Chapter 969

He turned around in an instant, his messy hair flying, staring fixedly at Liu Die'er.

Seeing her husband's terrifying expression, Liu Die'er retreated a step in fear.

Li Xuan raised a finger high, pointing it at Liu Die'er.

Sword Qi condensed at his fingertip, sharp and transcendent; a single strike pierced Liu Die'er's shoulder.

Purple demonic blood flowed, and Liu Die'er did not avoid or dodge.

"Xuan-lang... if you want to kill me, just do it."

Blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, but she had no regrets, only a satisfied smile.

Sword Qi surged in the eyes of Li Xuan's phantom; his finger shook slightly, but no more sword Qi shot out.

He lowered his head and pondered to himself.

He frowned tightly, endless contemplation flashing in his eyes.

It was as if he had some doubts: why couldn't his heart bring itself to act?

This feeling was as if he loved this woman deeply...

His gaze recovered a bit of clarity, and he spoke slowly.

"Die'er... you've come again."

His deep, pitch-black sword eyes were full of indifference.

"Go back; I don't want to see you," he said, standing with his hands behind his back, expressionless.

Hearing this, Liu Die'er suddenly stepped forward and cried.

"Xuan-lang, I haven't seen you for a hundred years!"

Hearing this, a sense of realization finally emerged in Li Xuan's eyes.

"Suppressed for too long... perhaps I have forgotten the concept of time," he muttered.

Liu Die'er looked at him with a heartache, wanting to reach out and touch him, but not daring to.

"Xuan-lang... what has happened to you? You only have your Nascent Soul left?"

Sorrow rose from her heart; her stunning appearance was pitiful to behold.

Yet Li Xuan... remained expressionless.

"So what if I am."

He was human.

Therefore, he did not have the demon race's self-healing ability; in this high tower, he could be refined in just a few years.

And the injuries he suffered from being pierced by a hundred swords back then were also extremely deep; naturally, it was difficult for him to survive.

If he had activated his cultivation technique to resist and prolong his life, perhaps he could have lived for a few more decades.

But he had clearly already given up on life.

His Nascent Soul remnant soul was already incredibly illusory, showing that he was about to vanish from the human world.

Liu Die'er looked at him affectionately.

She had never thought that when they met again, they would be separated by life and death.

Li Xuan saw her sorrowful gaze, but his expression remained calm.

"Your lifespan is a hundred, a thousand years," he said.

"And even if I cultivate to the Nascent Soul, I can live at most two or three hundred years."

"Humans and demons are on different paths; perhaps the Sect Master was not wrong back then..."

His words struck Liu Die'er like a thunderbolt.

She had not expected that the Xuan-lang of back then would say such heartless words.

Not seen for a hundred years, the two were now like people from different worlds.

Su Ming watched the husband and wife, their reunion so unpleasant, and secretly felt his plan was going to fall through.

So he stepped forward, looked at Li Xuan, and cupped his hands.

"Senior Li Xuan, I brought her here because I have a request."

"The Demon Monarch has already returned to the human world; I ask that you take action."

"This is also to avenge your Sword Saint master and the countless Shushan disciples who died."

Su Ming's gaze was solemn as he said in a low voice.

Hearing this, Li Xuan turned his back.

"Revenge?"

"Revenge... cannot bring the dead back to life."

"Forgetting... cannot make the pain of the past cease to exist."

"All these things in the human world are truly uninteresting."

He only had his Nascent Soul remnant soul, but his aura was truly transcendent.

Li Xuan was heartless, as if he already viewed all races in heaven and earth as soulless objects, like a bystander watching the collapse of heaven and earth with folded arms.

Liu Die'er looked at Su Ming's complex expression and felt a sense of apology in her heart.

She knew that this little sword cultivator brought her here in the hope that Xuan-lang could take action to help suppress the Demon Monarch and save the common people of the world.

However, she had failed to persuade him.

The little sword cultivator had slaughtered his way in here with her, only to return empty-handed and risk his life in vain.

She did not want anyone to be hurt or let down because of her again.

So she bit her red lip and told Li Xuan one thing in pain.

"Xuan-lang, listen to the little cultivator and take action!"

"Our daughter, Yin-yin... she has already been killed by my father."

"Even if you don't avenge your master, do it for her..."

As she spoke, tears flowed.

This matter was something she had originally intended to bury for a lifetime.

Hearing this, Su Ming's eyes narrowed slightly.

This Liu Die'er... she really went all out and helped him a great deal. ===== CHAPTER 971 =====