When the Water-Subduing Iron Sword had first been picked up by Xiang Yuan, it had refused him from the bottom of its heart. It had lived in luxury within the Hundred Rivers Alliance, revered as a divine relic. What status did Xiang Yuan have, that he dared covet its hilt?
Did he not know what it meant to be admired from afar but never profaned? Take your filthy hands off!
But upon seeing the Merit Golden Wheel, it had gladly submitted, willing to become Xiang Yuan's vanguard and heed his command.
Then, upon seeing the True Warrior Great Emperor, it felt its life as a sword had reached its peak. To be held in the True Warrior Great Emperor's hand was the greatest honor of its swordly existence.
But because this was the True Warrior Great Emperor, there were as many vanguards as he wanted. The Water-Subduing Iron Sword would not even get a turn; calling it the dog beside a foot soldier would be more fitting.
No big deal. The Water-Subduing Iron Sword declared that being the Great Emperor's dog was the highest honor! Unlike certain dogs who ran about everywhere without even knowing who their master was.
Divine relics truly possessed spirits. It simply wanted to improve too badly!
And so, when it encountered the masters of the Hundred Rivers Alliance again, the Water-Subduing Iron Sword turned a blind eye to their former agreement.
No need to mention any incantations. They had merely been vows of mountain and sea—how could they be taken seriously? The Water-Subduing Iron Sword would rather rot in the True Warrior Great Emperor's warehouse, gathering dust, than be cradled in the palms of the Hundred Rivers Alliance's masters and worshipped.
It was a divine sword that had been wielded by the True Warrior Great