Chapter 456

"Let this old man wait quietly for the seal to break and perish together with these demonic beasts."

He looked at the firmament, his voice calm.

He lightly concluded his own sacrifice without any excitement.

This was truly putting life and death aside.

He had no intention of teaching sword arts, nor did he have any intention of letting Su Ming stay here.

Xiang Wuhui’s attitude was very firm.

But Su Ming was not desperate.

He saw his lips curl slightly, smiled faintly, and said.

"Senior... aren't you curious how we got in if there are no sword cultivators among us?"

Once these words were spoken, Xiang Wuhui’s gaze focused.

"Hmm?"

"Kid." He looked at Su Ming suddenly, his expression showing some fluctuation.

"Listening to you say that, could it be that the array must be opened by a sword cultivator?"

After that battle, Xiang Wuhui had been cultivating and guarding in front of this Demon-Suppressing Tower for over a hundred years.

He had never checked that array because his senior brother hadn't told him the location of the array, fearing he would destroy it.

Xiang Wuhui had always wanted to sacrifice himself to perish with those demonic beasts and did not want external junior cultivators to come in and die.

So Sword Saint Wei Tianhai had set up that array with extremely secretive methods and hadn't told Xiang Wuhui the exact location.

Su Ming nodded solemnly.

"That's right."

Since the array wasn't left by Xiang Wuhui, he had something to say.

"Senior, remember I said earlier that I came to explore the essence of the sword path?" Su Ming said with a serious expression.

"I am not a cultivator who knows nothing about the sword path."

"I... am a sword cultivator, and I have already achieved some success."

"Exploring the essence of sword arts is not about starting from scratch, but about having you guide me based on my current foundation."

As he spoke, Su Ming revealed the Ronghai Sword Box behind him.

This sword box was black jade in color, with ocean-like wave patterns on it, appearing extremely transparent and restrained, with an extraordinary texture.

Immediately, Su Ming joined his fingers into a sword shape and shook them violently.

The Golden Scale Heavenly Spirit Fish Sword, which was wrapped around the sword box on his back, swam through the air and fell into his hand.

He waved it lightly and activated the [Clear Sword Intent] skill.

Under the blessing of Clear Sword Intent, Su Ming’s sword intent was without impurities, very transparent and clear, leaving a straight mark on the ground.

Xiang Wuhui saw this scene, his eyes shocked.

His hand holding the wine couldn't help but freeze.

He had thought that in a world where the demon race targeted sword cultivators, these intruders couldn't possibly be sword cultivators, so he was too lazy to teach from scratch.

Moreover, people suitable for learning the sword were one in ten thousand; among this group of intruders, it was almost impossible to have good seedlings for learning the sword; the probability was too low.

So, he didn't want to give Su Ming’s group a chance at all.

But Su Ming was actually a sword cultivator!

And this young man was such a talented sword cultivator.

Twenty years old, and already at the Venerable realm!!

This gave Xiang Wuhui hope.

Under the suppression of the demon race, the human race could still produce sword cultivators!

This meant that the vitality of the human race was extremely resilient, stronger than he had imagined.

This resilience had another beautiful name.

Hope.

This hope was grand; it was not the hope of one person or one sect, but the hope of the entire human race.

A hint of moving light actually emerged in his aged, turbid eyes.

"Heh... hehe..." He laughed softly.

"Hahaha."

"Hahahahahaha!!"

The old Sword Venerable laughed wildly, his eyes turning red.

"Senior brother, you are even smarter than I thought!"

He couldn't help but roar at the sky.

"In that situation, you actually had time to be distracted and leave a talisman restriction on the array that only sword cultivators could enter; you really didn't want to let me down."

"Hahaha!!" He laughed like a child, his expression somewhat crazy.

The old Sword Venerable didn't care about his image at all; his sect clothes were full of dust, and he was dressed like an old beggar.

Even his hair was messy.

In front of these juniors, he appeared unconventional, somewhat crazy, free-spirited, and a bit neurotic.

It showed how uninhibited his personality was.

Afterward, he restrained his smile, and his entire temperament changed completely.

He suddenly looked up and took a big gulp of wine, then spat it out.

That wine mist actually turned into countless sword Qi, shooting over.

At the same time, he casually drew the wooden sword from his back and waved it lightly.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!

Countless sword Qi, invisible to the naked eye, spread out and slashed, disappearing in a flash.

All the sword mark cages surrounding the group instantly collapsed and disintegrated; the sword Qi canceled each other out, turning into pure spiritual energy and dissipating into the world.

Seeing this operation, Yan Ze’s eyes were shocked.

Jiang Yunqing also couldn't help but take a step back.

Contacting that sword Qi at close range was too terrifying, making her feel as if her mind was about to be cut apart.

The Half-Saint-level old Sword Venerable, who was also a dungeon Elite, had strength that absolutely far exceeded that of Half-Saint experts among job-changers.

Facing such an expert, anyone would feel fearful!

After Xiang Wuhui released the sword mark cage, he stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over everyone.

"Kid, among these friends of yours, are there any other sword cultivators?"

Su Ming shook his head.

"They are not sword cultivators; only I am."

Xiang Wuhui nodded, his expression showing no disappointment.

Under this suppression by the demon race, being able to have one talented sword-cultivating youth come to this place, he was already satisfied.

"Kid, what is your name?" He stepped forward, came to Su Ming, and asked sternly.

Smelling the strong smell of alcohol on Senior Xiang, Su Ming didn't even frown.

Because the senior had been guarding here alone for a hundred years, just to protect the human race.

Such a swordsman was worthy of his respect.

"Junior Su Ming," Su Ming said.

"Su Ming?"

Xiang Wuhui frowned, closed his eyes, and paced back and forth.

As if he were carefully savoring the deep meaning in this name.

After a long time, he opened his eyes suddenly, and two rays of light seemed to shoot straight into the firmament.

"Good!"

He clapped and praised.

"Good name!"

"Too sharp..."

"Too free and easy...