Chapter 984

"Today is the day Shushan and the human race perish!"

The Demon Monarch chanted loudly.

He spread his arms, wanting to completely end this battle.

Countless demonic power gathered majestically behind him, transforming into a layer of mist that covered the sky and sun, pressing down to swallow everyone.

"Hmph, I never thought I would be able to destroy Shushan a second time," the Demon Monarch said with an expressionless, indifferent face.

"Perish."

The demonic mist condensed and fell, wanting to melt everyone within it.

Xiang Wuhui looked up, watching this scene, the wild and uninhibited look in his eyes actually dissipated slightly.

In his aged eyes, a hint of indescribable indifference emerged.

He looked around at Ni Shuang, Yan Ze, Jiang Yunqing, Ji Yao, and others.

They were all friends of that brat.

Yet because of his own wrong decision, they were now going to be buried here with him...

Thinking of this, two words appeared in Xiang Wuhui's heart.

Regret.

He regretted... not having been persuaded by that brat.

He should have always relied on his own heart, stood firm in his own ideas, suppressed and killed the demon race alone, sealed Shushan, and not let these young people get involved.

He regretted...

Not having taught Su Ming sword techniques, allowing him to have cultivation success, daring to stay here to fight the Demon Monarch, and ultimately dying in vain.

He regretted even more that a hundred years ago, he did not advise his senior brother, ultimately leading to Li Xuan and Liu Die'er being forced into a desperate situation, slaughtering countless disciples, and attracting the Demon Monarch!

In his view, those bullshit etiquette and ancient methods inherited from Shushan were all tools to constrain the human heart and were of no use at all!

Senior brother Wei Tianhai, however, viewed them as truth...

But at that time, Xiang Wuhui did not speak up and chose silence.

He had had the opportunity to prevent all the disasters that were brewed.

But every time, he made the wrong decision.

The Wine Sword Sovereign, who had seen life and death, was already numb to his own death.

But these young people were the hope of the human race.

How could he watch them perish with him?

"I, Xiang Wuhui, have always been 'without regret'?"

He murmured to himself.

Wine Sword Sovereign drank a pot of top-grade Daughter's Red, feeling the wine fragrance flowing into his limbs and bones, and a faint light emerged in his eyes.

It was as if the shackles of his sword realm had shattered somewhat.

The Demon Monarch heard this sentence, and a hint of laughter emerged in his eyes.

"Xiang Wuhui, are you begging for mercy?" He gave an indifferent smile, but the killing move in his hand did not restrain itself; instead, it pressed down even more rapidly!

The world-shaking pressure fell from the sky, causing the world to tremble.

Xiang Wuhui was expressionless and remained silent.

People who seem carefree are actually the least carefree.

At this instant, in his eyes, he recalled a girl.

He, too, had once had a soulmate.

When Xiang Wuhui went down the mountain to slay demons and eliminate evil in his youth, he met a mortal girl who was a teacher.

The two fell in love at first sight.

But she contracted a strange illness and died of premature aging.

Shushan Daoist arts could heal her instantly, but that must never be used on mortals, otherwise, it would destroy the barrier between the cultivator world and mortals.

So, Xiang Wuhui did not take action and just watched her die like that.

Even until she died, he had never expressed his feelings.

At that time, Xiang Wuhui was only eighteen or nineteen years old; although he understood clearly that Shushan etiquette was all bullshit, he chose to comply.

Because he was seeking the Dao with all his heart at that time, wanting only to explore the essence of the Sword Dao.

Once he deviated from Shushan laws, Shushan would expel him from the sect, and he would never have the chance to practice the sword again.

So, between love and the sword, he chose the sword, without hesitation.

Regarding this matter, he regretted it.

Regret!

Endless regret! ===== CHAPTER 986 =====