Hahaha, Are You Afraid of Me?

"Anyone who slaps my face must die!" The sword's words were filled with anguish.

"Calm down, Fellow Daoist Scarlet Heaven Sword," Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet consoled him. "You don't have a physical face, so you don't need to worry about being slapped."

Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet's logic was sound, at least two months ago.

"The problem is that I do have a face. I still have a second form," lamented the sword. Its primary form had evolved into a face, and as an inner demon, it had the ability to transform into its second form.

Its second form was rather impressive.

Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet was left speechless.

As a sentient artifact, why did it now have a face?

"If you can't handle it, then stab Shuhang," calmly suggested Pavilion Master Chu.

"Shuhang wasn't the one who slapped my face, so why would I stab him?" retorted the sword. "If anyone should be stabbed, it's this group of colorful inner demons," it added.