Zhao Fu turned his gaze to the spirit of the King of Kings Sword and asked seriously, "Who was that mysterious person? And who are you? As a supremely noble member of the Origin Clan, you should not have become a sword spirit."
The sword spirit gave a cold snort. "You think I'll tell you? I already dislike you very much now, so I won't listen to you. You'd better send me back to the Otherworld Ten Academies, or you'll regret it."
Zhao Fu's face turned cold. He said nothing more as the golden pupil in his left eye spun rapidly, releasing an invisible force.
Several chains shot out at high speed, binding the sword spirit's hands and feet and suspending her in midair. With a tug, the chains pulled her body into the shape of a spread-eagle.
The sword spirit glared at Zhao Fu and demanded angrily, "What are you trying to do to me?"
Zhao Fu kept a cold face and did not answer.
Sinful Dragon gave a seductive chuckle. "Letting you enjoy the most exquisite torment. You should submit to our master; our master will not treat you poorly."
The sword spirit frowned, unable to understand Sinful Dragon's meaning. How could it be both enjoyment and torment?
At that moment, an enormous mass of Six Desires Demonic Qi emerged from Zhao Fu's palm and continuously poured into the King of Kings Sword in his hand.
At once!
The sword spirit felt an invisible force spreading through her body, making her limbs go weak and her body grow feverish. Her face flushed crimson, and her breathing became ragged.
Now the sword spirit understood what Sinful Dragon had meant. She cursed in humiliation and fury, "You bastard! How could he choose a lecherous thief like you as the second