Su Shi'er naturally could not tolerate such a thing.
The flying sword hovered before him.
Su Shi'er's gaze swept over it inch by inch. Upon close inspection, he could clearly see that the nearly three-inch flying sword was densely covered in fine veins.
Each vein resembled cloud patterns, layered and interwoven, lending the flying sword an added air of drifting grace.
Under Su Shi'er's gaze, faint wisps of cloud and mist even wafted out from it.
The mist appeared thin at first, yet as time passed, it quickly grew dense, shrouding the entire interior of the Flying Shuttle.
Only the time it took for an incense stick to burn had passed.
Su Shi'er's expression tightened, and his voice rang out at once.
"Enough. Come out!"
His words fell, and clouds and mist swirled within the Flying Shuttle, yet there was no change and no figure appeared.
Su Shi'er did not waste words. He raised his hand, and powerful True Yuan immediately began circulating in his palm.
"If you refuse to come out, are you forcing me to destroy you completely?"
"Spare my life, Daoist friend!"
A soft, coquettish plea for mercy rang out.
The flying sword immediately trembled. Upon its blade appeared a palm-sized, humanoid miniature sword spirit.
The sword spirit looked to be around thirty. She was scantily clad, and her pair of eyes were astonishingly lively, their gaze seeming capable of stealing one's soul and ravishing one's spirit.
Once her form appeared, she gazed at Su Shi'er with an aggrieved expression.
Her body was only palm-sized, yet she was breathtakingly alluring, not at all inferior to the female cultivators of the Cultivation World who could topple kingdoms and cities.
Especially when facing Su Shi'er, she possessed a quality that made one pity her at first sight and feel