Every road, no matter how long, has an end.
The steps before the gates of the Sword God Palace, no matter how treacherous, eventually led Fang Shuwen to its main entrance.
Standing before the gates of the Sword God Palace, he looked up at the magnificent, enormous plaque and the three grand characters for "Sword God Palace," written with strokes as sharp as iron hooks and silver brushes.
"You two wait here."
Fang Shuwen instructed Fang Dabao and Sun Buping before striding through the gates.
Beyond the massive threshold lay a vast training ground.
In the very center of the training ground stood a giant stone tablet, upon which was carved a single, large character radiating Sword Qi—"Sword"!
Fang Shuwen's steps were light as he slowly walked forward, seemingly wanting to take a closer look at the character on the tablet.
The constantly retreating Divine Swordsmen felt as if they had nowhere left to run. Every step Fang Shuwen took brought them immense pressure.
