In the Execution Hall, Chu Xisheng panted, sweat streaming off him like a river.
Seven two-hour periods had passed since he met Su Fengdao.
Chu Xisheng had held out beneath the saber of this former "eighth in the world" until now.
Of course, this was not because Chu Xisheng's Martial Dao had already reached the level of the Heavenly Ranking. Rather, Su Fengdao had fought him using only sixth-grade cultivation, while holding back in many other respects.
Nevertheless, their exchanges were extraordinarily intense and fierce.
Chu Xisheng had never delivered fewer than fifty saber strikes in a single breath.
A minute was roughly twenty breaths, and a two-hour period was 120 minutes.
This meant he had to swing his saber 120,000 times every two hours, matching them with the corresponding footwork and movements.
By contrast, Su Fengdao remained perfectly composed. Her saber techniques shifted freely between slow and fast, as untraceable as Antelope Hanging Its Horns.
She struck only eight or nine times per breath, yet kept Chu Xisheng thoroughly suppressed.
Chu Xisheng felt that the pressure this "World-Sealing Saber" exerted on him was ten times that of the Qin Muge in the secret realm!
This forced him to maintain his full explosive power.
Apart from the Dance of Zangtian, Chu Xisheng had used almost all his trump cards and all his strength.
Had Chu Xisheng not already possessed Twelfth Rank blood of eternal ages, he could not possibly have held on.
With his strength before leaving the secret realm, he would have exhausted his oil and burned out his wick within an hour at most.
Yet Su Fengdao's gaze grew increasingly satisfied.
Even the corners of her lips rose unconsciously.
Qingxu Zi had not lied to him, nor had Li Changsheng.
This truly was a fine talent, a piece