Shi Feiyang hadn't expected this Sword Spirit to be so glib; his nine swords still carried the pride of a Heavenly Demon. Although they occasionally ingratiated themselves by rubbing against his fingers gently with their sword spines, emitting rhythmically soothing hums, expressing pleasure at bolstering his will, they had never been so shamelessly brazen!
Shi Feiyang said, "I already possess enough Flying Swords; I don't need you. This time I came to capture you to destroy you, to prevent you from harming the Human World."
The Demon Sword quickly pleaded for mercy, "Master Shi, spare my life! I never wanted to harm the Human World! It's just that many Sword Immortals have been trying to capture me; you don't know what I had to endure these years... I haven't dared to kill anyone. You scared me so much. I was broken, hiding and scurrying in the Human World, terrified of leaving any traces that might lead a Sword Immortal to me..."
"You haven't killed anyone?"
