From Tianliang to Wenshui, from the south to the land of demons, from Xunyang City to the capital, from Tanzhe Temple to the snowy street, Wang Po had been preparing his blade this entire time.
He had been accumulating this blade for many years precisely so that he could cleave open a path between the starry sky and the earth, sever that threshold.
Tie Shu could clearly sense that after Wang Po's blade intent reached its peak, it did not stop there. Rather, it continued to rise, and it was faintly undergoing some inexplicable transformation.
Wang Po had long ago reached the peak of Star Condensation. If he continued to rise, what else could it be but breaking through?
A harsh howl resounded over the two shores of the Luo River.
Tie Shu's figure vanished from Wang Po's eyes — not truly vanished. Between the snowy clouds and the icy surface, his figure could be seen everywhere.
The Qi of the world and the laws and principles concealed within were affected by his figure. That invisible flower with a metallic luster descended from the heavens and enveloped Wang Po's blade.
He used the world to bind Wang Po's blade intent.
The flower that bloomed between the heavens and the earth was his figure that had appeared out of rage, as well as those two hands suffused with a cold light!
When the iron tree bloomed, it bloomed into ten thousand flowers. Each petal represented the laws and principles of the world and was abnormally powerful.
If Wang Po wanted to survive, he had to either see through these laws and principles or break through them head-on.
He had only cultivated for a few decades, so how could he see through the methods that Tie Shu had cultivated over the endless years?
No matter how much his blade intent increased, it was impossible for him to cleave through Tie Shu's attack that contained the laws and principles of the world.
So what should he do?
Wang Po's blade intent rose sharply and burst out of his body.
With a light sound, his left arm was severed and sent flying into the sky.
A stream of blood appeared in this monotonous world that had no other color besides snowy white.
At this moment, the clouds and dancing snow in the sky were painted with a gorgeous color.
The sky was covered in blood, a ghastly sight. It was like flowing lava, like rotten plum blossoms, burning everything clean, polluting everything.
In this blood, there was an Qi that inspired extreme fear and reverence.
From some place in the sky came a furious roar of disbelief. It was Tie Shu's voice.
From the moment Wang Po severed his arm, his arm was his blade, his blood his Dao, so what sort of blade intent did he use?
Why was this Saber Intent so powerful and terrifying that it could easily break through the Laws and Principles of Heaven and Earth?
If the Pope or Shang Xingzhou were here, they might have been able to understand.
This blade intent was called Burning the World, and it was Zhou Dufu's Halving Blade Technique.
At the end of cultivation, different paths often led to the same destination. However, the saber intent of the Halving Saber that Wang Po used now had nothing to do with this saying.
Previously, by the banks of the Luo River, Chen Changsheng had explained his understanding of the Halving Blade to him, but he had only casually listened and did not care.
However, could he really not care?
Of course not.
Zhou Dufu was publicly recognized as the strongest under the starry sky, and he used a blade.
After Zhou Dufu, Wang Po was recognized by the world as the strongest expert in the path of the saber. He also used the saber.
Whether he admitted it or not, whether he resisted it or not, Zhou Dufu's path of the blade had always affected his cultivation.
As long as this name existed, as long as the Halving Blade existed, this influence would always exist.
He knew very well that if he were to use the Halving Blade's blade intent today, even if he could temporarily break through Tie Shu's attack of the laws and logos of heaven and earth, it would certainly greatly affect his cultivation of the path of the blade in the future.
However, he still chopped down with his blade.
If it was only inheritance, this blade would still not have been enough to chop through Tie Shu's flower.
However, he first chopped down on himself.
This blade of his came from Zhou Dufu, but what he chopped down was the influence that Zhou Dufu had on him and all those who studied the blade in the future.
This was not inheritance, nor was it inheritance. It was acceptance and then abandonment.
There was no one in the world who could do this.
Even if he was Wang Po, he would still need to sever his own arm.
However, as his arm flew into the sky, all the fog in his heart was driven away. The shadows vanished, and his eyes became clear and bright.
Then, his blade chopped down at the flower that Tie Shu had bloomed.
As a result, the sky was filled with lava and the flower fell like mud.
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Wang Po's Dao heart was unprecedentedly calm. The blood that sprayed in all directions was blazing hot, melting the snow in the air and the ice on the river.
His blade, carrying his blood, broke through the flower petals that represented the laws of the world and arrived in front of Tie Shu.
The blade was still not unsheathed, but its intent had already pierced through the world.
That terrifying aura of destruction and destruction, that resolute and cold Qi, had already vanished without a trace. Only he remained.
Like a snowy mountain, like a green pine, unshakable.
If his blade had already been unsheathed, perhaps he really might have been able to defeat Tie Shu.
Fortunately, his blade was still not unsheathed.
Tie Shu knew that this was a chance he had to grasp.
In today's battle on the Luo River, the talent and daring Wang Po had displayed had truly surpassed his imagination and left him abnormally shocked.
But even though Wang Po had disbelievingly broken through that threshold, Tie Shu still firmly believed that he would easily obtain victory in the end.
Because he had long since seen through Wang Po's problem.
Wang Po had hidden his blade for too long.
There was enough time and enough momentum. However, it would often bring about new problems that you didn't even think about.
For example, his blade was still in its sheath, and the sheath was already bent.
If he wanted to unsheathe his blade, it would be somewhat more troublesome and slower than before.
Even if it was just a flash of lightning, it would be enough to change the outcome of this battle.
With a cold howl, Tie Shu's figure appeared above the Luo River. Amidst the myriad flowers, he slapped his palm at Wang Po's head.
It was just like it had been at the very beginning.
Wang Po seemed not to know that his blade was still in its sheath. He continued to swing his blade, his expression calm, even somewhat wooden.
Suddenly, an extremely soft sound resounded through the world.
It was a light clap.
It also sounded like the yellow leaves of Tanzhe Temple being blown by the wind, or like the snow on a long street being stepped on by someone.
No, it seemed like something had broken.
It was the ice that had been melted and thinned by the heat, the willows by the embankment severed by the shockwaves!
It was the breaking of a silver vase, the arrival of a magnificent army!
It was the breaking of the ice, the feeling of spring filling the mountains!
It was the breaking of a realm.
It was the breaking of Wang Po.
Wang Po had broken through!
The blade broke through its sheath and slashed at Tie Shu!
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This was naturally the most powerful blade Wang Po had ever used in his life.
The world had to respond to this to express its respect.
The snow falling from the clouds suddenly stopped.
Countless cracks appeared on the ice on the surface of the Luo River, transforming into several thousand thick ice floes.
These ice floes constantly rose up and then fell back down, as if some violent beast was concealed beneath them.
In truth, the waters of the river had been disturbed by the Qi of the world and were incessantly surging.
After some time, everything fell silent once more.
Wang Po gripped his blade and gazed ten-some li into the distance.
His severed arm was nowhere to be seen. His body was covered in blood and his face was pale, but his eyes were extremely serene.
Ten-some li away, Tie Shu stood on the ice. He seemed to want to say something, but in the end, he only shook his head.
He fell backwards into the river filled with chunks of ice and withered willows, and died.
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