Chapter 458

"As the strongest hidden sect in this dungeon world, the Profound Heaven Sword Sect should also have extremely powerful techniques left behind."

"Your decision is very good," Wan Wu said.

"Wan Wu, you stay here to guard the high tower, and we will go search for techniques," Yan Ze nodded, his expression serious.

"Your profession is Light Dark Guard, right? If there are suitable techniques, I will get them back for you," Ji Yao said.

Wan Wu nodded.

"Then thank you."

Immediately, everyone disappeared into the black mist.

Only Wan Wu and Xiao Ming remained, standing alone in front of the high tower.

Xiao Ming suddenly flapped its wings and wanted to follow Su Ming.

Wan Wu quickly reached out a hand to stop it.

"Xiao Ming, let the master and that old Sword Venerable cultivate; it's best we don't disturb them."

Wan Wu said.

In Xiao Ming’s eyes, dark blue light flashed, which was very peculiar.

Its eyes were agile, as if it were thinking like a human, and finally, it obediently flew back into Wan Wu’s hand.

Afterward, Wan Wu stared at the distant sky, a hint of worry emerging in his eyes.

He opened his personal information bar and began to check information about the Wanwu Group.

Because during the last guild battle, the Evil Law Sword Venerable Zhuo Mo escaped.

So Wan Wu also began to worry whether his inheritance would be gradually eroded.

But looking at it now, there was no need to worry; his inheritance was still there.

After all, the Wanwu Group was very large, and there were rules locked everywhere, so it wasn't easy to move hands and feet secretly.

Last time, Gan Xiushou and Zhuo Mo actually used a conspiracy to trick Wan Wu into signing a property transfer contract; it was his own stupidity that made him fall for it.

But this time, he wouldn't be fooled, so the inheritance wouldn't be easy to transfer.

Now that Gan Xiushou was dead, although Zhuo Mo also held a large amount of shares, he had no allies.

So he could no longer compete with Wan Wu, the heir.

After this dungeon trip ended, Wan Wu would have to consider using his assets to equip the master and the master’s friends with top-tier gear!

At this moment, the abandoned Shushan martial arts arena.

Su Ming stood alone, facing Xiang Wuhui.

Spiritual energy overflowed here, and demonic wind swept through, blowing Su Ming’s clothes wildly.

Xiang Wuhui stood with his hands behind his back, his messy hair with white temples dancing in the wind.

"If a junior who knew nothing about the sword came up the mountain, I wouldn't have time to teach much sword art before the Demon-Suppressing Tower collapsed."

"But... the one who came is you, an unparalleled genius of the sword path; it can be said that heaven has not abandoned my human race."

"Since that is the case, this old man will teach you everything I know."

Sword light emerged in his eyes, his voice stern.

"Before this old man dies, how much I can teach you is how much of the Profound Heaven Sword Sect’s sword arts can be passed on."

Xiang Wuhui stared at Su Ming and said seriously.

"In this way."

"After this old man dies, more and more sword cultivators can appear in the human world to check and balance the demon race; that will be enough!"

Su Ming nodded, a sharp light emerging in his eyes.

"Junior will definitely go all out and study hard!"

Xiang Wuhui took out the wooden sword from behind him and said sternly.

"Draw your sword and attack me."

He said.

Su Ming nodded, immediately drew his sword, and went all out!

He fought with sword control, flying swords swirling around him, obeying his every command!

Blood-Fallen Sword, Golden Scale Heavenly Spirit Sword, Extreme Yang Death-Mark Broken Sword, and Shadow Poison Monarch Sword danced by his side.

Terrifying sword light flashed, filling the sky.

As a level 66 Venerable, Su Ming’s current strength was not to be underestimated.

Between raising his hands, there was sword Qi flowing like mountain-shattering and stone-crushing power.

Seeing this scene, Xiang Wuhui was somewhat shocked.

He didn't expect that such a young brat under twenty would have such sword path talent.

At such a young age, he could perform such sword arts.

The most terrifying thing was... he was not a disciple of the Profound Heaven Sword Sect, but self-taught!

This was too unbelievable.

Xiang Wuhui was shocked in his heart, but on the surface, he remained unmoved.

Because he was afraid of making this kid too proud.

So he remained calm and struck directly!

A plain, broken old wooden sword seemed like a peerless divine blade in his hand.

Just by raising his hand and waving it lightly, he could shatter Su Ming’s sword Qi.

Every time he swung his sword, it carried hundreds of sword Qi, dissipating in mid-air.

Even if Su Ming had more sword blades than him, he could easily dismantle them.

And on this basis, he could still spare a hand to attack Su Ming!

Xiang Wuhui’s self-created sword art, No Regrets Sword Intent, was truly too terrifying.

Every one of his swords possessed terrifying power, even tearing small holes in space, allowing his sword blade to cut over as if teleporting.

Su Ming could not resist and retreated step by step.

He did not activate his Origin Sword Body.

If he had, perhaps he wouldn't be in such a sorry state.

But Su Ming was here to learn sword arts, not to compete with this kind of BUG-level talent.

So he had been relying on his pure sword arts to clash with Xiang Wuhui.

Xiang Wuhui’s posture was free and easy, handling it with ease; his other hand even had time to hold a wine jug and take a few sips.

"Too slow."

He stared at Su Ming’s sword style and said.

"Be more decisive!"

Just like that, the two of them had exchanged dozens of moves!

Su Ming felt that his sword arts were constantly improving.

As a hundred-year-old Sword Venerable, Xiang Wuhui’s understanding of sword arts was truly too thorough.

A casual piece of advice from him could make Su Ming benefit a lot.

"Senior, for this next sword strike of mine, how much improvement do you see?" Su Ming’s eyes were deep, and he suddenly said loudly.

Immediately, he struck violently!

The [Intent · Sword Control] skill was activated with full force!

In an instant, all the weapons swirling around him—Blood-Fallen, Golden Scale Heavenly Spirit, Extreme Yang Death-Mark, and Shadow Poison Monarch—all gathered and flowed over!

The gorgeous sword light had different colors.

But all carried the same tyrannical intent of slaughter.

Moreover, Su Ming activated the Epic High-grade Holy Thunder Slash skill, attaching Holy-attribute thunder to the sword blade to stack high damage.

The thunder light and golden glow were brilliant, piercing through and leaving four golden rainbow sword Qi in mid-air.

Facing Su Ming’s sudden burst of a move, a hint of admiration flashed in Xiang Wuhui’s eyes.

"Haha, kid, this move is not bad."

He saw him smile indifferently.