Had that been all, it would have been one thing. But that was not even the worst of it.
The key was that even after Thousand Autumns had been pinned beneath his foot, it still struggled desperately and spewed trash talk. "You brat surnamed Wu, hurry up and let this lord go! This lord is doing it for your own good! When it comes to wooing girls, you can't go wrong listening to me." It clanged and rattled as it thrashed beneath Wu Zhixing's foot, like a fish stranded out of water.
The sight left everyone present dumbfounded.
Those gathered here were all people of considerable status in Guilong City. Even if they had never seen a Divine Ability Spirit Treasure before, they had naturally heard of them, and held considerable reverence and longing for them. Who would not dream of owning a talking Divine Ability Spirit Treasure?
But what the hell was this thing? Was it a sword, or some lecherous hooligan? In an instant, it shattered everyone's understanding of Divine Ability Spirit Treasures.
Wu Xuening, who had been standing at the edge of the arena ready to cheer for her darling grandson, was likewise stupefied. After glancing around, she awkwardly backed away several steps, as though drawing a clear line between herself and Wu Zhixing.
She grumbled inwardly. She had indeed asked her great-grandfather for a talking sword, but this talking sword was far too shameless... Good thing this was not her Divine Ability Spirit Treasure. Otherwise, how could she possibly go on living?
"Shut up."
Wu Zhixing's face had darkened like the bottom of a pot. He was so embarrassed he nearly fled the arena.
He ground the foot pinning Thousand Autumns down with force and snapped, "If you dare spout any more nonsense, I'll erase you."