However, Xia Feng knew that although the Sword Spirit's voice sounded immature and its temperament was somewhat childlike, having survived for a million years, it wouldn't cause any fuss over important matters.
Xia Feng looked down at it, frowned, and asked softly, "Did you discover something?"
The Sword Spirit shuddered slightly, quickly explaining, "I heard that figure say earlier that the Evil Sword Spirit hasn't reacted yet."
"Now seeing its entity, I recognized it; it is the sworn enemy of us Sword Spirits."
"When Sword Spirit meets Evil Sword Spirit, it's a fight till death. It's either I completely destroy the opponent, or the opponent devours me."
"There is no possibility of coexistence."
Xia Feng raised an eyebrow, tapping his fingers lightly in the air a few times, binding those Evil Sword Spirits in place.
He then, with a bit of interest, looked at the Sword Spirit and asked, "Tell me in detail."
