Purgatory!

"Hahaha, at least you're a hilarious one," Donghai laughed as the cranky, old-aged voice of the Sword Spirit sounded quite comical.

"Are you picking a fight with me, brat?" The sword spirit's anger was clear in his voice.

"Oh, he also has quite a temper. Whatever, just be yourself," Donghai shrugged.

"Fine, since you're so determined to inherit me, let's see if you have what it takes," the Sword Spirit said. "I summon you all!"

With that, the little blade extended from the sword hilt and started buzzing at a loud frequency. Donghai watched in amazement as all the swords on the prairie began to buzz and resonate with the sword hilt, pulling themselves out of the ground and into the short and broken part of the rusty blade in Donghai's hand.

"So, old man, you're a big shot around here," Donghai said, beaming.

"Enough with the bullcrap! Now feel my wrath for insulting this Sword Monarch," the sword spirit warned.