Chapter 937

"Too sharp-edged!"

He stared fixedly at Su Ming, his eyes changing, his expression complex.

"Whether in pronunciation or writing, it is a name extremely suitable for a swordsman!"

"It sounds much better than my Xiang Wuhui!"

He laughed three times, his voice hoarse but heroic.

Afterward, his fingers trembled as he formed a seal, as if calculating something; the surrounding spiritual energy also followed his fingers, changing, rotating, and dancing.

Finally, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered into an extremely complex formation diagram, floating in mid-air, with tiny spiritual talismans rotating within it.

Su Ming, as well as Yan Ze, Ji Yao, and others behind him, saw this scene, their eyes stunned.

Half-Saint... worthy of being a Half-Saint.

A casual skill could possess such power.

Xiang Wuhui faced the formation diagram, took a steady look, and suddenly seemed to have a sudden realization, retracted his calculation method, and nodded.

"So that's how it is."

He grinned, making people feel very close to him.

This sword-cultivation Half-Saint had extraordinary strength, but he never had any airs.

"Kid, one can see many things from a person's name."

"After a calculation by this old man, I have already learned the sword-cultivation path most suitable for you."

"That is... Slaughter!"

Su Ming's heart shook.

This calculation was... a bit too accurate, wasn't it?

He was a God of Slaughter; it was almost calculated.

If Xiang Wuhui's cultivation were a bit deeper, would it be calculated that he was a visitor from outside the heavens and not a cultivator of this world?

The various methods of the Shushan Sword Sect were truly too profound, even having techniques to calculate heaven and earth.

Thinking of this, cold sweat broke out on Su Ming's forehead.

But on the surface, he remained calm and composed.

"Cough, your calculation is indeed not wrong; this junior has indeed fought his way out along the way."

"Resources in this world are limited; if not for this, I could not have risen from the bottom," Su Ming said seriously.

Xiang Wuhui nodded and smiled lightly.

"Heh, good."

"Sword cultivation is inherently the path that pays the most attention to slaughter; you are naturally suited to walk the path of slaughter, and adding your sword-cultivation talent..."

"Tsk tsk..."

"It's not impossible for your future achievements on the sword path to surpass my senior brother!" Endless expectation emerged in his eyes.

He retracted his smile and said seriously.

"Kid, this old man wants to teach you sword arts!"

Xiang Wuhui's personality was arbitrary; these words gave Su Ming no chance to refuse, which could be called tyrannical!

His statement was not a question, but an announcement.