Ye Fan continued coldly, "Kuang Ling, do you think this is over? No, it's far from enough!"
Kuang Ling retorted with a cold sneer, "Humph, such insignificant tricks. We of the Spirit Clan would never fear a swarm of ants like you! Hahaha!" He laughed wildly at Ye Fan, dismissing him completely.
"This is just the beginning!" Ye Fan said. At that, he raised the Yuanhong Sword once more and pierced Kuang Ling's heart.
"ARGH!"
Kuang Ling's scream was even more wretched. For a Spirit Cultivator like him, a pierced heart wasn't fatal, but it was, without a doubt, excruciatingly painful. Still, he endured it. His body trembled and his life force waned, yet he refused to submit to Ye Fan.
Ye Fan didn't stop. Instead, he pulled the Yuanhong Sword from Kuang Ling's heart.
Then, Kuang Ling laughed wildly at him, taunting, "Ants will always be ants! You're not ruthless enough!" He was goading Ye Fan; anyone watching might have thought he was a masochist.
