The Sword Spirit started by cursing loudly, and eventually, its voice grew weak, you could vaguely hear it calling Lin Tian's name.
"Master, is it already burned to death?" Charlotte asked curiously when she heard no sound.
"As the Sword Spirit of the mighty Sword of the King, it's not that easy to die; it's pretending to be dead," Lin Tian rolled his eyes, piercing through the Sword Spirit's ruse.
"You... You are too cold-blooded, can't you soften your heart considering that your King is almost dying?" The Sword Spirit indeed spoke again, but this time its voice was much weaker; even a Sword Spirit could not withstand the torture of the Purple Fire.
Lin Tian sneered, "Pretending to be pitiful, if I wasn't fast enough, you would have already escaped with my sword, disappeared without a trace, maybe found a powerful master, and came back to deal with me. Let me tell you, I, Lin Tian, do not need traitors."
