Chapter 468: Cross-boundary Sword Control

The demon race is naturally stronger than the human race, and their bodies are more compatible with heaven and earth spiritual energy.

Therefore, great demons who have reached the Venerable realm can easily crush human Venerables of the same realm.

It can be said that without human sword cultivators, no one can compete with them.

Looking at the BOSS’s attributes, Su Ming was shocked.

A single attribute of over 10,000, compared to all Venerable-level BOSSes, is also an extremely terrifying existence.

And strictly speaking, it is a Half-Saint, only one step away from advancing to Demon Saint.

What makes Su Ming most curious is the Sword Wound BUFF.

Perhaps... this is the very sword strike that the Sword Saint Wei Tianhai delivered on his deathbed.

Even after his death, the lingering sword Qi continues to suppress this Demon Monarch at every moment, doing its utmost for the human race.

"Is he... the BOSS..." Wan Wu clenched his fists, staring tensely at the figure suspended high above.

A B-rank dungeon is already one of the most difficult dungeon levels.

The only things harder than this dungeon are A-rank dungeons and S-rank dungeons.

It must be said, the pressure emanating from this Demon Monarch is truly formidable and peerless, enough to make one's scalp tingle.

"Master, you must be careful," he said, looking toward Su Ming.

Zi Tuo hung high in the firmament.

A hint of indifference flickered in his gaze; he did not regard the group as anything at all.

He was too strong...

As a BOSS, his attributes were far higher than those of the elite Xiang Wuhui, who was also a Half-Saint.

He lowered his head to look down at Xiang Wuhui, as if observing an ant.

"For these past hundred years, it has been you alone guarding and reinforcing the restrictions of the Demon-Suppressing Tower, hasn't it?"

He stared at Xiang Wuhui, purple energy surging in his eyes.

"Unfortunately, paper cannot wrap up fire."

"The human race is weak; this world should have been renewed long ago."

"Rest assured, I will not slaughter the human race; instead, I will leave behind millions upon millions of mortals, letting them become the labor force and slaves of my demon race."

His tone was calm as he recounted his plan.

The next instant, he spread his arms.

Boom, boom, boom!!!

Infinite demonic energy escaped from his body, transforming into fist shadows of immense pressure that smashed against the Demon-Suppressing Tower.

The talisman papers outside the Demon-Suppressing Tower flickered, weaving a barrier of golden radiance to resist his onslaught.

But soon, the barrier shattered, and the cracks in the Demon-Suppressing Tower grew ever larger.

One, three, seven.

Ten!

In the end, countless demon beasts, Demon Ancestors, and Demon Monarchs suppressed through the ages all flew out from those cracks!

Among them, the weakest possessed the combat power of a Fourth or Fifth Turn, while the strongest held the combat power of a Venerable.

With so many Demon Ancestors emerging, the pressure was truly terrifying, causing even Su Ming to feel a palpitation of the heart.

It is too difficult to kill a Demon Monarch, so the Sword Saints of each generation could only seal them within the tower.

By now, over a hundred generations of Demon Monarchs have been sealed inside the Demon-Suppressing Tower, and there are thousands of Demon Ancestors.

Those ancient Demon Kings each possess their own secret techniques, and some even held the cultivation of a Demon Saint previously.

Thus, they were able to retain a final shred of consciousness and cultivation while being refined in the Demon-Suppressing Tower without dying.

Those powerful demonic existences have now all become Demon Ancestors; although their realms are not as high as Zi Tuo, who was refined most recently, their cultivation methods are extremely sinister, and their demonic arts are very troublesome.

Every generation of Demon Monarch is the strongest existence of the demon race, possessing high status and immense bloodline power.

They are extremely difficult to kill, even for a Sword Saint.

For every generation of Sword Saint, finding the contemporary Demon Monarch was already difficult enough.

To kill a Demon Monarch was almost impossible; only a very small number of Sword Saints had ever succeeded.

Demon Monarchs are too hard to kill!

Being able to defeat them and seal them in the tower to be gradually refined was already a feat among feats.

But this method of sealing the demon race has now become a ticking time bomb.

Today, all the demon races sealed through the ages have poured out in full force.

This is absolutely the most terrifying catastrophe the human race has ever faced!

The heavens and earth wept, hundreds of demons ran rampant, and the entire Shushan had become a demon mountain, with purple fire erupting and demonic energy flowing everywhere.

Mountain peaks collapsed, gatehouses crumbled, and broken walls and ruins were everywhere.

Xiang Wuhui looked at this scene, holding his wooden sword, a wine gourd in his other hand; there was not a shred of fear in his eyes...

Instead, there was only absolute calm.

Because he had long known this day would come.

He had already prepared himself to die.

Dying for the human race—his hundred years of lonely guarding could be considered to have a perfect ending.

He turned his head to look at Su Ming and said indifferently.

"Kid, take your friends and leave Shushan."

"This old man... is going to start killing."

Hearing this, Su Ming's gaze sharpened.

As expected, the senior had always been prepared to sacrifice himself, staying here alone to suppress and kill the Demon Ancestors, killing as many as he could.

He wanted to turn his own body into a barrier, isolating these heavens full of demons from the human world!

The purpose of him teaching Su Ming sword techniques from the start was to have him leave this place and spread the sword techniques throughout the human race, giving them a future.

From the very beginning, he never intended for Su Ming to join the battle!

Su Ming naturally disagreed.

"Impossible."

He raised his hand in a grasp, and all the flying swords in his sword case floated beside him, swirling and rotating.

It was a clear intent to join the battle.

"I learned your sword, so I must kill demons here," Su Ming said sternly.

This was the first time he had defied the old Sword Venerable.

Xiang Wuhui shook his head and gave a cold laugh.

"Stubborn brat, it's the same if I use force!"

"Learning the Heart Sword at twenty, with even more talent than Li Xuan—how could I let you be buried here!" His eyes flashed with sharp light as he whispered.

With that, he raised his hand to urge his sword, swinging it horizontally!

Whoosh!

A simple, unadorned sword Qi shattered the space of this world, tearing a massive gash directly through it!!

Breaking the void with martial arts!

This meant he was already a cultivator possessing the peak combat power of this world!

Immediately, Xiang Wuhui joined his fingers into a sword gesture and tapped out lightly.

Everyone felt a sword intent as sharp as an autumn wind blow past, intending to blow them into that spatial rift and away from this place!

"Oh no! Is Senior Xiang trying to send us away?" Jiang Yunqing's eyes trembled.

"He wants to sacrifice himself, staying here alone to suppress and kill the Demon Monarch!?" Ni Shuang looked at Xiang Wuhui, an endless sense of respect welling up in her heart.

To die for the human race.

The old senior... is worthy of the title of Sword Venerable.

"Although the senior is strong, his strength is likely vastly different from the world BOSS," Ji Yao said, biting her lip, unable to bear it.

The old senior's free-spirited personality made her feel close to him; how could she flee in fear and watch him go to his death alone?

Besides, she and Su Ming came here originally to kill the BOSS and obtain rewards!

Wan Wu also clenched his fists, unwilling to accept this outcome.

Having absorbed so many human memories, he had begun to empathize with human emotions.

At this moment, Su Ming's expression was calm, a clear sword intent flashing in his eyes!

The next instant.

Crack!

The sound of space shattering into pieces rang out.

A thick, giant sword of moonlight shattered space, crossing the boundary from a very distant place!