Chapter 247: Chapter 246 The Sharp Edge
So, Ye Fan said, "Since you all know that Ouyang Feng is a sword expert, you should at least give
a sword for self-defense!"
He was quite frustrated. During his last fight with the Shadow Stream Master, his lack of a weapon ant he was suppressed from the very beginning. After all, when a significant gap in realm exists, a high-quality weapon can greatly enhance one’s combat power. As an established Sword King from a place with the century-long heritage of Qingyu Castle, Ouyang Feng was certain to have a top-notch sword.
The Yan Clan Patriarch shot Ye Fan a look and said, "This is our clan’s Starry Sky Iron Stone Sword. I assu you’ve used it before. We’ll lend it to you once more, but you must return it to the Yan Clan after you’re done. Otherwise, the Yan Clan will beco your sworn enemy!"
Ye Fan took the Starry Sky Iron Stone Sword and imdiately replied, "It’s just a sword, isn’t it? Why be so stingy? Just give it to . After all, we’re so close!"
It had to be said, when it ca to being shaless, Ye Fan was truly in a league of his own. The Yan Clan Patriarch, however, scorned him severely. "That’s just what *you* think. My Yan Clan has very little to do with you!"
Ye Fan was furious. This old man hadn’t given him any face at all; it was a complete and utter public dismissal! He retorted, "You think I’m desperate for it? If I had any other choice, I wouldn’t be caught dead making do with your so-called Starry Sky Iron Stone Sword! This ugly black thing doesn’t even match my handso face!"
"Humph! Then go fight Ouyang Feng bare-handed!" the Yan Clan Patriarch snorted coldly. He gave Ye Fan a stern look, then left to continue arranging the defenses.
Ye Fan began to ponder. Qingyu Castle is no match for the Yan Clan, so why are they being so serious about this? Could Qingyu Castle have other tricks up its sleeve? I don’t know of any other experts from there besides Ouyang Feng. Even if there are, I’ve never heard of them. The Yan Clan is being far too cautious.
The Yan Clan’s defenses were incredibly thorough. They had many personnel hidden on the outskirts, such that nothing happening within a thirty-mile radius could escape their vigilance. At this stage, Alice, the Yan Clan Saintess, had yet to erge from her seclusion. She was at a critical point in her closed-door cultivation, and the Yan Clan mbers would certainly not disturb her. The Great Elder and the Yan Clan Patriarch guarded the clan personally. With two top-tier experts standing watch, the Yan Clan’s defense was as solid as a fortress. Outside the clan’s domain, the forest was filled with countless traps. The sheer scale of the Yan Clan’s preparations truly exceeded Ye Fan’s imagination.
「Nightfall.」
A beast’s roar broke the silence of the forest, and the Yan Clan Patriarch imdiately ordered an attack.
Seeing the Yan Clan Martial Artists rushing through the woods, Ouyang Feng bellowed, "Draw your swords! Let them know that Qingyu Castle is not filled with cowards!"
"Yes!" his n roared in response.
"Prove your honor with your blood! Kill! Take the heads of our enemies and make your nas known!"
At Ouyang Feng’s command, several hundred n from Qingyu Castle charged forward. However, just as they did, a flurry of arrows rained down from the dim thickets, felling the Martial Artists at the front of the charge.
"A bunch of useless trash!" Ouyang Feng said with disdain. He imdiately drew the Yuanhong Sword, his eyes blood-red. With a single slash, at least twenty Yan Clan archers were torn to shreds, their bodies left mangled.
At that mont, the Yan Clan Patriarch launched his own attack, clashing with Ouyang Feng. The patriarch glared at him and rebuked, "Ouyang Feng, I spared your life back then, yet you remain this arrogant. You’re courting your own destruction! Today, I will not hold back!"
"Those are my words for you!" Ouyang Feng retorted, charging at the Yan Clan Patriarch. "You were the one who went too far. Today, I will use this sword to wash away the sha you dealt !"
The two began their battle. With the Yuanhong Sword in hand, Ouyang Feng was not just evenly matched—he was terrifyingly formidable, and their clash was nothing short of spectacular. The Yan Clan Patriarch was inherently stronger than Ouyang Feng. Although both were in the sa realm, this fight involved a more nuanced conflict. It was akin to the distinction between an ordinary Martial Artist and a King among Innate Experts. This gap was even more pronounced among Emperor-level Masters. Ouyang Feng had only recently reached the Emperor Level, so how could he be a match for a veteran like the Yan Clan Patriarch? However, he possessed the Yuanhong Sword, one of his most powerful treasures. Without it, Ouyang Feng would have been no match for the patriarch. But with the sword, his combat power was so imnse that even the Yan Clan Patriarch was forced to evade its sharp edge.
As the fierce battle raged on, both combatants began to tire, and the fight devolved into a war of attrition. Ouyang Feng knew he couldn’t maintain his peak state for more than an hour. Therefore, he and the Yan Clan Patriarch imdiately escalated the fight to its climax, with each of their moves becoming vicious to the extre.
SWOOSH!
A streak of Sword Qi swept past. The Yan Clan Patriarch couldn’t dodge in ti and was cut across the shoulder by Ouyang’s Yuanhong Sword, causing blood to gush forth instantly. But just as Ouyang Feng was basking in his triumph, the Yan Clan Patriarch unleashed his own power, hurling a concealed weapon that struck Ouyang Feng hard.
Ouyang Feng was sent flying backward, snapping a large tree in half upon impact. After shaking his dizzy head, he charged back into the fray. At that mont, the Yan Clan Patriarch gathered power in his hands. Instantly, a golden radiance shone forth, brimming with imnse Inner Strength and oppressive pressure.
Ouyang Feng didn’t dare underestimate the Yan Clan Patriarch. Without the Yuanhong Sword, I wouldn’t even have the courage to face him.
A loud shout suddenly echoed. "Let
have a go at you!"
The newcor was none other than Ye Fan. He had just arrived to witness the battle between the Yan Clan Patriarch and Ouyang Feng, and he imdiately grew cautious. He saw that the Yan Clan Patriarch was injured. The patriarch was one of the most powerful experts of the era, far stronger than the Shadow Stream Master, yet even he had been wounded. This showed just how formidable Ouyang Feng truly was.
The Yan Clan Patriarch warned, "This man’s strength itself isn’t what’s terrifying. His sword is peculiar, exuding a pressure that chills you to the bone! Do not underestimate him!"
Ye Fan nodded. In fact, he never underestimated anyone he considered a true opponent, and this ti was no exception. Ouyang Feng has been a famous Sword Dao master for years. How could I possibly take him lightly?
At this, Ouyang Feng spoke disdainfully, "And who might you be?"
"Who I am doesn’t matter," Ye Fan stated coldly. "What matters is that you’re about to find out just how terrifying I am. I am the man who will make you tremble in fear!"
"Make
tremble? That’s the funniest joke I’ve ever heard. Since you’re so eager to die, then I’ll just have to kill you too!" With that, he charged swiftly toward Ye Fan.
Ye Fan brandished the Starry Sky Iron Stone Sword.
CLANG!
As the two swords collided, Ye Fan felt the impact shudder through his entire body; the force was imnse. Ouyang Feng, on the other hand, was forced to retreat.
Looking at his own blade, Ye Fan was stunned. His Starry Sky Iron Stone Sword, renowned for its toughness, had actually cracked. His opponent’s blade was terrifyingly powerful. He knew this was no ordinary weapon; it was forged entirely from Starry Sky teorite and could slice through iron as if it were mud. Yet, such a fine blade now sported a crack. The Yuanhong Sword in Ouyang Feng’s hands was fearso beyond belief.
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