Chapter 939

"The Shushan Sword Sect, as the strongest sect hidden in this dungeon world, should also have extremely powerful techniques left behind."

"Your decision is very good," Wan Wu said.

"Wan Wu, you stay here and guard the high tower; we will go search for techniques," Yan Ze nodded, his expression serious.

"Your profession is Light Dark Guard, right? If there are suitable techniques, I will bring them back for you," Ji Yao said.

Wan Wu nodded.

"Then many thanks."

Immediately, the group vanished into the black mist.

Only Wan Wu and Xiao Ming remained, standing alone before the high tower.

Xiao Ming suddenly flapped its wings and rose, wanting to follow Su Ming.

Wan Wu hurriedly stretched out a hand to stop it.

"Xiao Ming, let the master and that old Sword Venerable cultivate; it's best we don't go and disturb them."

Wan Wu said.

In Xiao Ming's eyes, dark blue light flickered, very peculiar.

Its eyes were agile, as if it were thinking like a human; finally, it obediently flew back into Wan Wu's hand.

Afterward, Wan Wu stared at the distant sky, a hint of worry emerging in his eyes.

He opened his personal information bar and began to check information regarding the Wan Wu Group.

Because during the last guild battle, the Evil Law Sword Venerable Zhuo Mo had escaped.

So Wan Wu also began to worry whether his inheritance would be gradually eroded.

But looking now, there was no need to worry at all; his inheritance was still there.

After all, the Wan Wu Group was very large, and there were rule-locks everywhere; it wasn't so easy to play tricks in the dark.

Last time, Gan Xiushou and Zhuo Mo had actually used a scheme to trick Wan Wu into signing a property transfer contract; it was his own stupidity that led to him being fooled.

But this time, he wouldn't be fooled again, so the inheritance would be difficult to transfer.

Now that Gan Xiushou was dead, although Zhuo Mo also held a large amount of shares, he had no allies.

Therefore, he could no longer compete with Wan Wu, the heir.

After this dungeon trip ended, Wan Wu would have to consider using his assets to outfit the master and the master's friends with a full set of top-tier equipment!

At this moment, the abandoned Shushan martial arts arena.

Su Ming stood alone, facing Xiang Wuhui.

Spiritual energy overflowed here, and demonic wind swept through, blowing Su Ming's clothes wildly.

Xiang Wuhui stood with his hands behind his back, his messy hair with slightly white temples fluttering in the wind.

"If a junior who knew nothing about the sword had come up the mountain, I wouldn't have had time to teach much sword art before the Demon-Suppressing Tower collapsed."

"But... the one who came is you, a peerless genius of sword cultivation; it can be said that heaven has not abandoned my human race."

"Since that is the case, this old man will teach you everything I know."

Sword light emerged in his eyes, and his voice was sharp.

"Before I die, as much as I can teach you, that much of the Shushan Sword Sect's sword arts can be passed on."

Xiang Wuhui stared at Su Ming and said earnestly.

"In this way."

"After I die, more and more sword cultivators can appear in the human world to check and balance the demon race; that will be enough!"

Su Ming nodded, brilliance emerging in his eyes.

"This junior will definitely do his best to study hard!"

Xiang Wuhui took out the wooden sword from behind his back and said sternly.

"Draw your sword and attack me."

He said.

Su Ming nodded, immediately drew his sword, and attacked with all his might!

He fought by controlling his swords, with flying swords swirling around his body, as if they were extensions of his arms!

The Blood-Fallen Sword, Golden Scale Heavenly Spirit Sword, Extreme Yang Death-Scar Broken Sword, and Shadow Poison Monarch Sword danced beside him.

Terrifying sword light flickered, filling the heavens.

As a level 66 Venerable, Su Ming's current strength was not to be underestimated.

With a wave of his hand, sword Qi flowed like a mountain-shattering and stone-crushing force.

Seeing this scene, Xiang Wuhui was somewhat shocked.

He hadn't expected that such a little brat under twenty years old would have such sword-cultivation talent.

At such a young age, he could execute such sword arts.

The most terrifying thing was... he was not a disciple of the Shushan Sword Sect, but self-taught!

This was too unbelievable.

Xiang Wuhui was shocked in his heart, but on the surface, he remained unmoved.

Because he was afraid of making this kid too proud.

So he remained calm and struck directly!

A plain, broken old wooden sword seemed like a peerless divine blade in his hand.

Just by lifting his hand and waving it gently, he could shatter Su Ming's sword Qi.

Every time he swung his sword, it carried hundreds of streams of sword Qi, diffusing into mid-air.

Even though Su Ming had more sword blades than him, he could easily dismantle them.

And on this basis, he could still spare a hand to attack Su Ming!