Chapter 985

In Xiang Wuhui's eyes, coldness emerged; that was self-reproach.

It could even be said that he was not as good as that brat Li Xuan!

Li Xuan at least could decisively give up his Sword Dao cultivation just to be with Liu Die'er!

How carefree, how wild that was!

But...

Regret is regret.

If he had to do it again, he would still make the same choice.

Because the world is heartless.

There must always be someone to be the one to shoulder the burden so that the common people in the mortal world can have a little less sorrow.

Is he in pain, regretful, and suffering?

Naturally, he is in pain, regretful, and suffering!

But someone must bear it.

What can regret do?!

At this moment, Xiang Wuhui understood his senior brother's persistence to a greater or lesser extent.

All of this can be summed up in two words: responsibility.

When the life and death of the common people are in your hands, you have to give up some things.

One person's pain, compared to the pain of all the common people in the world, seems insignificant.

But this does not mean that Xiang Wuhui wants to become a stubborn person like his senior brother.

He had decided to walk a new path for Shushan, for the human race, and for sword cultivators.

Xiang Wuhui's gaze was clear; he raised his sword with one arm and pointed it toward the nine heavens.

"I said... I regret it!"

The broken wooden sword in his hand trembled sternly.

Immediately, terrifying sword Qi transformed into a phoenix flow and swept over, like a curtain dancing wildly in the nine heavens!

The sword Qi swept across the firmament, covering the universe.

Only by understanding one's own regret can one break and then stand; only then is it true "no regret"!

His state of mind became instantly transparent, transcending the Sovereign realm.

He had actually... entered the Saint realm!

Unlike job changers, every increase in cultivation for the cultivators of this world can increase a lot of lifespan.

Entering the Saint realm, one can easily live for several hundred years.

And their leveling up does not require experience points, but can rely on "enlightenment."

After the realm was raised, his lifespan was nourished. Xiang Wuhui's appearance also became young accordingly.

His white hair turned black, and he became a middle-aged Sword Saint.

Boom!

The next instant, Wine Sword Saint Xiang Wuhui, holding a broken wooden sword, slanted upward and killed his way into the sky!

He looked up and drank a mouthful of strong wine, brilliance flashing in his eyes!

He opened his mouth and chanted long, his voice like a great bell:

"Wild is the chaotic path, mad as a fool, riding the sword ten thousand miles, a carefree immortal."

"Roaming the stars, playing with the Dipper, lying on the clouds, forgetting the sword scriptures hundreds of times."

"Ten thousand demons rise to descend on the human world? I see it as nothing but nonsense!"

"Drinking deeply the wine of no regret, dancing drunkenly with a long sword to slash the heavens!"

His dust-covered ancient robe transformed into a shadow of sword Qi traces, following him as he spanned across.

He only had one arm left, his severe injuries on his body had not healed, and he looked covered in blood, yet he was extremely carefree.

At this moment, his combat power was already several times more terrifying than his previous peak period!

Understanding the insignificance of oneself, shouldering the great responsibility of heaven and earth, abandoning the small self to protect the human race—only then is one a Sword Saint of the mortal world!

Only by understanding this path can one break into the Sword Saint realm in this world.

This sword strike was peerless in power; it truly slashed through space and arrived in an instant.

This sword strike transformed into a thousand swords, ten thousand swords, the brilliance dazzling.

The sky full of demonic mist controlled by the Demon Monarch was cut to pieces and swallowed by the infinite sword light, instantly dissipating into nothingness and annihilation.

Pfft!

This sword strike slashed directly onto the Demon Monarch's chest.

This sudden sword strike was truly beyond expectation.

The Demon Monarch did not have time to react; he was actually slashed back three steps, a wisp of purple demonic blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, the sword mark on his chest hideous.

In his eyes, a hint of amazement emerged.

"You... have entered the Saint realm!?"

Zi Tuo rarely revealed such a discomposed expression.

Because he was the monarch of the demon race; what he represented was not himself, but the majesty of the entire demon race. ===== CHAPTER 987 =====