not on the sa level as the Fla Witch. Thus, the Yan Clan Patriarch remained sothing of a mystery.
Just then, the Yan Clan Patriarch said to him, "Weren’t you looking for a worthy opponent to temper yourself against? Your opponent has arrived. It’s Ouyang Feng!"
Ouyang Feng’s na carried imnse weight. If word got out in the martial world that the King of Heaven intended to use Ouyang Feng as a whetstone for his own training, everyone would think Ye Fan had lost his mind. After all, Ouyang Feng was a renowned and long-established legendary figure. In their eyes, even a young and vigorous master at the King level like the King of Heaven would be no match for a veteran powerhouse like Ouyang Feng.
It had to be said, Ye Fan’s audacity was imnse, to actually want to temper himself through a life-or-death battle with an expert of such a high caliber.
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