Chapter 936: The Way of Slaughter

"Senior, do you remember I said before that I came to explore the true essence of sword cultivation?" Su Ming said with a serious expression.

"This junior is not a cultivator who knows nothing about sword cultivation."

"I... am a sword cultivator, and I have already achieved some small success."

"This exploration of the true essence of sword arts is not about starting from zero, but about you offering some guidance based on my current foundation."

As he spoke, Su Ming revealed the Sea-Merging Sword Box behind him.

This sword box had the color of black jade, with ocean-like wave patterns on it, appearing extremely transparent, restrained, and of high quality.

Immediately, Su Ming joined his fingers into a sword gesture and shook violently.

The Golden Scale Heavenly Spirit Fish Sword, wrapped around the sword box on his back, swam through the air and landed in his hand.

He waved it gently, activating the 【Clear Sword Intent】 skill.

Under the blessing of Clear Sword Intent, Su Ming's sword intent was without impurities, very transparent and clear, leaving a straight mark on the ground.

Seeing this scene, Xiang Wuhui's eyes were stunned.

His hand holding the wine could not help but freeze.

He had originally thought that in a world where the demon race targeted sword cultivators, these intruding juniors couldn't possibly be sword cultivators, so he was too lazy to teach from scratch.

Moreover, those suitable for learning the sword were one in ten thousand; among this group of intruders, it was almost impossible to have good seedlings for learning the sword; the probability was too low.

Therefore, he didn't want to give Su Ming and his party a chance at all.

But Su Ming was actually a sword cultivator to begin with!

And this young man was such a talented sword cultivator.

Twenty years old, and already at the Venerable realm!!

This gave Xiang Wuhui hope.

Under the suppression of the demon race, the human race could still give birth to sword cultivators!

This meant that the vitality of the human race was tough to the extreme, even stronger than he had imagined.

This toughness had another nice name.

Hope.

This hope was grand; it was not the hope of one person or one sect, but the hope of the entire human race.

In his aged, turbid eyes, a glimmer of moving light actually emerged.

"Heh... hehe..." He laughed softly.

"Hahaha."

"Hahahahahaha!!"

The old Sword Venerable laughed wildly, his eyes turning red.

"Senior brother, you are even smarter than I thought!"

He couldn't help but roar at the sky.

"Under those circumstances, you actually still had time to be distracted and leave a talisman-mark restriction on the formation that required a sword cultivator to enter; you really didn't want to let me down."

"Hahaha!!" He laughed like a child, his expression somewhat crazy.

The old Sword Venerable didn't care about his image at all; his sect clothes were full of dust, and he was dressed like an old beggar.

Even his hair was messy.

In front of these juniors, he appeared unconventional, somewhat crazy, unrestrained, and a bit neurotic.

It showed how uninhibited his personality was.

Afterward, he retracted his smile, and his entire temperament changed completely.

He suddenly tilted his head and drank a large mouthful of wine, then sprayed it out.

Those wine mists actually transformed into countless streams of sword Qi, shooting over.

At the same time, he casually drew the wooden sword from his back and waved it gently.

Swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh!!

Countless sword Qi, invisible to the naked eye, spread and slashed out, vanishing in a flash.

All the sword-mark cages surrounding the group instantly collapsed and disintegrated; the sword Qi canceled each other out, turning into pure spiritual energy and dissipating into the world.

Seeing this maneuver, Yan Ze's eyes were stunned.

Jiang Yunqing also couldn't help but take a step back.

Being in close contact with that sword Qi was too terrifying, making her feel as if her mind was about to be sliced apart.

A Half-Saint-level old Sword Venerable, and an Elite of the dungeon at that, his strength was definitely far beyond that of Half-Saint experts among class-holders.

Facing such a high-level expert, anyone would feel fearful in their heart!

After Xiang Wuhui released the sword-mark cage, he stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes sweeping over the group.

"Kid, are there any other sword cultivators among these friends of yours?"

Su Ming shook his head.

"They are not sword-cultivation practitioners; only I am."

Xiang Wuhui nodded, his expression showing no disappointment.

Under this suppression by the demon race, being able to have one talented sword-cultivation youth come to this place, he was already satisfied.

"Kid, what is your name?" He stepped forward, arrived in front of Su Ming, and asked sternly.

Smelling the strong scent of alcohol on Senior Xiang, Su Ming didn't even frown.

Because the senior had been guarding here alone for a hundred years, just to protect the human race.

Such a swordsman was worthy of his respect.

"This junior is Su Ming," Su Ming said.

"Su Ming?"

Xiang Wuhui frowned slightly, closed his eyes, and paced back and forth.

As if he were carefully savoring the deep meaning within this name.

After a long time, he opened his eyes abruptly, and two beams of brilliance seemed to shoot straight into the firmament.

"Good!"

He clapped his hands in praise.

"Good name!"

"Too sharp..."

"Too dashing...