A clear whistle resounded through the inn. Liang Wangsun finally moved, rushing in front of that person.
His movement technique was open and aboveboard, like a crouching tiger or coiling dragon. It floated over, yet it was as heavy as a mountain.
In his hand, he held a golden pestle that emitted boundless light like the spring sun, warm and mellow.
In short, whether it was his movement technique or his technique, they both had the bearing of a king, making it impossible for others to think of dodging.
This was the first time Liang Wangsun had truly moved. His eyes were incomparably bright, his expression incomparably solemn, and he had used his most powerful technique.
Because he was keenly aware of how powerful his opponent was.
Chen Changsheng's heart shivered. He thought to himself, if Liang Wangsun had used such a powerful technique on the carriage, would he still have had the chance to break through this light and return to the inn?
With his current level of cultivation, he simply had no way of dealing with Liang Wangsun's technique of light, because this technique was too bright, upright and peerless. He could not break through it, nor could he respond. He could only forcefully endure it, stubbornly endure it, and then die. Because this was Liang Wangsun's most powerful technique, even that person could not avoid it, could not break it.
That person chose to forcefully receive it.
A palm broke through the falling rain. In front of Su Li and Chen Changsheng, it noiselessly and swiftly arrived in front of them, blocking Liang Wangsun's Vajra Pestle.
That palm was very slender, very suitable for holding a blade, but the center of the palm seemed rather thick. It was very clear that it had held the blade for too long, or perhaps it was precisely because of this that this palm very easily gripped the tip of the Vajra Pestle. It was like gripping the hilt of a blade.
Boundless light completely converged between the five fingers.
Two powerful Qis, two almost perfect Star Domains, met in this grip.
Just at this moment, an angry roar came from the other side of the street. Xiao Zhang shot back like a flying stone, carrying his body covered in dust and rain, carrying a sky full of gravel as he rushed to the inn. The metal spear thrusted again with wind and thunder!
After being injured, Xiao Zhang became even crazier. The white paper covering his face was covered in specks of blood, contrasting with his eyes. They were incomparably serene and terrifying, and even possessed a violent Qi that blazed brighter than the sun!
That person stood in front of Su Li and Chen Changsheng, his left hand gripping the Vajra Pestle. He looked at Liang Wangsun calmly and attentively, as if he had not even noticed Xiao Zhang's tyrannical return.
However, the moment the spear fell, his sleeves moved.
Amidst the drizzle and breeze, his green sleeves rippled slightly. Then, the momentum of his saber rose again.
That person brandished his blade and chopped down at Xiao Zhang. His movements were abnormally simple. It could be said that he swung his blade freely, but it could also be said that he played it down. It even gave off a feeling that he didn't care at all.
It was still the spear that rose first, and the momentum of the saber followed. However, the edge of the saber was not aimed at the spear, but at Xiao Zhang, the pale white paper behind the spear. This was because this seemingly ordinary saber was faster and stronger than the tyrannical spear!
Xiao Zhang was furious, unwilling, pained, and crazed … but he had no choice but to raise his spear and block!
In this world, not many people could block Xiao Zhang's spear. In this world, there was only this person who would never block his gun and would only force him to use his gun to block. Therefore, Xiao Zhang hated this person very much. Whenever he saw him, he would feel extremely irritated and pained.
A loud boom resounded!
The spear and the saber met again in the inn.
At this time, Liang Wangsun's radiance was still in that person's hand, still burning, still releasing energy.
The names of these three people were all the most resounding names in the world.
After being separated for so long, they had finally met in Xunyang City.
Three terrifying Qis met in this place.
Three powerful domains met in this place.
The edge of the blade pierced through the air, the energy of the spear wanted to tear apart the heavens, and light enveloped the surroundings.
Waves of Qi gushed out of the inn, and a gale suddenly arose in Xunyang City.
Yet the ruins of the inn were strangely quiet. There was no wind, not even a sound.
Liang Wangsun's eyes were as bright as stars, but the hair at his temples was already wet.
The white paper on Xiao Zhang's face was like an unmoving mountain, but blood was walking on it, like the traces of worms.
That person stood in front of Su Li and Chen Changsheng, one hand gripping the blade, the other gripping the pestle. It was like he was standing in front of the doorstep, but it was impossible to tell whether he was going to open the door or close it.
In the end, his saber fell.
So it was closing the door.
The uninvited guest was invited out of the doorstep.
The blade descended with an unstoppable momentum.
Not even Xiao Zhang could stop it.
The owner of the spear trembled and buzzed.
Xiao Zhang was forced to retreat once more.
The blade followed him the entire time.
The white paper fluttered and the kite flew off to some unknown place. Xiao Zhang retreated the entire way, destroying countless courtyards.
The edge of the blade descended, and thunder boomed without end, resounding through all of Xunyang City.
Everywhere, houses collapsed. Dust flew everywhere, and dust flew everywhere. Only Xiao Zhang's figure could be faintly seen.
Finally, Xiao Zhang suppressed the blade energy of this blade and steadied his feet.
At this moment, he was already in the western part of the city, seven li from the inn.
He gazed at the distant inn and let out a furious yell.
"Wang Po, you've gone mad!"
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The blade left his hand. That person had no weapon.
He did not need a weapon. His left hand still gripped the Vajra Pestle.
Liang Wangsun's boundless light was grasped in his hand.
He gazed at Liang Wangsun, his eyes carrying an undisguised fierceness.
Retreat, or defeat.
Liang Wangsun's eyes grew brighter and brighter, like stars on the verge of destruction.
As the descendant of a sovereign, his glory and pride lay in not retreating a single step.
That person understood, so he said no more and clenched his hand.
Clenching was clenching the blade. Clenching the blade was clenching the fist.
The person punched, gathering the light in the center of the fist, and then smashing it.
There was a massive boom, like spring thunder from a very distant place, like a gushing spring at the bottom of an abyss.
In reality, it was the annihilation of the energy between his fingers.
Liang Wangsun's face instantly paled and the light in his eyes rapidly dimmed, like the stars had lost their luster.
He stared at that person, his face filled with disbelief. In shock, he asked, "You've gone mad?"
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The edge of the blade descended, and thunder boomed.
The fist shattered the light, and thunder boomed.
Countless peals of thunder resounded through Xunyang City. The last, the loudest peal of thunder, came from that person's body.
Boom! A fierce gale blew, a crushing Qi, and the inn finally completely collapsed.
Broken stones and tiles flew everywhere. Countless people were hit and fell down one after another.
Dust flew everywhere, and soon after, it was drenched by the rain.
Seeing that the building had collapsed, the people that had originally been in the building had already appeared in the rainy sky. The people that had originally been on the second floor had now come to the ground. Su Li was still sitting in his chair, as if he had not noticed at all.
Xiao Zhang walked over from the other end of the rainy street. A corner of the white paper on his face had already rotted away, revealing the terrifying wound beneath.
The hand that gripped the spear incessantly trembled.
Liang Wangsun's face was snow-white. The hand that gripped the Vajra Pestle was similarly trembling.
That person was still as silent as ever, as calm as ever.
He was dressed in black, somewhat thin and tall. He was quiet and taciturn, his eyebrows slightly drooping, and his entire body was lonely.
For some reason, seeing him made one feel wretched.
It was not ordinary wretchedness, but the wretchedness after riches and honor, the bleakness after blooming.
He did not look around, nor was he proud. He only stood in front of Su Li and Chen Changsheng. But even if Painted Armor Xiao Zhang and Liang Wangsun joined hands, they still could not pass.
Because he was Wang Po.
First on the Proclamation of Liberation, Wang Po of Tianliang.
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(The next chapter will definitely be very, very late. I'm warning you in advance.)
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