Chapter 810 Blood-Drinking Demon King

• “Enough. I don’t get a word you’re saying. If you want to fight, then fight. Quit yapping.” Watching Musashi ramble on, Yang Feng lost patience. His whole body flared with light—the signal he was about to strike.
• Truth was, Yang Feng had underestimated him. The weapon in Musashi’s hand was no ordinary blade. From its edge, Yang Feng sensed a vicious, bloodthirsty aura.
• It felt a lot like the Thousand Blades—Shangguan Luyi’s demon saber that only attacked and never defended, peerless in the world.