Fortunately, this clash let Ye Feng regain a trace of confidence. His opponent's sword had already developed a crack, and with just a bit more effort, he could break the opponent's sword and severely injure the enemy.
After knocking Ye Feng back, the old man also revealed a hint of worry on his face. He distinctly felt that his two-star sharp sword had gotten a notch cut into it. If the opponent continued to strike at this spot, his two-star sharp sword would be completely ruined.
"What's the matter? Feeling heartache?" Seeing the opponent's expression, Ye Feng felt immensely thrilled.
The more worried and uncomfortable the opponent became, the more delighted Ye Feng felt inside. If he could infuriate the opponent to the point of exploding with rage, Ye Feng would feel even more exhilarated.
"Scoundrel, go to hell." Despite some worry, the old man was not cowardly and charged directly with his sword, aiming to strike Ye Feng with a final blow.
