Dominating Martial King
Chapter 546 - 546 270 Overwhelming Seeking Subscriptions_2

546: Chapter 270: Overwhelming (Seeking Subscriptions)_2 546: Chapter 270: Overwhelming (Seeking Subscriptions)_2 Li Tiangong, the focus of everyone’s attention, felt his mind sink slightly.

The gaze from the Sanping Hermit, and the icy stares of the women behind Chu Xisheng, made Li Tiangong’s scalp tingle.

He was panicked, thinking, I never agreed to forge a blade for this guy, nor did I instruct him, let alone have any intentions of killing Chu Xisheng.

He still wanted to ask this person if there was any method that didn’t need “licking” to win the beauty’s favor.

Today was entirely the guy’s own presumption, speaking for himself.

Li Tiangong wanted to explain, but under the gaze of the many martial cultivators on the deck, he couldn’t utter a word and could only stand with an ashen face, silent.

After all, he was the famously known ‘Strange Blade Demon Craftsman’ of Jianghu; how could he lose face in front of the entire martial world by admitting weakness?

Li Tiangong’s demeanor only made everyone on the deck even more certain.

The instigator today was undoubtedly Li Tiangong.

Therefore, the looks from Lu Luanti and Ji Qianqian grew even colder.

This guy is really courting death.

Zhu Kongming, meanwhile, exchanged glances with the Sanping Hermit with a mocking smile, “I know it’s unfair to Brother Chu, as I would get a third-grade treasure sword if I win, but he would get nothing if he does.

Thus, I brought a silver note worth 500,000 Demon Silver and the magic artifact I carry with me.

Regardless of whether I live or die, these items will all belong to him afterwards.

However, if you people of the Formless Divine Sect don’t have the courage to accept the challenge, or can’t afford to lose, then let’s forget this ever happened, and I will simply leave the ship!”

The Sanping Hermit’s eyes widened slightly as he exclaimed, “What guts!”

The sword qi hidden in his sleeves was already bristling with eagerness to unleash.

But just then, Chu Xisheng suddenly interjected, “Junior brother thanks senior brother for his protective sentiment, but I have already agreed to this, to have a bout here today with him.”

The Sanping Hermit turned around, his eyes filled with surprise as he looked at Chu Xisheng.

Chu Xisheng met Zhu Kongming’s gaze with calm eyes, “His words have already insulted the reputation of my Formless Divine Sect.

Since he insists on seeking death, I shall fulfill his wish.”

Zhu Kongming, hearing these words, couldn’t help but smile more arrogantly, “You see, he has agreed too.

This is a matter between two young men.

Why should the hermit meddle in the affairs of others?”

The Sanping Hermit looked pensive, his expression blank.

He admired Chu Xisheng’s courage and confidence.

However, although Zhu Kongming was about the same age as Chu Xisheng, he already had a cultivation of the lower Sixth Grade, a whole grade higher than Chu Xisheng.

This youth was chosen by the sect as a ‘Blood Vengeance Candidate.’

With the sect nursing doubts about that ‘Blood Vengeance Saint’ in Capital City, this young brother, who could cultivate the first layer of Divine Intent Touch Death Blade, was extremely crucial.

The Sanping Hermit then retracted his sword qi, “Very well!”

His voice was cold, and with a sweep of his robe, he said, “Clear the front deck, let them fight!”

Zhu Kongming then offered another respect with a grin, “I have one more request, if I may.

Could I ask Mr.

Mu Zhao Guang of the White Tiger Sect, the ‘Purple Eyebrow Saber,’ to oversee our battle?”

The White Tiger Sect specialized in White Tiger cultivation techniques and was founded on the Five Tigers Breaking Gate Saber.

The so-called Five Tigers were the five offsprings of the White Tiger, namely Zheng, Ning, Chang, Jiao, and Jue, all divine beasts and descendants of the White Tiger.

Just as the dragon has nine sons, the White Tiger has five.

And the White Tiger Supervision!

In today’s world, high-grade martial practitioners seeking to settle life-and-death disputes often invite White Tiger Sect members to supervise.

The elders and True Inheritors of the White Tiger Sect, bound by their cultivation techniques, would not permit any cheating or unfair play during a duel.

Purple Eyebrow Saber Mu Zhao Guang was one of the White Tiger Sect’s elders, a fourth-grade master well-known in the Northern territories.

This person was also returning to the North on the Pingtian Ship from Penglai Eternal City.

“Granted!” said the Sanping Hermit, turning into a wisp of smoke and retreating to the stern tower of the Pingtian Ship.

He stood at the top of the triple-deck stern tower, his gaze deep and dark as he observed the front deck below.

At that moment, a middle-aged man with purple hair and eyebrows, a stern face, and a rigid expression stepped out of the crowd.

It was indeed Purple Eyebrow Saber Mu Zhao Guang.

His expression was rather displeased.

Mu Zhao Guang could tell that Zhu Kongming’s challenge today against Chu Xisheng was definitely fraught with hidden motives.

This Zhu Kongming, likely harboring another agenda, would not be so foolish as to offend the Sanping Hermit and the Formless Divine Sect for the sake of a sword.

Yet he did exactly that.

Mu Zhao Guang had no desire to be embroiled in this affair.

But since he was specifically named, Mu Zhao Guang could only agree reluctantly.

After all, he was only there to bear witness.

Purple Eyebrow Saber Mu Zhao Guang walked to the center of the front deck and spoke calmly, “Do you both need time to prepare?”

He was addressing Zhu Kongming.

This person had just been suppressed by the Sanping Hermit’s Sword Intent and probably suffered minor injuries to his Divine Soul.

“No need!”

Zhu Kongming chuckled, taking out a purple elixir and shaking it at Chu Xisheng, “A Qingning Shenxin Pill, specifically for restoring the Primordial Spirit, you don’t mind, right?”

He popped the pill, the size of a fingertip, into his mouth and walked beside Mu Zhao Guang, “If Brother Chu has no objections, let’s start now.

I can hardly wait anymore.”

Chu Xisheng could only offer a wry laugh and advanced to a position three yards opposite Zhu Kongming.

Purple Eyebrow Saber Mu Zhao Guang wasted no time, taking out a Copper Coin from his sleeve, “Pay attention.

The moment the coin falls, you may move.

Those who break the rules will be considered defeated.

You are here to determine victory or death, I will not intervene unless you resort to methods outside of martial arts or any external force interferes.”