"A name for the spear?" Xue Ying muttered to himself. A slight aura of killing intent flashed in his eyes. "How about blood-drinking…the Blood-Drinking Spear!"
"Blood-Drinking Spear?" Senior Crimson Rock and Jing Qiu both immediately understood.
To choose Blood-Drinking as the name of a spear was nothing out of the ordinary, but they could feel the inherent killing intent in Xue’s voice. They could easily tell what he was thinking of at that moment.
"May you then feed this Blood-Drinking Spear the life-blood of your enemies once the war begins, Dong Bo," Crimson Rock said.
"Certainly!" Xue Ying nodded.
