The blade that Wang Po had chopped at Zhu Luo at the very beginning was the strongest blade he had ever used in his life. Su Li did not react at all. At this moment, Wang Po withdrew his blade, but his cheers pierced through the torrential rain and fell into everyone's ears. Because besides Zhu Luo, he was the only expert walking in the Divine Domain. Only he could understand just how difficult it was for Wang Po to sheathe his blade.
And this strike had cut through that wet leaf! What did this mean? This meant that Wang Po had seen through the storm that Zhu Luo had brought with him!
For an upper level Star Condensation cultivator to be able to cross the threshold and see the laws of that world was just an inconceivable matter. Seeing through it was already an extremely difficult task, let alone striking it. Wang Po's comprehension of the path of the blade was truly so deep that it did not seem like he had only cultivated for a few decades. It seemed like he had already immersed himself in it for several hundred years!
Su Li had seen countless cultivation geniuses in his life and had personally taught Qiushan Jun, Qi Jian, and Chen Changsheng, but he was still stunned by the talent hidden within this strike.
The blade, washed by the rain, clashed with the wet leaf in the air. Anything that was wet would become heavy. Right now, this leaf was as heavy as a mountain, but it still couldn't resist the cleaving of the metal blade. With a muffled boom, the wet leaf turned into countless fragments that flew in all directions. It was as if a rapidly expanding ball had appeared on the gloomy rainy street.
Berserk true essence accompanied the countless leaves. The hard stone ground was pierced with countless holes, and the walls of the street that had long since been scarred by the blade were cut into piles of sand.
Wang Po held his blade horizontally in front of him, the Blade Domain once more spreading out.
His body, as well as Chen Changsheng, who was holding the reins, and Su Li, who was on the horse, were all protected behind the metal blade.
The dense and crisp sounds of collisions resounded through the street, like tens of thousands of needles simultaneously falling on the smooth metal surface, an unending chain.
The wind in the torrential rain also grew even faster, blowing at everything. Several li away, in the ruins of an inn, an exquisite abacus rested in the dirty water. The beads of the abacus fluttered in the wind, giving off a crisp clatter. It truly was like a piece of music.
The wind and rain gradually ceased, the street gradually grew quiet, and the beads on the abacus gradually came to a stop.
Wang Po still stood in the same place, not moving a single step. The iron blade was still in his hand, and he had no intention of putting it down. However, his complexion was already very pale, and his plain clothes were full of tears and bloodstains.
The streets were quiet. Water dripped from the remaining eaves, but no one felt annoyed, because no one cared about such things.
Chen Chang Sheng no longer had the reins in his hands. He gripped his sword with both hands and looked forward with a serious and focused gaze. Separated by Wang Po's shoulder, he looked at the undefeatable expert who was like a god. Wang Po had already suffered severe injuries. Zhu Luo had yet to make a move. No matter how one looked at it, Wang Po had already been defeated. However, he had still managed to block Zhu Luo for a moment, which was already very impressive.
Now, it was naturally his turn to block the attack.
Zhu Luo did not notice Chen Changsheng's actions. With a slightly surprised expression, he looked at Wang Po and said, "I didn't expect … that you haven't even cultivated to the very peak of Star Condensation, and you're still extremely far from being half a step into the Saint Realm, yet you're already able to pry into a few of the peripheral laws of the Divine Domain?"
Wang Po said, "All things share the same principle. The secular world and the divine have their places of connection."
Zhu Luo said, "With such talent, such comprehension, it's no wonder you dare to attack me … but what meaning is there?"
Yes, in this entire affair, Wang Po's talent and unswerving determination had no meaning whatsoever.
Because he could not defeat Zhu Luo.
Zhu Luo's sword was still in its sheath, but he was still able to make the strongest expert of the Proclamation of Liberation covered in blood and heavily injured.
His name shook the world, obscured by the wind and rain. His strength was truly unimaginable.
The difference between the two was in age, in cultivation, in that abyss that separated the divine from the secular. It was not something that talent and willpower could bridge. How could Wang Po not be defeated?
But some people did not see it this way.
"You've lost," Su Li said.
The crowd in the distance watched the battle. Upon hearing these words, they were filled with confusion, thinking, just how is this possible? Wang Po's entire body was covered in blood. He was clearly heavily injured, so how could he have the slightest chance of victory?
Su Li sat on his horse and looked at Zhu Luo. "Losing to a junior like this, don't tell me you don't feel ashamed?"
The hair on Zhu Luo's shoulders slowly floated in the wind, as did his two eyebrows. However, just when he was about to say something, he calmed down and lowered his head to look at himself. There were no wounds there, nor were there any bloodstains. There was only a corner of his robe slowly drifting down.
An extremely small piece of his left sleeve had been cut off.
Whether it was Zhu Luo or any cultivator of any level, this would not affect their battle prowess. But seeing that piece of cloth drift down into the rain in front of his feet, Zhu Luo did not say anything for a very long time. Seeing this scene, the crowd was silent. They thought to themselves, could it be that he really has lost? How did he lose?
No one understood Su Li's words or Zhu Luo's silence. Chen Changsheng also did not understand, but Liang Wangsun vaguely understood. Wang Po understood, but he did not accept it.
Victory and defeat, on the surface, had exactly the same meaning. It was just that in certain moments, in certain special circumstances, defeat did not mean that you had lost. For example, a scoundrel dressed in black and white had his head smashed into the cement, but he still picked up a piece of wood and lightly smashed the bald head of a peerless villain. This was meaningless, but he had won. Su Li naturally would not use this kind of judgment to evaluate the first exchange between Wang Po and Zhu Luo. Wang Po had naturally lost, indisputably, as a matter of course, and as a matter of course. However, he still believed that the one who had lost was Zhu Luo.
Zhu Luo's current reaction indicated that, on a certain level, he approved of Su Li's words.
When Zhou Dufu was three years old, was he already able to defeat an unparalleled expert under the heavens? When the Tianhai Empress had just entered the palace, just who could she defeat? When you were Wang Po's age, could you defeat him? This was what Su Li wanted to say to Zhu Luo. It sounded rather unreasonable, but it was actually very reasonable. It was just that this reasoning could only be understood in the domain of the strongest people on the continent. Chen Changsheng understood.
Somewhat at a loss, he thought to himself, if we were to compare people of the same age, then I … oh, there's still Xu Yourong, and Lady Chen Chujian. Aren't I the strongest? Su Li did not know what Chen Changsheng was thinking, or else he would definitely have laughed at him. He continued to say to Zhu Luo, "There's another problem. You've regressed too much."
Zhu Luo said nothing, displeased. The drizzle fell, not daring to touch the cloak on his body, avoiding and drifting away.
"Back then, you were able to kill the second Demon General with a single sword reflecting the moon. How can the current you be a match for Hai Di? The confident and unrestrained man who once wrote poems and killed people is now old and without any drive. That's fine, but you just happen to be someone who doesn't have the slightest magnanimity. You can't even compare to that woman Tianhai. For several hundred years, you didn't dare to take a single step into the capital, and now you actually want to borrow the power to kill a junior that might threaten your position. Tsk, tsk, you really are quite promising. "
Su Li continued, "Why? You're old, almost a thousand years old. You should have died long ago. To be old and not die, what is that? It's a thief, an old thief. Ah, people are just like trees. When they're at their strongest, they should do their utmost to swagger in the spring winds. When they've lived for too long, they should still struggle to live. When their bodies age and turn into rotten wood, when they're finally struck by lightning, what meaning is there in that? "
Zhu Luo finally opened his mouth. Looking at him, he asked, "Are you done?"
Su Li replied, "I'm done cursing."
Zhu Luo said, "What you say is reasonable."
Su Li's sword-like eyebrows perked up. Somewhat interested, he asked, "How so?"
Zhu Luo said, "This is your second sword."
Every word struck the heart, every sentence a sword. Su Li was heavily injured and unable to fight, but his sword heart still existed, so his words could still hurt.
Su Li calmly looked at him, confirming that this old fellow really did have the qualifications to be absolutely arrogant. He was actually not affected in the slightest.
"I received two of your swords, so now it's my turn to use my sword."
Saying this, Zhu Luo's right hand, like a dragon breaking through the clouds, moved to his waist and gripped the hilt of his sword.
The dark clouds descended once more, the rain fell once more, the sky darkening once more. Fallen leaves fell one after another, filling the sky with droplets of water.
Zhu Luo unsheathed his sword. The sword was not bright, nor did it seem to have anything special about it. However, the edge of the dark clouds that enveloped Xunyang City suddenly brightened, as if they had been plated with a layer of silver. Was that a halo of light? What was behind the clouds? Was it the sun? No, that was the moon of the demons that should not have appeared in the human world.
That was Zhu Luo's past, his greatest glory.
Many years ago, in the snowy plains, he saw that bright moon and recited a very beautiful poem. He killed a very powerful opponent, and thus became an expert of his generation on the continent, gaining the title of 'Drinking Alone Under the Moon'.
Finally, this expert revealed to Xunyang City the true scene of the Saint Realm.
Separated by layers upon layers of rain and countless wet leaves, Chen Changsheng could sense that majestic and dignified energy of light. He felt his body grow stiffer and stiffer, and even subconsciously wanted to avoid it. This was the Saint Realm? As it turned out, the domain here was not the Star Domain of the Star Condensation Realm. A field of light enveloped everything without any distinction, so how could one attack it? He had studied the Daoist Canon since he was a child, so in terms of experience and knowledge, he would not lose to anyone. However, he could not understand the light at the edge of the dark clouds or the light brought by that sword, because the operating rules of the Divine Domain had already surpassed his ability to understand.
The pitch-black torrential rain, the bright sword, the leaden clouds that seemed about to burn.
In front of this spectacular backdrop, Wang Po's figure seemed even smaller, as if he could be swallowed up at any moment.
"Forget it!" Chen Changsheng yelled at him.
Wang Po did not turn around. "I still want to try again. It's not easy to have this sort of experience."
The torrential rain washed over his face, devoid of fear or joy. Just like his voice, it was so calm that it made one's heart palpitate and feel respect.
This was true serenity, the serenity of hearing the Dao in the morning and dying in the evening without regrets.
Chen Changsheng said no more, knowing that he had learned a few more things.
Zhu Luo's sword arrived.
The world was either light or darkness. The sword came. The dark storm brought with it light. No matter how big the world was, there was no corner that could be avoided. Not even Wang Po could avoid it.
He once more struck out with his blade. Without any novelty, he swung his blade in a straight line, but where the blade energy landed, it was brimming with novelty.
He did not strike at that sword glow, did not strike at the falling leaves, did not strike at Zhu Luo ten-some zhang away, but at the wind and rain.
The wind and rain moved through space.
Wang Po's blade descended in a straight line, cleaving apart the pillars of rain, cleaving apart the wisps of wind, cleaving apart space.
With a swish, a gloomy opening appeared on the rainy street.
As long as one was in this world, there was no way to avoid Zhu Luo's sword?
Then let's cut open a new path and go together to a new world!
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