Chapter 962

Now that he had mastered the 【Heart·Sword Control】 skill, he was already capable of controlling swords across realms!

As long as it was a sword-type weapon bound to him, and his strength was sufficient to tear through the space of that world, he could summon and wield it across realms.

Golden light shone brilliantly in Su Ming's eyes as he gripped the giant sword in the air and struck down with a earth-shaking blow!

This time, he activated 【Origin Sword Body】!

The power of all sword techniques increased by 60 times!

This was sixty times stronger than when he had learned swordsmanship while sparring with Xiang Wuhui!

The giant sword slammed violently into that spatial rift, shattering the crack into nothingness with a single strike, causing it to be swallowed by space and dissipate in mid-air.

Xiang Wuhui's eyes showed a hint of surprise as he turned to stare at Su Ming.

The spatial rifts slashed out by a true Sword Saint were extremely sturdy and difficult to break.

But he was only a Half-Saint, so the spatial rifts he created were not tough; with the slightest external force, the cracks would be absorbed by the surrounding space and dissipate.

Yet even so, the fact that Su Ming could shatter a spatial rift he had created at such an age was enough to shock him.

"Kid, have you been hiding your strength?"

Xiang Wuhui asked with a cold gaze and a frown.

"That's right."

"This junior has mastered the Heart Sword, and my sword Dao strength has greatly improved."

Su Ming smiled confidently.

"It is already a delusion to think you can make me leave today."

"We must stay here and slaughter the demon race!"

"Senior Wine Sword Venerable, let us assist you in fighting through the nine heavens!"

Su Ming's gaze was sharp.

With that said, flying swords filled the sky, shooting upward to attack the demon race that was continuously flying out of the Demon-Suppressing Tower.

Many demons had been refined by the Demon-Suppressing Tower for thousands of years, and their strength had long since been mostly worn away, so Su Ming was qualified to be their opponent.

Not to mention ordinary demon monsters, Su Ming could even fight a Demon Ancestor.

He alone could take on several Demon Ancestors simultaneously!

Yan Ze also made his move, a rain of arrows swirling through the heavens, turning into a white-light phoenix vortex to kill the demons.

Little Ming turned into a black light and shot into the sky, slaughtering demons with its body; it was nearing its adult form and was now incredibly powerful.

Ji Yao, Ni Shuang, Wan Wu, Jiang Yunqing, and the others also began to attack the demon race with all their might!

Although they were not sword cultivators and their skills did not counter the demon race, they were job-changers!

This meant they possessed many skills the demon race had never heard of, with great momentum and immense power.

Seeing this scene, surprise emerged in Xiang Wuhui's eyes.

But soon, that astonishment was cast to the back of his mind.

"Hehe... it seems this old man still cannot learn from my senior brother."

He chuckled and drained the wine in his hand in one gulp.

"Then today, this old man shall accompany you juniors in a hearty battle!"

He entered a drunken state, his wooden sword trembling violently before transforming into thousands of flying sword phantoms, descending upon the firmament like rain.

He stepped on a sword and flew into the sky, heading straight to kill the contemporary Demon Monarch, Zi Tuo!

Hundreds of sword Qi swirled around him, his figure turning into a blur; his sharpness was transcendent, and his moves had reached the pinnacle.

He even had the capacity to send out hundreds of long swords to help Su Ming and the others attack the surrounding demons.

Zi Tuo was expressionless, his gaze indifferent.

"Wine Sword Venerable."

"Back then, even the Sword Saint Wei Tianhai couldn't take me down and could only tear open space before his death to send you away."

"Now, you actually dare to take the initiative to come and die."

"Are all Shushan disciples this ridiculous?" He revealed a terrifying look and then threw a punch!

Purple Qi swirled behind him, his demonic power already thick and solid, turning into mist that manifested as a phantom along with him as he struck.

The two clashed, and Xiang Wuhui flew backward for a hundred meters, slamming heavily into a stone tablet, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Although their realms were the same, he was not a BOSS after all, and his attributes and skill power were far too inferior.

He stood up and coughed out a mouthful of blood, yet he did not forget to drink wine.

"Good drink, truly good drink." He smiled dashingly.

"I can't even feel a bit of pain; it really is good wine."

After speaking, he even let out a drunken hiccup.

Seeing this, Zi Tuo's eyes were full of disdain.

"Old madman."

"The high-spirited Wine Sword Venerable of the past has actually fallen to the point of using wine to drown his sorrows."

With that, he threw another punch.

Xiang Wuhui gripped his wooden sword, continuously activating his sword techniques to entangle and parry.

The injuries on his body were also becoming increasingly severe.

Su Ming condensed and forged countless soul-power flying swords, attacking the Demon Monarch!

The Demon Monarch gave a cold laugh and mocked.

"An ant trying to shake a tree!"

"Even Xiang Wuhui is not a match for this sovereign in a single exchange; you junior are merely throwing your life away..."

Having said that, he threw a punch at the curtain of blades Su Ming had condensed.

But the next instant, shock surged into his eyes.

Su Ming's swords were terrifyingly powerful, actually not much worse than Xiang Wuhui's!?

But even so, it was difficult to cause it heavy injury.

Its attributes were too high, with over ten thousand in Constitution, and its defense was extraordinary.

Crack, crack, crack, crack!!

Soul fragments flew as the Demon Monarch resisted the flying swords, using his fist shadows to shatter the soul blades Su Ming had condensed.

Su Ming's expression was icy as he looked around.

The sky was full of Demon Ancestors casting demonic arts, pursuing him relentlessly and attacking desperately, preventing him from using his full strength to attack the BOSS.

"Su Ming, clear out the Demon Ancestors first, otherwise we simply cannot fully confront the Demon Monarch head-on!" Xiang Wuhui said.

Su Ming nodded; he had the same intention.

Xiang Wuhui brandished his wooden sword and attacked the Demon Monarch again.

Suddenly, Xiang Wuhui's eyes sharpened.

He discovered that the demonic power within Zi Tuo was not pure and transparent; much of it was demonic power given to him by other demon beasts.

The old Sword Venerable had rich combat experience and was incredibly sharp.

He activated his sword-flight technique, turning into a stream of light, and instantly circled behind Zi Tuo.

Immediately, he saw... a sword wound.

An extremely deep, extremely terrifying sword wound.

The trace of that sword strike went from the first vertebra to the last, almost completely splitting his back open, leaving it a bloody mess.

The sword Qi from that strike had remained for a hundred years and had not dissipated even now.

"Haha!"

Shock flashed in Xiang Wuhui's eyes, and then he laughed loudly.

"I get it, I get it!"

Covered in blood, he was incredibly excited, cursing loudly, his unrefined voice spreading across the firmament.

Zi Tuo had been crazily slaughtering demons inside the Demon-Suppressing Tower to seize their demonic power; logically speaking, its realm should have been able to recover to Demon Saint.

Although the refining power of the Demon-Suppressing Tower was strong, its effectiveness was limited for a Demon Saint.

And after the Shushan disciples died, Xiang Wuhui's essence blood alone was not enough to accelerate the refining.

So Xiang Wuhui had actually long been prepared for a great battle with Zi Tuo, who would return to the Demon Saint realm.

However, after Zi Tuo emerged, it was still at the Half-Saint realm and had failed to break into Demon Saint!

Now Xiang Wuhui understood the reason. ===== CHAPTER 964 =====