Chapter 705 – The Desire of a Metal Blade (II) (2/2)

Admiration and regret ultimately led to the entire world growing wary and uneasy.

This was why Zhu Luo was willing to offer his death so that Wang Po would die.

Since Wang Po was not intending to take the Wenshui Tang clan's advice, Tie Shu would naturally kill Wang Po, and was even in somewhat of a hurry to do so.

Just as he had wanted to do in Tanzhe Temple.

Because it was only now that he, or Bie Yanghong, or Wuqiong Bi, still had the ability to kill Wang Po.

If they were just a tad too slow, if just a few more days passed, if snow were to fall another one or two times, what would happen?

In another few days, after another two periods of snow, maybe they would already be unable to kill Wang Po.

This sort of awareness truly made one uneasy.

Even the starry sky that encapsulated the world would shudder in unease.

At that time, would a second Zhou Dufu appear in the human world?

No, even if it was just an assumption, it could not be allowed to happen.

Tie Shu looked at Wang Po and said, ”My apologies.”

There were many reasons he should apologize, whether it was the oath to the starry skies, the strong bullying the weak, the old bullying the young, or the death of a future giant of humanity.

Wang Po did not respond to his apology, as in his view, his loss in today's battle was not guaranteed.

Yes, perhaps the entire continent did not believe that he could win, even if he was Wang Po.

However, he himself believed it was possible.

Because the dark rain that had fallen over Xunyang City had been very swift, the fallen leaves of Tanzhe Temple had been very beautiful, layer after layer of winter willows grew by the Luo River, and all this had been like a fog, yet it was impossible for any of them to obscure his eyes.

Wang Po raised his blade and pointed it at Tie Shu, his actions steady and simple.

But his blade slightly shuddered.

It was not fear, but a desire for battle, the courage to challenge.

Many days had passed since Tanzhe Temple, and he had still not unsheathed his blade once.

Anyone could tell that this blade would be the strongest blade he had struck with in his life.

He was separated from Tie Shu by a single table. Logically speaking, this raised blade should have touched Tie Shu's clothes.

However, when he raised the blade, they seemed to be separated by a vast river, the distance between them enormous. It was simply impossible for the blade to touch Tie Shu's clothes.

Was this enormous distance between the mortal world and the Divine Domain?

Would his metal blade be able to disregard this distance and fall above the starry sky?

Nobody knew.

Before Wang Po unsheathed his blade, the possibilities were limitless.

When he unsheathed his blade, the limitless possibilities would collapse into a single truth.

The entire world was waiting to see this single truth, not knowing just who would find themselves unable to endure this truth.

At this moment, Tie Shu made a choice.

This choice was very simple, but it represented an experience spanning centuries.

He chose to strike.

He would not let Wang Po unsheathe his blade.

He decided to not give Wang Po the chance to unsheathe his blade.

No matter what sort of truth this blade held, he did not wish to see it.

His purpose had always been to kill Wang Po, not to see Wang Po's blade.

When he decided to strike, no one could possibly move faster.

Only if his opponent was also an expert of the Divine Domain, Xu Yourong in her divine form, or Nanke would they be able to compare.

Wang Po was none of these.

Thus, Tie Shu's hands first fell on Wang Po's blade.

At this point, Wang Po's blade was still sheathed.

The snow falling from the sky suddenly froze in place.

A clap of thunder rumbled through the street.

The buildings standing on both sides of the street were instantly rendered into powder.

The countless snowflakes frozen in the sky also transformed into powder.

The dust settled and the clouds scattered. The street was devoid of people, both Wang Po and Tie Shu vanishing without a trace.

Yet the thunder continued, lingering and rumbling without end.

Ultimately, it crashed into the Luo River.