One Axe Splits the Nine Heavens

I, Pan Feng, the mighty general of Jizhou, am worthy of my reputation.

My renown was forged from the blood and bones of my enemies. When I learned I would face Hua Xiong of Xiliang, I stroked the Blood Pagoda resting on the table before my seat.

I could feel the ghostly skulls clamped around the axe handle, their bloodthirsty murmurs rising.

"Wait a moment! Don't rush. If you can't drink enemy blood this time, then I'll make sure you drink your fill of mine. Surely that will satisfy you."

I knew I was doomed to die this time!

Not because Hua Xiong was all that powerful,

but because my lord had ordered me to lose to Hua Xiong. And losing a duel on the battlefield meant certain death.