The Head Rolls

"Hate Heaven Marquis? The ninth demonic weapon, the Long Hate Hook?"

Fang Yuan held his blade and sneered. "I wonder where a monkey like you ranks in the demonic path?"

"You insolent brat!"

That attitude nearly drove the Hate Heaven Marquis, dressed in brocade and jade, into a fit of rage. He held a high position in the demonic sect and his word was law. When had he ever suffered such an insult? "Though you've become the Blood Drinking Blade Master, have you ever cultivated the blade's secret arts? Among the Ten Great Demonic Weapons, the Blood Drinking Blade ranks last, beneath even the Long Hate Hook! What's more... the previous Blood Drinking Blade Master wreaked havoc across the martial world and was defeated by the Kong Family patriarch with the Righteous Qi Ruler. The Blood Drinking Blade was sealed and heavily damaged. Even after being reforged and offered sacrifices, how much of its power could it possibly have recovered?"

The Hate Heaven Marquis spoke at an easy pace, brimming with confidence.

In truth, however, he was secretly using demonic arts to undermine Fang Yuan's confidence.

As an old hand, he would never make the kind of mistake only a greenhorn would make when facing an enemy. He was especially wary of Fang Yuan at this moment.

"Enough blather!"

Fang Yuan furrowed his brow and charged forward.

Hiss!

The Blood Drinking Blade dragged along the ground, carving a long furrow as Fang Yuan reached the Hate Heaven Marquis in an instant and slashed backhanded.

Whoosh!

A blood-red blade aura seven or eight zhang long appeared, crashing down overhead like the world was being split open.

Clang!

A vicious glint flashed in the Hate Heaven Marquis's eyes as he raised the hook to block.

A muffled impact rang out. His feet