Chapter 481

The Wine Sword Venerable immediately raised his sword to block.

But in the end, he was a step too slow.

Even if Xiang Wuhei's agility was high, in a distracted state, it was impossible to strike first after being struck.

So his sword Qi only had time to cut open a small half of the demonic power fist force.

The rest landed solidly on his chest.

Pfft!

Xiang Wuhei's chest and the robe on his back were instantly shattered into a large hole, turned into fly ash by the penetrating fist force.

The old sword venerable immediately flew backward, crashing heavily to the ground, his body rubbing a long, narrow gully into the ground, and the stone bricks were flipped away.

No matter how strong the physique of a Nascent Soul realm cultivator was, it was difficult to resist the full-force strike of a Demon Monarch.

Xiang Wuhei coughed up a large mouthful of blood, feeling that his internal organs had been shaken to pieces, and even the technique to circulate spiritual energy was difficult to activate.

His whole body's meridians were blocked, clogged by stagnant blood and bone fragments.

Crack!

The wooden sword in his hand also snapped, failing to resist the Demon Monarch's fist force.

The Wine Sword Venerable's chest was bloody and mangled; he stood up with one arm, gripping the wooden sword, staring fixedly at the Demon Monarch in the sky.

"Good punch!" He was defeated, but his eyes only held more condensed fighting intent as he roared loudly.

"Cough, cough... truly a good beast of the demon race."

The Demon Monarch looked down at him from above with a faint smile.

"Xiang Wuhei, you have lost."

When Zituo said this, there was a hint of the pleasure of revenge in his eyes.

This hatred was actually not directed at Xiang Wuhei.

But directed at Wei Tianhai!

Back then, Wei Tianhai's final sword strike before death caused serious injury to Zituo, and even caused his spirit to have a shadow of sword cultivators for a period of time.

As a generation of Demon Monarchs who dominated the world, how could he accept such embarrassment?

So he had always wanted to defeat a powerful sword cultivator head-on to prove his strength again and wash away his inner demons!

And now, he had finally done it!

"Senior, hold on!" Jiang Yunqing stepped forward, coming behind Xiang Wuhei.

She absorbed the soul power contained in the corpses everywhere, activating her newly learned healing skill, wanting to heal the old senior's injuries.

But unfortunately, the injuries were too heavy, and the effect was minimal for a time.

Countless demon ancestors were also attacking Ni Shuang, Yan Ze, Ji Yao, Wan Wu, and others with all their might.

Everyone was seriously injured.

Ni Shuang danced in the ice and snow, guiding the sky full of ice and snow she had activated to flow into everyone's wounds, temporarily freezing the blood to prevent massive bleeding and ensure combat capability.

But this was only a stopgap measure.

If there was no turning point, if things continued like this, everyone would die!

The Black Feather Underworld Bird, Xiao Ming, was circling high in the sky, using its beak to pierce and kill the demon race, turning itself into a sharp arrow.

But there were too many demons, like clouds and mist, endless to kill; even piercing their heads didn't necessarily mean they would die.

The sky full of demons stared at this scene and let out strange, cold laughs.

"Humans, die, die, die!" The demons made chilling sounds.

"Demon race all-out attack, you have no way to turn the tide!"

"Today is the day the Shushan and the human race perish!"

The Demon Monarch chanted loudly.

He spread his arms, wanting to completely end this battle.

Countless demonic power gathered majestically behind him, turning into a layer of mist that covered the sky and blocked the sun, pressing down to swallow everyone.

"Hmph, I never thought I would be able to destroy Shushan a second time." The Demon Monarch said indifferently, expressionless.

"Perish."

The demonic mist solidified and fell, wanting to melt everyone within it.

Xiang Wuhei looked up at this scene, and the wild, uninhibited look in his eyes actually dissipated a little.

In his old eyes, a hint of indescribable indifference emerged.

He looked around at Ni Shuang, Yan Ze, Jiang Yunqing, Ji Yao, and others.

They were all friends of that kid.

Yet because of his wrong decision, they were now going to be buried here with him...

Thinking of this, two words appeared in Xiang Wuhei's heart.

Regret.

He regretted... not having been persuaded by that kid.

He should have always followed his own heart, stuck to his own ideas, suppressed and killed the demon race alone, sealed Shushan, and not let these young people get involved.

He regretted...

He shouldn't have taught Su Ming sword techniques, allowing him to achieve cultivation and dare to stay here to fight the Demon Monarch, ultimately dying in vain.

He regretted even more that a hundred years ago, he didn't advise his senior brother, ultimately leading to Li Xuan and Liu Die'er being forced into a desperate situation, slaughtering countless disciples, and attracting the Demon Monarch!

In his view, those ancestral Shushan rules and ancient methods were all tools to constrain people's hearts, and they were useless!

His senior brother, Wei Tianhai, regarded them as truth...

But at that time, Xiang Wuhei didn't speak up and chose silence.

He had had the opportunity to prevent all the great disasters that had been brewed.

But every time, he made the wrong decision.

The Wine Sword Venerable, who had seen life and death, was already numb to his own death.

But these young people were the hope of the human race.

How could he watch them perish with him?

"I, Xiang Wuhei, have always been without regret?"

He murmured to himself.

The Wine Sword Venerable drank a pot of top-grade Daughter Red, feeling the wine fragrance flowing into his limbs and bones, and a glimmer of light emerged in his eyes.

It seemed that the shackles of the sword realm had shattered somewhat.

Hearing this, the Demon Monarch's eyes showed a hint of laughter.

"Xiang Wuhei, are you begging for mercy?" He smiled indifferently, but his killing move did not restrain, instead pressing down even more rapidly!

The world-dominating pressure fell, causing the world to tremble.

Xiang Wuhei was expressionless and remained silent.

People who appear carefree are actually the least carefree.

At this moment, in his eyes, he recalled a girl.

Back then, he also had a confidante.

When Xiang Wuhei went down the mountain to slay demons and eliminate evil in his youth, he met a mortal girl who was a teacher.

The two fell in love at first sight.

But she contracted a strange disease and died prematurely.

Shushan Daoist methods could cure it instantly, but they must never be used on mortals; otherwise, it would destroy the barrier between the cultivator world and mortals.

So, Xiang Wuhei did not take action and just watched her die.

Even until she died, he had never expressed his feelings.

At that time, Xiang Wuhei was only eighteen or nineteen years old; although he understood that Shushan etiquette was all bullshit, he chose to comply.

Because he was seeking the Dao with all his heart at that time, only wanting to explore the essence of the sword path.

Once he deviated from the Shushan laws, Shushan would expel him from the sect, and he would never have the chance to practice the sword again.

So, between love and the sword, he chose the sword without hesitation.

Regarding this matter, he regretted it.

Regret!

Endless regret!