but,
Having experienced a life-or-death battle before,
Xue Meng knew very well that the strength of a ninth-tier war god had its limits!
If a level 1000 monster were to risk everything to kill Xue Meng...
The best outcome would be for Xue Meng to break free of the chains of the laws, achieve a breakthrough on the spot, kill his opponent, and then ascend to the upper realm.
The worst-case scenario is that Xue Meng and the opponent trade one for one.
In any case
The human race will lose Xue Meng.
The strongest seed can be replaced, but the strongest adopted son is indispensable!
The human race cannot do without Xue Meng, just as the sheepfold cannot do without Xue Meng!
After Shura left, Xue Meng looked at the tree, unusually hesitant.
Since he knew he wouldn't die, Xue Meng didn't really care about the side effects of the Unlucky Tree.
Even the worst luck can't compare to the bad luck of Asura.
Getting close to Sun Li will bring misfortune.
Has Xue Meng ever been lucky enough to be near Shura?!
Since it's all going to be a disaster anyway, what's there to be afraid of?
In a sense, Xue Meng is already immune!
I'm numb.
but,
There was one thing Xue Meng couldn't let go of.
"Father, won't this thing interfere with my efforts to find the Supreme Abyss?"
Xue Meng himself had nothing to lose.
His main concern was that it would ruin the important task of finding Uncle Jiu and his own father!
"What's the harm in a mere sapling?"
Wuhen stood on the mountaintop and stretched.
"I'm not happy that I saved a sword today."
Xue Meng raised an eyebrow. Was another banquet about to begin?
The white-clad swordsman stood silently atop the mountain for several minutes.
It took a while.
Xue Meng looked at Lan Zhexian with some curiosity.
What's wrong with my second father? Why is he spacing out?
"alright."
Wuhen suddenly spoke, having comprehended a sword technique.
The moment Wuhen opened her mouth,
Sword slaves appeared around him and began recording Wuhen's words and actions.
In fact,
Every action Wuhen took and every sword strike he mastered was recorded by the Sword Slave.
"My son's fate has been fraught with hardship, and his loving father cannot bear it. In a moment of enlightenment, he gained a profound understanding of swordsmanship..."
The white-clad swordsman casually flicked his sword, and it landed in Xue Meng's eyes, and on Xue Meng himself.
"This sword will avert disaster."
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