Execution God Temple, Chu Xisheng gasped for breath, sweat flowing like a river.
At this time, seven hours had passed since his meeting with Su Fengdao.
Chu Xisheng had endured under the sword of this former 'World's Eighth' until now.
Of course, it wasn't because Chu Xisheng's Martial Arts had grown strong enough to compare to those on the Heavenly List. Instead, Su Fengdao had only used her Sixth Grade cultivation to fight him and had held back considerably.
However, the intensity of their sparring was exceedingly high and incredibly fierce.
Chu Xisheng wielded his sword no less than fifty times in a single breath.
A minute roughly equaled twenty breaths, meaning one hour was one hundred twenty minutes.
This meant he had to swing his blade one hundred twenty thousand times in an hour, coordinating this with corresponding movement techniques.
