Da Siming sighed.
Wu Xia, this guy, was just too clever and too dominant—he never took the slightest loss.
But now there was no other choice; this guy's strength was simply too overwhelming. If it really came down to a fight to the death, nobody would be able to walk away unscathed.
"Anyway, you won't have any use for it. If you want it, take it, but I still have to remind you, in your hands, this sword is nothing but a piece of scrap iron,"
Da Siming said disdainfully.
The Sword of the King was a symbol of the King of the Demon Beast Clan, but for thousands of years, no king among the Demon Beasts had gotten their hands on the Sword of the King, because the sword required a destined Demon Beast King.
Apart from the so-called predestined Demon Beast King, no one else could wield the Sword of the King.
As Da Siming spoke, he waved his magic wand, and quickly a Teleportation Array appeared under Wu Xia's feet.
