"I can't think of any."
Evil Sword shook his head. "The guardians of the Sole True Sect are all a bunch of blockheads. There aren't many with brains among them... Even Duan Chief Seat and Grand Chief Guardian are basically... a bunch of blockheads who only know how to kill."
"Uh."
Fang Che was covered in black lines.
It had to be said that when he thought about the guardians of the Sole True Sect, although every one of them was outrageously inhuman, vicious, and brutal, saying they were a bunch of blockheads didn't seem wrong at all.
Just think about it: Duan Xiyang, Sun Wutian, Madman Halberd, Heavenly King Flute...
Tsk, no mistake there.
Then he thought about Xue Fuxiao and the others...
Fang Che sighed and stopped thinking any further. The guardians really were a bunch of blockheads...
Evil Sword was silent for a while before saying, "I suddenly feel a little like dying."
Fang Che said, "Grandmaster, do you need me to avenge you? But even if I avenge you, if things go well, it'll probably be more than a thousand years from now. And by then, you won't be able to see it."
Evil Sword let out a strange laugh. "When you put it that way, I like hearing it a lot more."
Fang Che had no choice. Against an Old Devil like this, even though he was a blockhead, trying to play mind games in front of him was truly useless.
"So, Grandmaster, are you really willing to let the Blood Spirit Seven Swords vanish from the martial world just like this?"
Fang Che said, "I want to learn it."
Evil Sword was stunned. "You want to kill your grandmaster, yet you're also asking your grandmaster to teach you swordsmanship? And you even clearly said