The Qingfeng Sword was originally in a bit of a bad mood, and now it vented all its emotions on Sikong Jiu, poking another ten holes in him.
This left Sikong Jiu, the embodiment of the Heavenly Dao, with dozens of holes, unable to recover in a short time.
"Stop stabbing."
Xu Lai said with a bit of a headache.
"Fine, I'm leaving!"
The Qingfeng Sword transformed into a stream of light and flew into the distance.
Xu Lai shook his head helplessly, not knowing when the prideful and capricious little temper of the Qingfeng Sword Spirit would change.
"I'm the branch of the Heavenly Dao on Earth, no one dares to touch me..."
Sikong Jiu cried, "Supreme Emperor, you must stand up for me!"
"Alright, I'll get you a few ten-color immortal-grade spirit stones to fix yourself up later." Xu Lai said casually.
"I think Qingfeng Sword's stabs were justified. Truly worthy of an Emperor Artifact—her Qingfeng Sword Intent is masterful. A daughter should be like the Qingfeng Sword!"
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