A Calamity-Bringing Woman Walks Out of Crossroads Corner, Yet Brims with Sky-Filling Sword Osmanthus Fragrance!

"Roar..."

Watching his demon-qi-wreathed nemesis leave in a frenzy, Gou Wuyue's gaze flickered as he pondered something unknown.

As though his strength had been drained, he leaned on his sword to support himself. At last, unable to hold on any longer, he could only collapse cross-legged onto the ground.

The bearing of the Moonless Sword Immortal from years past was long gone.

Gou Wuyue was no longer clad in flowing blue robes, with a white band around his forehead and an otherworldly air.

Bloody bandages were wrapped all over his body. His wounds, having soaked in the Dead Sea for so long, throbbed with faint pain every moment of every day.

Every injury on his body had been inflicted by Saint Slave Wuxiu! Ancient sword cultivators were completely different from body cultivators. Their offense was high and their defense low; they did not possess such powerful recovery abilities.

Once their offense could not perfectly substitute for defense, wounds would cover their bodies.

And within the Dead Sea, deprived of spiritual essence, pills, and all other restorative means, ancient sword cultivators' physiques were basically no different from those of ordinary mortals.

Saint Slave Wuxiu had also been slashed full of sword wounds by Gou Wuyue, but whenever he went mad, his injuries would heal on their own.

Gou Wuyue could not.

In every battle lasting half a shichen, that madman would always seize an opportunity to leave another wound on him.

Over time, he had become a battered wreck, like an old man in the twilight of his life with a candle flame flickering in the wind. He no longer possessed the bearing of a sword immortal in the heavens.

"Ah..."

Thinking of how his old friend had once been thrown into the Forbidden Law Barrier just like him—

And how