In the distance.
Chong Xiaoqian and Tan Menglu saw this scene as well. They had been holed up at home playing games, but the tribulation of the magic artifact had drawn them over, and they had come out of curiosity to see what was happening.
They just so happened to witness Xia Ping wielding the golden greatsword.
"So powerful! This is the legendary King's Sword? Could it be that this villainous Regent not only stole my throne, but also stole my King's Sword? How hateful!"
Chong Xiaoqian drooled at the sight.
She felt that such a majestic, entirely golden greatsword suited her identity as a king perfectly. If she took out this treasured sword, she could surely command the world at once and cow countless petty scoundrels.
But she felt that such a formidable King's Sword falling into that hateful Regent's hands was simply a waste of heaven's gifts.
Chong Xiaoqian's eyes rolled around as she thought of a way to steal the King's Sword back. No, it was not stealing. As a king, asking a commoner for a little something—how could that be called stealing?
Besides, no matter how she looked at it, this sword belonged to a king. In simple terms, it belonged to Chong Xiaoqian. Taking it back should be called returning an item to its rightful owner.
"It looks delicious."
Unlike Chong Xiaoqian, Tan Menglu was drooling too. She felt that if she ate that treasured sword, her strength would surely increase dramatically and satisfy her appetite.
More importantly, that sword gave off an enticing fragrance that made one's mouth water three feet.
Unfortunately, it was that bad guy Xia Ping's sword, and he seemed to treasure it dearly. It probably had no chance of ending up in her mouth.
If he got angry, he might