Too Late for Regrets

Ye Qiu's voice rang out, reaching Feng Changsheng's ears as he was tortured by saber aura and plunged into panic. Feng Changsheng suddenly raised his head, first stunned, then seized by an incredible guess.

He looked at Ye Qiu in disbelief.

Could it be...

Boom—

Just as he was thinking this, Ye Qiu smiled. In an instant, the saber aura within Feng Changsheng erupted even more violently.

Feng Changsheng let out a howl of agony, his body trembling violently. But when his howls reached their peak, Ye Qiu waved a hand, and the saber aura within him once again receded like a tide, vanishing at astonishing speed.

Feng Changsheng's eyes instantly bulged round.

It was not just him. At this moment, Chen Chi and Wen Ning reached the same conclusion.

They both turned to look at Ye Qiu.

Incredible!

Ye Qiu clenched his fist. "Continue."

Pfft—

Blood sprayed from Feng Changsheng's mouth. The Saber Spirit that had gone quiet within him grew violent once more.

This time, everyone was completely certain: the Saber Spirit... was under Ye Qiu's control!

Chen Chi and Wen Ning both broke into smiles.

The anger born in their hearts from Feng Changsheng's shamelessness vanished without a trace in an instant.

They had known it. Ye Qiu was not the sort of person who would willingly suffer a loss.

Feng Changsheng spat blood, his expression turning uglier than it could possibly be. Yet once it reached its limit, the shock in his heart soared to madness.

This fellow had really drawn out the saber—and had completely controlled it!

Unprecedented!

Amid his frenzy, he suppressed the turmoil in his heart and forced a smile onto his face as he looked at Ye Qiu. "Brother Ye, what a skill you have."

Ye Qiu waved a hand. "Enough nonsense.