The Tang Second Master had a handsome face.
But when he habitually gave a silent laugh, it would always seem exaggerated and comical.
Wang Po did not like this sort of laugh, because it felt very obscure, as if it concealed many emotions that he could not see through.
Many years ago, when he first came to Wenshui and saw the other party in the Tang clan's ancestral hall, he had already disliked him.
At the time, the Tang Second Master had seen the ragged Wang Po, his eyes turning and his silent smile like he was looking at a stray dog on the street or a poor relative seeking shelter from the rain under a fence.
At that time, when Wang Po looked at his face, he felt an extremely strong impulse, or rather, a desire.
He wanted to wave the blade in his hand and smash the Tang Second Master's face and smile into pulp.
But out of respect for the Tang Old Master, out of respect for his job as an accountant, he did not act.
Thus, this desire had always remained in the depths of his heart. Even after so many years, it had not weakened in the slightest.
Until today, when he saw the Tang Second Master push open the door of a tea house on the side of the street, that handsome face revealing a shameless and silent smile, Wang Po could no longer suppress his impulse.
Kindness truly was as weighty as a mountain, but his blade had truly been thirsty for far too long.
Thus, he swung his blade.
In Wenshui, when they were still young, he had not been able to shatter the Tang Second Master's mocking smile because he did not want to fight, so he had been enduring.
Now that he did not want to endure, he wanted to fight, so he could naturally strike.
The Tang clan's secret movement technique, Myriad Golden Leaves, truly was difficult to trace and extremely profound, but in Wang Po's eyes, it was nothing.
In the second month in Wenshui, the Tang Old Master had gone to the accountant's room and personally taught him this movement technique.
He did not need to use his blade. With the blade still sheathed, he could beat the Tang Second Master until he could not speak.
The Tang Second Master sat in the snow, his face covered in blood, his eyes brimming with an indescribable hatred.
"My Tang clan wants to protect your life … since you don't care and want to die, then go die."
Wang Po stood up, gripped his blade once more, and had even struck him. This naturally meant that he had refused the Wenshui Tang clan's request.
He wanted to kill Zhou Tong together with Chen Changsheng, so he had to directly battle Tie Shu.
"It hasn't even started. How can you say that you're courting death?"
Wang Po looked at the Tang Second Master and said, "This is where you are inferior to me, Xun Mei, and Xiao Zhang."
The beginning of this age of wildflowers bore some remarkable names.
Wang Po, Xun Mei, Xiao Zhang, Liang Wangsun, Xiao De …
Very few people remembered that at the very beginning, there was a name with the surname Tang on the list.
"They are the same as you. Whether it is talent or opportunity, they are inferior to me. They have never been able to catch up to me, but they have never given up. They have always been chasing after me."
Wang Po's gaze fell on the end of the snowy street.
He knew that Xiao De was there, and that Xiao Zhang might also appear.
Liang Wangsun had taken refuge in Xunyang City, and Xun Mei would no longer appear.
"Cultivation and battle are the same thing. Victory and defeat cannot be determined until the very last moment. In the end, Xun Mei caught up to me in the Mausoleum of Books, and Xiao Zhang still had a chance. "
Wang Po drew back his gaze and turned to the Tang Second Master. "And when you fought with me in Wenshui, you felt that you would never be my match, so you turned to guessing at the human heart and learning strategies … that was admitting defeat. From that moment, you became a piece of trash, no longer able to defeat me, no longer inferior to me for the rest of your life. "
The Tang Second Master froze, his expression somewhat perplexed.
Wang Po's voice was very calm, devoid of any deliberate mockery. He was only making a cool-headed and objective judgment.
But everyone could hear a kind of feeling from these words, a feeling of superiority.
Because his words were brimming with the word 'invincible'.
This was an expert.
Wang Po might have a higher level of cultivation than those equally famous opponents of the world, but he would never be able to crush them.
Like Xiao Zhang and Liang Wangsun.
But in a true battle, he had never been defeated, and he would often crush his opponents and obtain victory.
It was because in terms of vigor, willpower, mentality, and understanding of the world and his own heart, he was far superior.
As he gazed at Wang Po, Tie Shu revealed an expression of admiration and sorrow.
Each generation had its own geniuses, each dominating the world for several decades, but who could possess such a great advantage over experts of the same generation, such boldness?
And this wasn't even mentioning the fact that these several decades had been the age of blooming wildflowers. Countless cultivators brimming with geniuses had sprung up like bamboo after the rain.
Yet Wang Po had relied on his blade to suppress the experts and geniuses of this generation to the point that they found it difficult to breathe and difficult to stand out.
Other than Zhou Dufu, no one else had ever done something like this.
Admiration and sorrow ultimately caused the entire world to become wary and uneasy.
Zhu Luo did not hesitate to die to have Wang Po die. This was the principle.
Since Wang Po was not prepared to listen to the Wenshui Tangs' suggestion, he would naturally kill Wang Po. He was even somewhat anxious to kill Wang Po.
Just like that day in Tanzhe Temple.
Because right now, he, Bie Yanghong, or Wuqiong Bi still had the ability to kill Wang Po.
If they did not hurry, if another few days passed, if another two snowfalls occurred, what would they do?
In another few days, if another two snowfalls occurred, perhaps they would not be able to kill Wang Po.
This sort of understanding was very unsettling.
Even the starry sky that enveloped the mortal world would tremble in unease.
At that time, would a second Zhou Dufu really appear in the mortal world?
No, even if it was just a thought, this was not something that could be permitted.
Tie Shu looked at Wang Po and said, "My apologies."
Whether it was the oath to the starry sky, the strong bullying the weak, the old bullying the young, or saying that a future titan of the Human race would fall, they all deserved his apology.
Wang Po did not respond to his apology, because in his view, he was not certain that he would lose today's battle.
Yes, the entire continent did not believe that he could win, not even if he was Wang Po.
But he himself did not think this way.
Because the night rain in Xunyang City was very fast, the fallen leaves in Tanzhe Temple were very beautiful, and the layers of willows by the Luo River were like mist, but they could no longer obscure his eyes.
Wang Po raised his blade and pointed it at Tie Shu, his movements steady and simple.
But the blade began to tremble.
It was not fear, but a desire to fight, a courage to challenge.
From Tanzhe Temple to the snowy street, it had been many days since he had last used his blade.
Everyone knew that the next blade would assuredly be the strongest blade he would use in his entire life.
There was only a table between him and Tie Shu. Logically speaking, if he raised his blade, it should have touched Tie Shu's clothes.
But when he raised his blade, it was like a great river separated them, so far away that the blade simply could not touch Tie Shu's clothes.
Was this vast distance the distance between the Divine Domain and the mortal world?
Could his blade ignore this distance and fall into the starry sky?
No one knew.
When Wang Po did not use his blade, there were limitless possibilities.
When he used his blade, the limitless possibilities would collapse into a single truth.
The entire world was waiting to see that single truth. No one knew who would be unable to endure this truth in the next moment.
At this moment, Tie Shu made a choice.
This choice was very simple, but it represented several centuries of experience.
He chose to strike.
He would not let Wang Po use his blade.
He decided not to give Wang Po the chance to use his blade.
No matter what the truth of this blade was, he did not want to see it again.
Because he had always wanted to kill Wang Po, not receive Wang Po's blade.
When he decided to strike first, no one could be faster than him.
Unless his opponent was also an expert of the Divine Domain, or a Divine Sanctified Xu Yourong or Nanke.
Wang Po was not.
Thus, Tie Shu's hand first fell on Wang Po's blade.
At this time, Wang Po's blade still had not been unsheathed.
The snow drifting down from the sky suddenly froze.
A peal of thunder resounded through the long street.
The buildings on both sides of the street were completely pulverized.
The countless snowflakes that had been frozen in the air were also pulverized.
The smoke vanished. There was not a single person on the street. Wang Po and Tie Shu had vanished.
But the peal of thunder had not disappeared. It continued to rise and fall in spirals.
Finally, it fell on the Luo River.
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