Dominating Martial King
Chapter 547 - 547 270 Crushing Request for Subscription_3

547: Chapter 270: Crushing (Request for Subscription)_3 547: Chapter 270: Crushing (Request for Subscription)_3 After he finished speaking, he tossed the Copper Coin into the air.

It soared upward until it reached a height of ten zhang before it started spinning back down rapidly.

At that moment, in the third level of the stern tower, the Sanping Hermit, Zong Sanping, was giving orders to his two Daoist attendants with a cold and stern expression.

“Contact Elder Tianji and investigate everything about Zhu Kongming!

Let him name his price; I want to know everything about him within fifteen minutes at most.”

Elder Tianji was none other than the owner of the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion, the creator of the “Heavenly Mechanism Martial Arts Manual,” and a renowned figure on the Heavenly List.

He was also the largest intelligence broker in the world.

“Also, have the Heavenly Servant and Earth Servant make some preparations.

If this person survives, I won’t allow him to live more than a thousand li away from here!

No, wait—”

Zong Sanping pondered for a moment: “This person must have a way to escape and must have a master waiting to assist him.

Heavenly Servant, go to my treasure vault and bring out ‘that’ item.”

Jian Cangfeng, standing behind him, showed a slight change in expression: “Senior Brother is worried this is a trap?

Perhaps meant to lure you into pursuit?”

“I’m not certain, but we must be cautious.”

A cold laugh escaped Zong Sanping’s lips: “This person holds the sixth seat among Shenxiu’s Ten Outstanding Sabers and is a future Heavenly Pillar candidate.

If they’re just testing our Blood Vengeance Candidate by throwing such a prodigy into the mix, isn’t that too great a loss?

Regardless of their intentions, whether they’re setting up an ambush or trying to lure the tiger away from the mountain, I’ll make them realize they’ve miscalculated.

I, Zong, am just an average individual; my only virtue is caution in life.”

Jian Cangfeng nodded slightly and shifted his gaze to Chu Xisheng and Zhu Kongming.

He concentrated intently, his eyes reflecting a sense of gravity.

The trouble that Chu Xisheng’s journey northward had stirred up hadn’t even started before this turmoil arose.

It was conceivable that Zong Sanping and Chu Xisheng’s journey northward would be fraught with various incidents.

They might have underestimated the fear ‘Divine Intent Touch Death Blade’ and the Blood Vengeance Blade Lord inspired in those people.

Zong Sanping thought Jian Cangfeng was concerned about Chu Xisheng’s life or death, and he spoke indifferently: “You have nothing to worry about, today he cannot lose no matter what.”

At that moment, with a slight flick of his sleeve, an illusory scale materialized in front of him.

On both ends of this scale, Chu Xisheng and Zhu Kongming faced each other.

Jian Cangfeng was startled at first, then showed an expression of surprise: “Senior Brother has mastered the third form of the Pingtian Sword?”

He spoke joyfully: “Congratulations, Senior Brother, you’re about to advance to Third Grade.”

His senior brother’s cultivation had actually already peaked at Fourth Grade.

The reason for the stagnation was that the branch of the Formless Skill chosen by Zong Sanping required one to hunt for a secret medicine’s main materials under ‘fair’ conditions on one’s own.

That was the most difficult part of the entire promotion ceremony.

This was because the main materials for the secret medicine had to come from at least a Second Grade two-headed behemoth.

Now that Zong Sanping had mastered the third form of ‘Pingtian Sword,’ he had a chance.

“What is there to congratulate?

Qin Muge was listed with me in the Holy Transmission, yet now I can only follow behind him; even you, Junior Brother, have caught up with me.”

While the Sanping Hermit spoke, he had already formed a Sword Qi in the palm and placed it on the illusory tray of the scale that faced Chu Xisheng.

This was his ‘betting chip,’ capable of tipping the balance of this scale.

Zhu Kongming thought that by having Purple Eyebrow Saber Mu Zhao Guang oversee the battle, he could ward off all external interference—how laughable!

But in the next instant, Sanping Hermit’s hand was tightly grasped by Jian Cangfeng.

“Senior Brother needn’t go to such lengths.”

Jian Cangfeng’s lips curled upward: “Senior Brother, why not have more faith in Junior Brother Chu’s Martial Arts, in his blade?

I’ve told you, even if he can’t master the Divine Intent Touch Death Blade, mastering any Holy Transmission is undoubtedly no issue for him.”

At the same time, the Copper Coin that tumbled through the air on the foredeck finally came to rest.

Chu Xisheng’s sword at his waist flashed with a cold light.

He was using the Jade Blade ‘Jade Ruler Gold Standard,’ and with the utmost Sword Speed, the sword flashes he produced turned into a three-colored stream of light too blinding to look at and too elusive for the Divine Thought of all Fifth-grade Martial Cultivators present on the deck.

Divine Wind Bright Mirror Blade*Three Phases Divine Blade!

“Die!”

Zhu Kongming almost simultaneously drew his blade.

He was exceedingly confident in his own Sword Speed, even taking a step forward without any hesitation.

Zhu Kongming moved like a flickering shadow, covering a distance of ten feet in just one step.

His blade swing seemed to tear a crack through the Void itself.

At that moment, Purple Eyebrow Saber Mu Zhao Guang, watching from the side, had his pupils dilate slightly.

Zhu Kongming had lost!

This sixth seat among the Shenxiu Ten Masters, a young prodigy at the Heavenly Pillar Level, had actually misjudged both Chu Xisheng and the position of his Jade Ruler Gold Standard Blade.

Is it a case of ‘White Horse is Not a Horse’?

Moreover, the speed of this fellow’s blade draw was incredibly fast—so fast it was inconceivable!

Fast enough to barely surpass the reaction speed of many Fifth-grade Martial Cultivators!

This youth was only limited by his strength; with strength that fell short, even the fastest Sword Speed was useless.

However, once this person’s strength could keep up and contend against Fifth Grade, then most likely, no one below the level of a Heavenly Pride among the lower Fifth-grade Martial Cultivators would withstand more than ten exchanges under his blade!

His Sword Energy was also terrifyingly pure; with mere Seventh Grade lower cultivation, he could extend his blade by over five feet and two inches!

Not to mention, with a fierce Sword Intent, he had cleaved into Zhu Kongming’s brow, causing Zhu Kongming’s step to momentarily stiffen.

The difference in strength between the seventh and sixth seats of Shenxiu’s Ten Outstanding Sabers was a crushing disparity!

Just as Purple Eyebrow Saber Mu Zhao Guang considered this, he heard a soft ‘thud.’

That was the sound of Zhu Kongming’s head being severed, his face showing an expression of disbelief as it flipped through the air.

Purple Eyebrow Saber Mu Zhao Guang shook his head slightly, letting out a light sigh: “What a pity!”

What he pitied was the display of the White Tiger Bloodline by Chu Xisheng.

If this youth could join their White Tiger Sect, he would surely be able to master their White Tiger Holy Inheritance to the peak of perfection.

At the same time, the Sanping Hermit on the upper stern tower also said ‘what a pity’ with a slight easing of his expression.

What a pity that this youth possessed the ‘White Tiger Bloodline.’

If he had the ‘Blood Revenge,’ he certainly could have mastered the complete ‘Divine Intent Touch Death Blade’!

And just as Zhu Kongming’s severed head tumbled through the air, the entire foredeck fell silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.