Chapter 419 – The Blade That Did Not Fall (1/2)

Chapter 419 The Blade That Did Not Fall

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

Since the opening of the battle, this had been the first chance that Wang Po's blade had to approach Zhu Luo.

It was precisely at the moment where Zhu Luo had been sneak attacked, his body heavily wounded, his phantasm crumbled away, and he was forced out of his Moon in Water technique and back into his original body.

The blade rose up in the storm, incredibly straight and incredibly powerful.

Wang Po simply didn't care about all those things that had happened before. He ignored the bright moon in the rain, that assassin's two sneak attacks, and the unified clashing of Chen Changsheng's ten thousand swords. He just slashed down at Zhu Luo in front of him.

It was like he was cutting firewood, or even more like he was settling accounts, performed with absolute devotion.

This moment was perhaps his greatest opportunity to defeat Zhu Luo. It was perhaps even the only opportunity he would have while he still had not stepped into the Divine Domain.

Zhu Luo raised his palm to the sky and the dark clouds obscured the moon.

Nobody knew whether it would be the blade with Wang Po's full strength behind it or the palm that Zhu Luo hurriedly raised up after being heavily injured that would be stronger.

In the next moment, still nobody knew.

Because Wang Po's blade did not fall.

His metal blade paused in the air above Zhu Luo's body.

Zhu Luo's palm was also paused in the air.

The two did not meet.

The torrential rain had gradually come to a halt, but the street was still dark and gloomy, silent beyond compare.

It was like the scene had paused in time.

Not even the sound of breathing could be heard.

Zhu Luo stared at Wang Po in silence, but his complexion suddenly turned abnormally pale.

Countless powerful strands of Qi shot from the edge of his palm and his clothes and dispersed into the drizzle.

It was his remaining true essence after his heavy injury that he was now forcefully dispersing. Originally, it should have rested on Wang Po's blade, but he did not expect Wang Po to actually renounce his final chance and pause his blade in the air.

With a muffled hum, Zhu Luo's true essence was completely dispersed into the air, his Qi completely given over to the world.

He could not imagine that Wang Po would stay his blade because he was a completely different person from Wang Po.

Wang Po had not restrained his blade because he could calculate how the situation would develop, nor was it because his battle sense was so powerful that it could pierce through those dark clouds obscuring the moon. He had done so for a very simple reason.

Zhu Luo was injured. He did not want to take advantage of Zhu Luo in his time of difficulty.

He did not care about the best opportunity. He believed that as long as he could survive, there would be a day when he would step into the Divine Domain. And then, he would honorably defeat Zhu Luo and those other experts of the Divine Domain.

Thus, Wang Po restrained his blade.

And thus…Zhu Luo had suffered severe injuries, even worse than if you took Liu Qing's and Chen Changsheng's injuries and added them together.