The King of Kings Sword Spirit's face flushed with shame and anger. First, she did not acknowledge Zhao Fu as her master, and she now hated him deeply.
Second, she had not been under control when she made those indescribable sounds and begged Zhao Fu to favor her. None of it had been voluntary; she had been forced by the Six Desires Demonic Qi.
Third, she simply disliked Zhao Fu speaking that way. Although Zhao Fu was indeed correct—King of Kings was the one who had shown kindness to the Six Desires Immortal, not her.
But as King of Kings' only sword, she was unquestionably the person closest to King of Kings. Now that she had suffered such humiliation, the Six Desires Immortal should help her as well.
The King of Kings Sword Spirit said angrily, "I never acknowledged you as my master! And once the Six Desires Immortal learns of this, she will definitely act for my master's sake. In the end, it was you bastard who used the Six Desires Demonic Qi against me—how do you still have the nerve to blame me?"
Zhao Fu watched her with both eyes and said nothing more. A vast amount of Six Desires Demonic Qi flowed continuously into the King of Kings Sword like a surging tide.
"Bastard!"
As she watched the Six Desires Demonic Qi pour into the sword without end, the King of Kings Sword Spirit's body felt that intense sensation again, and she cursed in shame and fury.
Zhao Fu said blandly, "King of Kings' inheritance chose me, so naturally I am your master. You are merely something that came along with it. Otherwise, why can I use the King of Kings Sword to control you, rather than you controlling the King of Kings Sword?"
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