Dominating Martial King
Chapter 628: 291 Ancient God (Please Subscribe)_4

Chapter 628: Chapter 291 Ancient God (Please Subscribe)_4

As for “Taishu Ba” from the Guiyuan Sword Sect, Chu Xisheng had heard of him.

This person ranked seventy-fifth on the Qingyun General List, and his most proficient martial arts move was the Sword Point, which held the first position of Shenxiu’s Ten Outstanding Fingers.

Without a second thought, Chu Xisheng immediately chose to agree.

The very next moment, the scene before Chu Xisheng’s eyes changed.

A month ago, he again experienced the sensation of weightlessness, as he was pulled in an unknown direction.

Soon after, Chu Xisheng found himself standing on a huge circular stone platform.

It was the same ancient and rugged platform, nearly a hundred zhang in diameter, surrounded by three thousand six hundred giant stone pillars, encaging the platform like a beast cage.

Chu Xisheng glanced around, then fixed his eyes on the opponent in front of him.

The Qingyun General List described this person as sixteen years old, but his facial features were quite mature, with a square face and a beard, and deep-set eyes.

Chu Xisheng focused his gaze on this person, then flicked his robe sleeves.

“Let’s not waste time, you and I should start immediately,” he said.

The opponent was clearly after his head.

Besides, the Guiyuan Sword Sect and the Formless Divine Sect were mortal enemies, so there wasn’t much to talk about.

Taishu Ba’s eyebrows lifted slightly, followed by a cold laugh, “That suits me just fine!”

As he finished speaking, a huge battle axe abruptly appeared in the sky above them, tumbling down.

Chu Xisheng immediately placed both hands on his blade, ready for action.

He didn’t care much about the Divine Grace Arena Battle initially, taking on an indifferent attitude.

Chu Xisheng didn’t care about the Divine Grace, only seeking not to offend the Gods and disrupt his grand plans.

However, after he had slain Mei Shu last time, he received a total of twelve hundred Blood Essence Points from these deities!

This made Chu Xisheng change his attitude.

He didn’t care much for Divine Grace, but he had a great need for Blood Essence Points!

As the battle axe fell, there was a ‘clang’ from Chu Xisheng’s waist, and his “Jade Ruler Gold Standard Blade” instantaneously became a streak of white light leaving its sheath.

On the other side, Taishu Ba also let out a chilling laugh, drawing his sword as well.

He was famous for using his sword as his finger, but the world did not know that his sword was far more sharp, swift, and powerful than his finger!

However, as Taishu Ba drew his sword, he suddenly froze. He found that his Divine Thought could not lock onto Chu Xisheng’s presence nor identify his blade.

Even though the opponent was right in front of him, his Divine Sense only registered vagueness ahead.

It was simply invisible and formless, silent and colorless, without beginning or end, boundless and infinite, unnameable and elusive—

In the next instant, he felt a ‘thud’ at his neck.

That was the sound of Chu Xisheng’s “Jade Ruler Gold Standard Blade” slicing into his neck.

As Taishu Ba’s head was separated from his body, his mind was filled with questions.

What kind of sword technique did the opponent use?

Meanwhile, at the Dao Yi Hall on the Formless Divine Mountain.

Zhi Feizi, the Great Elder of the Mage Institute, was directing many sorcerers in constructing a huge Array made entirely of “Divine Blood Essence Crystals” and “Divine Star Stones.”

Li Changsheng was also involved.

He had been negligent and allowed the Blood Vengeance Saint to face a life-and-death crisis, feeling guilty and regretful, thus he worked extra diligently.

He let Zhi Feizi order him around like a laborer, keeping silent. His short, plump five-foot body rolled around the hall like a ball of flesh.

But at that moment, Li Changsheng’s expression subtly changed, as he sensed something within his mind.

Chu Xisheng had begun another round of the Divine Grace Arena Battle.

Calculating the time, Li Changsheng figured it was about right.

Just two and a half days had passed in the real world, which was thirty days inside the Secret Realm.

His figure flickered, and he sat back down in the Sect Master’s throne. Holding the Source Core of the Secret Realm in his hands, he gazed into the void.

Although Li Changsheng could no longer send items or messages into the Secret Realm, he could still peek inside.

The next moment, Li Changsheng was slightly startled.

On that huge stone platform, he saw a head being tossed high into the air across from Chu Xisheng.

Li Changsheng quickly recognized the dead man with the square face as Taishu Ba from the Guiyuan Sword Sect, the first seat among the Shenxiu’s Ten Outstanding Fingers.

The man’s strength was even greater than that of Mei Shu before him.

But how much time had passed?

From the moment Chu Xisheng stepped onto the platform until now, not even a single breath had been taken?

In the context of the Secret Realm, that was less than twelve breaths.

If you subtract the ten breaths it took for the Burial Sky Battle Axe to fall, did Chu Xisheng take only an instant to slay Taishu Ba, who was ranked seventy-fifth on the Qingyun General List?

Li Changsheng’s pupils constricted.

What exactly had happened just now?

What kind of move did Chu Xisheng use to kill Taishu Ba, whose strength surpassed Mei Shu’s, with a single slash?

At that moment, Li Changsheng’s expression was incredibly conflicted.

He regretted that he was too late in his reaction; had he come back just a moment earlier, he could have witnessed the sword technique used by Chu Xisheng.