The one capable of playing Sword Hero in such a way is none other than Wen Xishu.
With the Demon King as a steed, Wen Xishu had to admit, the journey was much faster.
"Currently, it seems my communication issues... are just sarcastic quips, but the meaning isn't far off, I must quickly find Old Zheng."
Wen Xishu was still very worried about Old Zheng.
After entering the battlefield, he and Old Zheng were separated, which made Wen Xishu sigh at the host's malicious intentions.
Without the great healer, Old Zheng couldn't even speak.
And the great healer's powers only worked on teammates, which highlighted Wen Xishu's own flaw—unable to be overcome.
"Faster, is this the best speed the Demon King can manage?" Wen Xishu urged.
In Demon King Twenty-Two's ears, it sounded like:
"You worthless thing, you may have lost your hands, but your legs are still there. If your legs are this inefficient, I wouldn't mind turning you into a ball. Maybe rolling would be faster than running."
