Dominating Martial King
Chapter 770: 327: World Sealing Saber (Subscription Request)_4

Chapter 770: Chapter 327: World Sealing Saber (Subscription Request)_4

Wood Sword Immortal was exceptionally generous, and his magic immense.

Yesterday, he issued a divine edict: as long as a disciple of the Formless Divine Sect had a sincere heart and commendable swordsmanship, all they needed to do was practice their sword under his tree for a day to receive an initial “Divine Grace Seal” and gain a slight enhancement of his Sword Intent.

Therefore, there weren’t many people in front of the “Dao Yi Hall”; otherwise, it would indeed be difficult to manage.

Additionally, next to Chu Xisheng was a Daoist named Ji Qianqian. Later, they had to let Zhi Feizi from the Mage Institute secretly place a spiritual seal on her.

The “Execution God Temple” was situated right behind the “Dao Yi Hall”, approximately three hundred feet away.

The Formless Divine Sect venerated the “Execution God Sword” as half a god and built this divine temple to be extraordinarily majestic.

No fewer than seventy-two sturdy columns of Immortal Pattern Stone supported the Han white jade roof ridges, magnificent and awe-inspiring, second only to the Holy Temple of Wood Sword Immortal.

Chu Xisheng glanced up and down at the grand hall, which was about thirty feet high and forty-five feet in both length and width, then walked up the steps, ready to push the doors open and enter.

There were two inner disciples guarding this “Execution God Temple”.

Upon seeing Chu Xisheng’s “Execution Saint” attire, they immediately stepped aside. However, they stopped Zhoou Liangchen and Ji Qianqian, who were behind Chu Xisheng.

In the entire Formless Divine Sect, less than ten people were entitled to enter the Execution God Temple.

These two did not fall into that category.

As Chu Xisheng entered by pushing the doors, he felt a sudden surge of fright, his breathing momentarily stifled.

At the head of the temple was a high platform with ninety-nine steps.

The “Execution God Sword” was worshipped upon it, its blade cloaked in a swirling red Killing Power, making it nearly impossible to discern its shape.

One could vaguely see it was a golden straight blade about four feet long, surrounded by countless blood-red dragon shadows.

Essentially, it incorporated countless stars’ powers related to slaughter and destruction and an infinite convergence of Sword Evil points following the “Heaven Punishment” method.

These star points orbited the blade like comets dragging their long tails.

However, what startled Chu Xisheng was the sight of a young woman sitting cross-legged under the ninety-nine steps.

She wore a plain green Daoist robe, her white hair draped over her shoulders, her features cold like ice springs, about twenty years old, with delicate features and a scar extending from the corner of her eyebrow to her hairline.

Though merely a soul shadow, the woman’s spirit mechanism merged as one with the “Execution God Sword,” even controlling it. Her formidable presence and sharp Sword Intent made Chu Xisheng feel as though a mountain crushed him internally, enduring a pain akin to being sliced by a blade.

Chu Xisheng’s face paled as he instantly recognized her identity.

He straightened his robe and respectfully saluted the woman, “Disciple Chu Xisheng, greets Master!”

This person was the former No. 8 on the Heavenly List, “World Sealing Saber,” Su Fengdao.

Before her retirement, she was a First Grade Expert—the one who made swordsmen all over the world unwilling to draw their blades before her.

She was also the master that the Formless Divine Sect had chosen for him.

“Are you Chu Xisheng?” Su Fengdao’s atmosphere was very piercing, yet her tone and demeanor were rather amiable.

She scrutinized Chu Xisheng and remarked, “Indeed, just as Brother Li Changsheng mentioned, you are a person of great appearance and distinguished stature.”

Su Fengdao then leapt up and landed in the center of the hall.

With a wave of her hand, she directly summoned the pure Geng Metal Spirit and formed a four-foot long straight knife, her eyes filled with a hint of expectation as she looked at Chu Xisheng.

“Draw your blade! I thought you’d be exhausted after coming out from the Secret Realm, so I planned to give you ten to fifteen days to rest. Surprisingly, you’re this diligent, so instead of choosing another day, let it be today. Show me what level your swordsmanship has reached.”

Chu Xisheng’s hand rested on the “Nine Snakes”—the spare blade he snatched from Xuan Wushang, yet he felt an overwhelming pressure.

Because, according to legend, those who dared to draw their blades before Su Fengdao all died!

Meanwhile, at Sky Wave Residence, Chu Yunyun, who was practicing magic, suddenly shifted her expression and turned her head toward the Execution God Temple.

At this moment, her master and Chu Xisheng should have already met, right?