The horse-faced young man's expression began to twist on his face, and he was shocked in his heart: "I'm using a low-grade Spiritual Artifact, his magic sword is a low-level Magic Artifact, it absolutely shouldn't be like this!"
The horsetail whisk had been chopped to pieces by several of Ye Fan's strikes, but the attack wasn't over; Ye Fan's real target was the arrogant horse-faced young man who had just threatened to turn him and Bai He into pigs.
Ye Fan carried a momentum that was unstoppable. Amidst the swirling fluff, Ye Fan's calm face looked as terrifying as a god of war, causing the horse-faced young man to be terrified. The horse-faced young man attempted to gather Spiritual Energy for a frontal clash with Ye Fan. He believed that his cultivation was certainly above Ye Fan's, and without underhanded tricks, Ye Fan had no chance of winning.
Ye Fan didn't retreat; he stood firm and swung his longsword, confronting the horse-faced young man's broken horsetail whisk head-on.
