This scoundrel is a bit of a swordsman.

"Do you know what kind of chair that is?" Chen Miao continued.

The person next to him shook his head. "I've never seen this before. Is there something special about this chair?"

"The Heavenly Secrets Palace, the Prison Chair of Heaven,"

"What? Could this be the Heavenly Imprisonment Chair that can even imprison the heavens? How is that possible? He's just a piece of trash, how could he possibly use the Heavenly Imprisonment Chair?"

"Yes, he's clearly a good-for-nothing. Why would the Great Qian Emperor bring out this chair? This is a special chair used to imprison Earth Immortals. A playboy like him doesn't deserve to sit in this chair at all. That's the biggest problem."

"However, even if it were true, we are powerless to do anything about it right now. No one dares to be presumptuous in front of the Great Qian Martial Emperor. Xiao Jianren is probably doomed to die today."

Crown Princess Chen Miao's eyes flickered, and her gaze toward Xiao Jianren held a hint of uncertainty.

Xiao Xingchen felt wronged, but by then it was too late to call for help from heaven or the system. Watching the executioner sharpening his knife beside him, he shuddered. Slicing bones, wasn't this the same as being slowly sliced ​​to death?

Lingchi (death by a thousand cuts) involves more than three thousand cuts, yet it still doesn't kill the prisoner. I, on the other hand, suffer half the pain of lingchi, but is that something a human being can endure?

Although he wasn't afraid of death, this way of dying was too humiliating. A person who wouldn't even dare to run naked was now being stripped naked and stabbed repeatedly in public.

The double blow of physical and mental damage nearly killed him.

What to do, what to do? He kept calling for a cheat system in his mind, but there really wasn't one.

Seeing the mocking, disdainful, and contemptuous looks in the crowd, Xiao Xingchen gritted her teeth.

"Damn it, fortunes change every thirty years. As long as I live, I will turn this capital of the Great Qian Dynasty into ruins!"

"Kid, don't worry, I'll be gentle and try my best to save your life."

The executioner turned and gave him a smile, speaking softly.

This sent a shiver down Xiao Jianren's spine. Was he really going to die here? He couldn't think of any chance of survival.

With everyone watching, he was about to be stripped naked and subjected to slow slicing. He wanted to ask God, "Why?"

Words like "unjust disaster," "misfortune," and "bad luck" flashed through his mind, making him feel incredibly aggrieved. Even Dou E would probably admit defeat if she were here; he would truly die unjustly.

"what!"

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his back, causing him to let out a scream. As the scream followed, disbelief flashed in Xiao Xingchen's eyes.

There was something behind me, right at my spine. The central pillar behind the chair seemed to be exerting a pulling force, trying to pull my spine out of my body.

The excruciating pain of his flesh being torn apart made him roar.

What was happening? He was terrified. Even being slowly sliced ​​to death hadn't filled him with this kind of horror. The thought of something alive inside his body completely changed his expression. His spine seemed to have come to life, struggling to crawl out of his body.

At that moment, Xiao Jianren's pupils began to change color, and the world he saw began to change. The people below the Nine Nether Platform all disappeared, replaced by streaks of red blood flowing towards him.

These lines of blood, dense and numerous, resembled countless crawling worms converging on his back.

He couldn't help but struggle violently, his body, which was fixed to the Soul-Suppressing Chair, twitching incessantly. This unusual behavior naturally attracted everyone's attention.

"What's wrong with that little bitch? She's already pissed herself before the execution even begins, what a piece of trash,"

"Something's not right. He seems to have seen something extremely terrifying. Look at the look of horror on his face!"

. . . .

Upon witnessing this scene atop the city wall, the eldest princess's expression changed drastically. She looked uncertainly at Emperor Wu.

At this moment, Emperor Wu's face was full of smiles, and there was also a sense of lingering satisfaction.

The words "human sword" flashed through the princess's mind, causing even the seasoned princess to tremble slightly.

Emperor Wu seemed to sense something, glanced back at her, then smiled before looking back at the Nine Nether Platform.

That gaze carried a warning, which the princess understood immediately. She also deduced what the Emperor Wu intended to do. Considering his indulgence of Xiao Jianren over the past ten years, all the mysteries exploded in her mind.

The "human sword" refers to a sword nurtured by a human. While there are many sword immortals in the world, they all fall into one of the nine categories.

Fire Sword Immortal, Water Sword Immortal, Qi Sword Immortal, and Wind Sword Immortal—these are the four most common types of sword immortals.

As the name suggests, the Fire Sword Immortal cultivates from self-immolation, also known as the Fire Light Samadhi. To fly, one must transform into a ball of fire and ride it to and fro, hence the name Fire Sword Immortal.

Like the Fire Sword Immortal, the Wind Sword Immortal forged a flying sword, but it was not yet sentient. He knew where injustices occurred and that he needed to borrow the wind to get there, but the sword would take a while to arrive, hence the name Wind Sword Immortal.

The Water Sword Immortal uses water as his medium; he cannot fly his sword without water, hence the name Water Sword Immortal.

A Qi Sword Immortal condenses their own Qi into a sword; once formed, the sword is also like Qi, and the Qi Sword Immortal wields this sword.

These are the four most common types of sword immortals cultivated in the world. Besides these four, there are also extremely rare Ghost Sword Immortals, Spirit Sword Immortals, Immortal Sword Immortals, Heavenly Sword Immortals, and the unqualified Encounter Sword Immortals.

This is the path of the nine great sword immortals in the world, but beyond this, there is another forbidden type of sword immortal: the human sword immortal.

The Human Sword Immortal's flying sword is nurtured by a human, forging the sword from the human. On the day the sword is completed, it needs the blood and energy of ten thousand people to nourish its body, thus achieving the perfect human-sword mastery.

Every time a Human Sword Immortal appeared, it was accompanied by bloodshed. However, the power and strength of these Human Sword Immortals were unimaginable. At one point in history, in order to cultivate, a Human Sword Immortal would routinely massacre entire cities, leading to a widespread attack and ultimately causing the Human Sword Immortal to become a thing of the past.

Unexpectedly, the execution of a spoiled brat here today is actually a process of forging a human sword.

No wonder Emperor Wu chose the Nine Nether Platform for execution. Located on the northernmost edge of the capital, within the outer city, the platform was home to many impoverished people. Even if they all died there, it wouldn't cause any disturbance. In that instant, the Princess finally understood everything.

She dared not move. The Emperor had already given her a warning, which meant that her identity had been exposed.

Thinking of her title, Ghost King, the princess couldn't help but feel a sense of powerlessness.

Almost no one knew that she was also a sword immortal, and an extremely rare ghost sword immortal at that. Among those who could discern that the Martial Emperor was forging a human sword, only sword immortals could tell.

While the Crown Prince, various princes, and numerous ministers remained engrossed in watching the spectacle, only the Sword Immortal could see that the man named Xiao Jianren was transforming into a sword.

Shaking her head with a wry smile, the princess continued to gaze at the Nine Nether Platform. With the birth of the human-sword, blood would flow across the land, and the enraged crowd below would soon be transformed into blood essence, becoming part of what nourished the human-sword.

She was powerless to stop it, and could only sigh. This sigh contained a lot, which eventually turned into a feeling of resentment.