"Ridiculous!" An elf clad in a dark green robe was the first to break the silence, his silver-white eyebrows trembling slightly with anger, "The Crescent Moon is the Elf King's sword, how can it be handed over to an outsider like you?"
Another female elf wearing a Golden Leaf Shoulder Ornament also sneered, "Sword Saint, what a grand title! Sending a disciple over, with just a few words, you want us to hand over the sword of the former king?"
The other elves didn't say much, but only because they didn't feel like speaking; it was impossible to lend out the Crescent Moon.
"My master was ambushed by a Blood Race Prince and seriously injured, the blood poison is hard to purify, only the power of the Crescent Moon can cleanse it!" Shi Wu raised his head, his eyes burning as he looked at the figure on the throne, "If my master falls, Three Mountains City collapses, then the Demon Race will sweep in, and the Kingdom will be obliterated. Is this the future you all wish to see?"
