The other party's response took Wu Xia by surprise; he had not anticipated such an answer at all.
"An internal strife would only weaken the strength of your Demon Beast Clan."
Wu Xia couldn't understand why they seemed so indifferent, as if it didn't concern them in the least. Why was that?
After all, even though this guy was a Sword Spirit, he should be counted as one of the Demon Beasts, right?
"I've said it has nothing to do with me; if you don't leave now, I won't be polite anymore!"
But the Sword Spirit didn't care about that and was already threatening him.
Wu Xia sighed helplessly.
It seemed that the Sword of the King was not so easy to obtain; it looked like a battle was inevitable.
Wu Xia took a step back.
He didn't plan to take action just yet, for Wu Xia, the opponent's strength was not the main issue.
It was the many Demon Beasts around him, all of whom seemed quite powerful.
If he were to act rashly, they would probably join forces against him.
