Chapter 935

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

He gazed at the firmament, his voice calm.

He had lightly concluded his own sacrifice without any excitement.

This was truly putting life and death aside.

He had no intention of teaching sword arts at all, nor did he intend to let Su Ming stay here.

Xiang Wuhui's attitude was very firm.

But Su Ming was not in despair.

He saw the corners of his mouth curl up slightly, smiled faintly, and said.

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

Once these words were spoken, Xiang Wuhui's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Hmm?"

"Kid." He looked at Su Ming abruptly, his expression showing a hint of fluctuation.

"Listening to you say that, does it mean that the great formation must be opened by a sword cultivator?"

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

He had never gone to check that formation because his senior brother hadn't told him the location of the formation, fearing he would destroy it.

Xiang Wuhui had always wanted to sacrifice himself to perish with those demonic beasts and did not want future generations of outside cultivators to come in and die.

Therefore, Sword Saint Wei Tianhai had set up that formation with extremely secretive methods and had not told Xiang Wuhui the exact location.

Su Ming nodded solemnly.

"That's right."

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