Chapter 482

In Xiang Wuhei's eyes, coldness emerged; that was self-reproach.

It could even be said that he was not as good as that kid Li Xuan!

Li Xuan at least could decisively give up his sword path cultivation just to be with Liu Die'er!

How dashing, how wild that was!

But...

Regret is regret.

If he had to do it again, he would still make the same choice.

Because the world is heartless.

There must always be someone to be the one to shoulder the burden so that the common people in the mortal world can have less sorrow and suffering.

Is he in pain, regretful, and suffering?

Naturally, he is in pain, regretful, and suffering!

But someone must bear it.

What can regret do?!

At this moment, Xiang Wuhei more or less understood his senior brother's persistence.

All of this can be summed up in two words: responsibility.

When the life and death of the common people are in your hands, you have to give up some things.

A person's pain, compared to the pain of the common people in the world, seems insignificant.

But this does not mean that Xiang Wuhei wants to become as stubborn as his senior brother.

He had decided to walk a new path for Shushan, for the human race, and for sword cultivators.

Xiang Wuhei's gaze was clear; he raised his sword with one arm, pointing to the nine heavens.

"I said... I regret it!"

The broken wooden sword in his hand trembled sternly.

Immediately, terrifying sword Qi turned into a phoenix current and swept over, like a curtain dancing wildly in the nine heavens!

The sword Qi swept across the firmament, covering the universe.

She looked up sharply at the group.

His state of mind became transparent instantly, transcending the Venerable realm.

He had actually... entered the Saint realm!

Unlike job-changers, every time a cultivator in this world improves their cultivation, they can increase their lifespan significantly.

Once in the Saint realm, one can easily live for several hundred years.

And their leveling up does not require experience points, but can rely on "enlightenment."

After the realm improved, his lifespan was nourished. Xiang Wuhei's appearance also became younger.

His white hair turned black, and he became a middle-aged Sword Saint.

Boom!

The next instant, Wine Sword Saint Xiang Wuhei, holding a broken wooden sword, slanted down and killed his way into the sky!

He looked up and drank a mouthful of strong wine, brilliance flashing in his eyes!

He opened his mouth and chanted long, his voice like a great bell:

Madness is the chaotic path, crazy like a fool, wielding the sword for ten thousand miles, a carefree immortal.

Wandering among the stars and playing with the constellations, lying on the clouds, forgetting the sword scriptures hundreds of times.

Ten thousand demons rise to the mortal world? I see it as nothing but nonsense!

Drinking the wine of no regret, dancing with a long sword to slash the heavens!

His dust-covered ancient robe turned into the shadow of sword Qi remnants, stretching across as he went.

He only had one arm left, his serious injuries had not healed, and he looked covered in blood, yet he was extremely dashing.

At this moment, his combat power was already several times more terrifying than his previous peak period!

Understanding the insignificance of oneself, shouldering the great responsibility of the world, abandoning the small self to protect the human race, that is the human Sword Saint!

Only by understanding this path can one break into the Sword Saint realm in this world.

This sword strike was peerless in power, truly shattering space and arriving in an instant.

This sword strike turned into a thousand swords, ten thousand swords, the brilliance dazzling.

The sky full of demonic mist controlled by the Demon Monarch was cut and swallowed by the infinite sword light, instantly dissipating into nothingness and annihilation.

Pfft!

This sword strike landed directly on the Demon Monarch's chest.

This sudden sword strike was truly beyond expectation.

The Demon Monarch didn't have time to react and was actually forced back three steps, a wisp of purple demonic blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, a hideous sword mark on his chest.

In his eyes, a hint of astonishment emerged.

"You... have entered the Saint realm!?"

Zituo rarely showed such an uncomposed expression.

Because he was the Demon Monarch, and what he represented was not himself, but the majesty of the entire demon race.

Facing the Demon Monarch's shock, Xiang Wuhei grinned.

"That kid gave me such good wine, how could I let him down?"

Even after entering the Saint realm, he was still indifferent.

Xiang Wuhei stood in the air, the pressure of a Saint realm elite released without any concealment.

At this moment, he could barely hold his own 40-60 against the Demon Monarch Zituo!

If not for his serious injuries, 50-50 would have been possible!

The gap between a seventh-turn True Saint and a Semi-Saint was truly too large, even enough to balance the attribute gap between an elite and a BOSS!

However, Xiang Wuhei wanting to easily defeat the Demon Monarch alone was probably still impossible.

Demon Monarch Zituo, after all, was a BOSS; although he was only at the Semi-Saint level, his power was still very strong.

Xiang Wuhei looked at the ruins of the Demon-Suppressing Tower.

He felt that inside the Demon-Suppressing Tower, there was still the aura of a young sword cultivator, as if in the midday sun!

After entering the Saint realm, he was finally able to feel Su Ming's aura under the interference of the endless refining power.

That kid was not dead yet!

He was shattering the ruins and rushing out!

Ji Yao, Yan Ze, Ni Shuang, and others all had trembling eyes.

"The senior... has entered the Saint realm!?"

Ji Yao was shocked beyond compare, murmuring.

"This can't be possible..." Wan Wu's gaze was dazed, saying blankly.

"This dungeon world is only B-level, and even the BOSS can only be stuck at the Semi-Saint realm."

"Any unit with strength above seventh-turn can only appear in history; otherwise, this should be an A-level dungeon, not just B-level."

Even the steady Yan Ze was a bit surprised.

He pondered for a moment and said in a low voice.

"Perhaps, it is because Su Ming completed some hidden condition of this dungeon that such a level of elite appeared to help us fight."

"This counts as a plot that greatly reduces the difficulty, but the conditions to achieve it must be very difficult; how did Su Ming do it?"

His guess was not wrong; it was precisely because Su Ming gave Xiang Wuhei the precious wine, top-grade Daughter Red, that solved his inner knot, allowing the old sword venerable to successfully ascend to the Saint realm.

If not for that wine, he would have died here at the realm of the Wine Sword Venerable.

"Sword Saint!?"

The countless demon ancestors circling in the world let out shocked roars.

"Another human Sword Saint!?"

"How is this possible!!"

"No!!"

They were unwilling to believe this fact, or rather, dared not believe it.

Back then, it was the human Sword Saint who forced them into the Demon-Suppressing Tower; that powerful sword path might was always engraved in their hearts!