Chapter 815 – The Mysterious Expert from the West (2/2)

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Luo Bu glanced north at the stone mountain and desert, a dazzling white under the starlight, then turned around and headed down the mountain.

Under the cover of the dark forest, he very quickly reached the river.

In the darkness, he silently walked along the river, all the way until the morning sun rose and painted the meandering river into a belt of silver.

This river was a tributary of the Wenshui that flowed south. Compared to the mountain and desert to the north, it was a little warmer. (TN: Wenshui translates to 'Wen River'. It can refer both to the river and to the city of Wenshui.)

But it was still midwinter, so the river was still frozen solid, its surface layered with a thick mantle of snow.

Ahead, the river turned right, where a thicket of winter plums grew on the protruding cliffs.

Luo Bu walked to that thicket. With a glance, he could see the people on the surface of the river in the distance.

Many holes had been torn in the ice covering the river, spreading cracks in all directions that extended for several dozen zhang. At the end of each crack lay a black-clothed figure.

The ice was stained with blood, the black-clothed figures unmoving. He could not tell whether they were still alive or not.

From this sight, he could imagine just how earthshaking the exchange that produced it was.

He could imagine just how powerful their opponent was.

There were still two figures standing atop the cold and snow-covered river.

One was that blue-clothed stranger that Luo Bu had seen in Hanqiu City. The stranger's face was still covered in a copper mask that made them seem abnormally terrifying.

Even more terrifying was the Qi exuded by their body.

When the snowflakes falling from the sky or the cold blowing across the river approached the stranger, they would naturally avoid it.

At this level of battle, the blue-clothed stranger could not conceal their own Qi, let alone their cultivation level.

Luo Bu slightly raised his brows, his right hand subconsciously gripping the sword at his waist.

Even if he attacked, he was still no match for the blue-clothed figure, but only by holding the sword could he remain calm, could he ensure that he had not been discovered.

The blue-clothed figure was an expert of the Divine Domain!

The hidden strength of the Great Western Continent truly had surpassed the reckonings of many people in the Central Continent.

Even more shocking was that despite the power of this blue-clothed figure, they had still been the loser in this morning's battle.

A trickle of blood flowed down the stranger's shoulder and a small piece was missing from the copper mask.

Who could defeat a Divine Domain expert?

Standing on the other side of the river, that person also wore a blue gown, but a fainter blue, and also a much simpler gown.

He was not wearing a mask. His face directly confronted the snow and this world with an indifferent expression.

His eyebrows were drooped and his shoulders were somewhat sunken, so he looked very impoverished.

The wind and snow blew about his body. One of his sleeves ruffled, unexpectedly empty.

Three years ago, he had cut off his own arm.

His remaining hand gripped a metal blade.

Fearless he stood as the wind blew about him.

The flow of water beneath him had already been severed.

”I did not expect that I would have the chance to experience Wang Po of Tianliang's blade.”

The blue-clothed stranger's raspy voice said.

With a serene expression, Wang Po replied, ”I also didn't expect that I would get a chance to glimpse the elegant manner of an expert of the Great Western Continent.”