Chapter 535 – The Letter Sent to the Myriad Willows Garden (2/2)

The letter was Su Li's letter, so the sword was naturally Su Li's sword.

Although Su Li's cultivation was extremely high and he was publicly acknowledged to have reached unfathomable heights in the path of the sword, when compared to the Eight Storms and four of the Saints, he was still a junior. Moreover, for various reasons, his name had never been mentioned alongside them.

He had written this letter to Zhu Luo precisely because he wanted to tell the entire continent that as long as he wished, he could destroy the so-called Storms of the Eight Directions at any time.

If this were several centuries ago when he was at his height, no, even several decades ago, even one year ago, when confronted by this letter, Zhu Luo would carelessly smile, then tear open the envelope, taking in at a glance all the sharpness on the paper. In this way, he would not cause any loss to the martial fame of the Storms of the Eight Directions.

But now, he was somewhat hesitant.

Because he had suffered severe injuries at Xunyang City and even now had not fully recovered.

Those injuries had come from Wang Po's blade, Liu Qing's sneak attack, and those ten thousand flowing lights in Chen Changsheng's sword sheath. His most serious injuries had come from the Holy Maiden's charge across a thousand li.

Even more importantly, just as Wang Po had said in Xunyang City, he was already old.

Su Li had also once mentioned it in his jeers that right now, he could die, but he could not lose in battle.

For the Emotion-Severing Sect and the Zhu clan, he was the tree that reached towards the heavens.

Other than the people of the Liang Household, all the people of Tianliang County required his protection.

What would happen if he lost?

The winter garden was exceptionally quiet. The thirty thousand cold-resistant and crooked willows in the distance waited with extreme patience in the cold for the coming of spring.

The portly old man was also very patient, calmly gazing at Zhu Luo.

After quite some time had passed, Zhu Luo finally made a decision, taking a deep breath.

The wind suddenly grew violent and the thousands of willows began to sway in the wind, seeming to cheer and also seeming to be wavering in fear.

No more hesitation could be seen on Zhu Luo's face, only indifference and cold arrogance.

He was a supreme human expert who had once charged into the snowy plains with only his sword. Even if he was troubled by old wounds, how could he be scared witless by a single letter?

His hand fell upon the letter, very firmly, and then tore it open.

A sword glow shot out from the envelope and its light made his face seem very pale.

This sword glow was so bright that the winter sun above the garden even dimmed and cause the willows to smoke. It was clearly daytime, but the garden seemed to have been cast into twilight.

A sword glow appeared in Zhu Luo's eyes. This sword glow did not come from the letter, but from his own world.

With a clang, the moonlight sword emerged from its sheath and slashed at the sword intent that had exploded from the letter.

With a cacophony of deafening clashes, a frenzied gale raged through the Myriad Willows Garden and the thirty thousand willows swayed back and forth.

A bright moon came from the north and suspended itself over the sky, attempting to drive away the dark night that had not fully set in.

The sword intent from the letter cared not for this. It instantly unleashed a massive light, touching all things, real and unreal, and setting them all ablaze!

The willows were instantly ignited, the icy ponds smashed, and countless flames soared to the sky like birds of fire.

The Golden Crow emerged from Mount Li!

The bright moon suddenly dimmed!