760 Whats Done Is Done (1/2)

The clouds and thunders had disappeared.

The wooden sword shakily flew back from the Verdant Canyon, quietly suspending in the air.

Ye Su slightly raised his eyebrows.

He knew Jun Mo was strong, but not that strong.

Only after getting surpassing the Five States, one was able to make his own rules in Haotian's world.

Second Brother hadn't yet crossed over the Five States, but he had turned the rules into his own by his strong faith.

In a sense, his way had exceeded the Five States.

Ye Su gradually calmed down.

He had finished his attack, and it was Second Brother's turn.

Looking at the Verdant Canyon, he put his hands behind his back and calmly said, ”Please.”

Second Brother moved.

His sword was simpler.

The broad straight iron sword flew away from his right hand, over the Verdant Canyon.

As long as a person's height when set on the ground, the iron sword slowly flew toward the field.

The ground from the Verdant Canyon to the field was covered with blood.

It was the blood of the cavalrymen and the horses from two days ago.

It looked bloody and gave off an terrible smell.

The soil in front of the field even turned black as ink.

The iron sword flew over the bloody ground, without being contaminated.

On the contrary, it became more assertive.

Determinedly assertive.

Cold and aggressive.

Second Brother and Ye Su had never fought before.

They had met each other, but their swords hadn't.

This time, they finally had the chance.

The iron sword had killed hundreds of people.

Hundreds of people's blood dyed the ground.

Therefore, the blood belonged to the iron sword.

It was fostered and urged by its own blood.

It moved after Ye Su, which was for the sake of etiquette.

Even Ye Su could not dodge this powerful sword.

He had to defend.

In the south, Liu Bai slowly stood up by the carriage. Looking at the iron sword, he said, ”Finally, it is getting interesting.”

The battle in Verdant Canyon had lasted for two days and the strongest man was waiting for Jun Mo at his strongest.

Looking at the iron sword, he finally felt interested, which meant that Second Brother at this time was in his strongest phase.

The iron sword was indeed interesting.

More interesting than Liu Bai expected.

It still represented Second Brother's rules.

Black or white, no gray.

Alive or dead, one or the other.

To fight or defeat, no one could evade.

Facing such an aggressive sword, everyone should make a decisive choice.

There was only one way, going in one direction.

There was no third way in the world and no weeds on the wall could stand still.

The sword had gone beyond all expectation.

It gave its enemies a chance to choose, and then it would smash and eliminate them.

This was a kingly way.

How would people choose between life and death?

Even if they didn't care for it, they had to choose.

Just because they had too much in sight, they didn't know how to choose.

It was also a failure if they didn't choose.

This was the puzzle from the iron sword to Ye Su.

Ye Su didn't answer to the iron sword.

Since the sword represented Second Brother's rules, if he took it, it was equal to accepting his rules which could not be changed no matter how he tried.

However, the iron sword needed to be taken.

What could he do?

Ye Su made the field to take the sword.

The field was his rule.

Before the iron sword came out of the Verdant Canyon, he had been putting his hands behind him.

The breeze created by his sleeves slightly blew over the field.

Then the iron sword flew into the field.

The field of rice divided in two, waving like a lake, a sea, and green pines in the mountains.

The weeds on the ridge were stained with blood.

The matured rice was stained with blood.

The iron sword flew over the weeds, smashing them into dust, which flew up and fell on the ground.

The matured rice fell down as the sword flew.

Losing its heavy seeds, the rice straightened up, rebounding its leaves into the air.

The ears of rice fell to the ground and the seeds bounced into the sky along with the leaves before they touched the ground.

The bran covering the seeds cracked, revealing the round crystal grains.

The grains flew around, reflecting sunlight like pearls which looked extraordinarily beautiful.

The grains in the sky, burned by the sunshine, smelled fragrant.

The grains on the ground, being dyed bloody, immersed in the earth.

Green rice leaves grew in the soil.