Chapter 707 – The Breaking of Wang Po (II)


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    Edited by: Michyrr


    From Tianliang to Wenshui, from the south to thend of demons, from Xunyang City to the capital, from Tanzhe Temple to the snowy street, Wang Po had been preparing to unsheathe this de.


    He had umted energy for this de for so many years so he could cleave open a path between the earth and the starry sky, to chop apart that threshold.


    Tie Shu could clearly sense that once Wang Po’s de intent had climbed to the peak, it did note to a halt, but continued to rise, and even began to undergo some unknown transformations.


    Wang Po had long since cultivated to the peak of Star Condensation. If he wanted to continue rising, what could it be other than breaking through?


    A grim howl resonated along the two banks of the Luo River.


    Tie Shu’s figure vanished from in front of Wang Po—but he had not truly vanished, as his figure could be seen everywhere between the snowy clouds and icy surface.


    The Qi of the world and the principles contained within had been affected by his body. The incorporeal flower giving off a metal luster descended from the heavens and enclosed Wang Po’s de within.


    He used the world to bind Wang Po’s de intent.


    This flower went into full bloom through the use of his flourishing body and those hands imbued with a cold light!


    The iron tree bloomed into thousands of flowers, each flower and each petal symbolizing aw or principle of the world, possessing abnormal strength.


    If Wang Po wanted to survive, he needed to either see through thesews or directly break through them.


    He had only cultivated for several decades, so how could he see through the technique that Tie Shu had tempered through his endless years?


    And no matter how high his de intent advanced, it could not cleave through Tie Shu’s strike imbued with thews of the world.


    So what could he do?


    Wang Po’s de intent surged upward.


    With a squelch, his left arm was severed and flew into the sky.


    A spurt of blood appeared amongst this monotonous world of snow white.


    The clouds in the sky and the dancing snow were instantly smeared by this garish red.


    The ghastly sight of a sky filled with blood seemed like both flowingva and rotten plums, wanting to burn everything clean away, to contaminate all things.


    Within this blood was an extremely terrifying and awe-inspiring Qi.


    From some ce in the sky came a furious roar of utter disbelief, Tie Shu’s cry.


    From the moment Wang Po cut off his own arm, his arm became his de, his blood became his Dao, and so what de intent was he using?


    How could this de intent be so powerful and terrifying? Why could it so easily break through thews of the world?


    If the Pope or Shang Xingzhou were present, perhaps they would understand.


    This de intent was called ’The World Aze’ and it was a part of Zhou Dufu’s Halving de Style.


    At the end of cultivation, different paths often rejoined, but that had nothing to do with the Halving de Style de intent that Wang Po was using now.


    Earlier by the Luo River, Chen Changsheng had spoken of his understanding of the Halving de Style for Wang Po to hear, but he had only casually listened and didn’t seem to care too much.


    But was he reallypletely indifferent?


    Of course not.


    Zhou Dufu was publicly acknowledged as the supreme expert under the starry sky, and he used the de.


    Wang Po was publicly acknowledged as the strongest master of the path of the de since Zhou Dufu, and he obviously also used a de.


    Whether he admitted or denied it, Zhou Dufu’s path of the de had always been influencing his cultivation.


    As long as his name existed, as long as the Halving de still existed, this influence would always remain.


    He was keenly aware that if he used the de intent of the Halving de today, even if he could break through Tie Shu’s attack imbued with thews of the world, his cultivation in the path of the de would be greatly affected in the future.


    But he still swung this de down.


    If he were just inheriting this de, his strike would still not be enough to cleave through Tie Shu’s flower.


    But he had first swung this de down upon himself.


    This de hade from Zhou Dufu, but what it cut at was all the influence Zhou Dufu and other practitioners of the de had on him.


    This he was not inheriting or seeding to this de, but epting it and then giving it up.


    No one in the world could do this.


    Even Wang Po needed to cut off his own arm.


    But as his arm flew into the sky, all the fog in his heart was driven away, and all shadows vanished. Everything before his eyes was bright and clear.


    Only then did his de cleave at Tie Shu’s blooming flower.


    Thus, blood filled the sky and flowers fell like mud.


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    Wang Po’s Dao heart had reached an unprecedented level of calm, but the blood that sprayed in all directions was zing hot, melting away the snow in the air and the ice on the river.


    His de infused with his blood had broken through those petals representing thews of the world and reached Tie Shu.


    The de was still sheathed, but its intent had already pierced through the world.


    Those terrifying and destructive auras, those cold and resolute Qis, had all disappeared. Only he remained.


    An unmovable snowy mountain, an unshakable pine tree..


    If his de were now unsheathed, perhaps he really could defeat Tie Shu.


    Fortunately, his de still could not leave its sheath.


    Tie Shu knew that this was an opportunity he should seize.


    In today’s battle on the Luo River, Wang Po had disyed a talent and resolve that far exceeded his imagination and shocked him to his core.


    But since Wang Po could defy all logic to suddenly break through that threshold, Tie Shu still firmly believed that he would easily grasp victory.


    Because he had long seen Wang Po’s problem.


    Wang Po had been saving this de for too long.


    When one had spent enough time and umted enough power, new problems would often ur that one had never imagined.


    For example, Wang Po’s de was still in its sheath, and his sheath was even bent.


    If he wanted to unsheathe the de, it would be somewhat more troublesome and slower than it was before.


    Even if it was just the instant that it took for a lightning bolt to descend, it was enough time to change this battle.


    With a cold howl, Tie Shu’s body appeared above the Luo River in the center of the thousands of flowers, his palm crashing towards Wang Po’s head.


    Just as he had done in the beginning.


    Wang Po seemed as if he did not know that his de was still in its sheath. He continued his action of brandishing his de, his expression serene and even somewhat wooden.


    Suddenly, an extremely faint sound resonated through the world.


    It was a very light crack.


    It was like the sound of a yellow leaf in Tanzhe Temple being blown by the wind, the sound of someone stepping on the snow of a long street.


    No, it was like something had broken.


    It was theyer of ice thinned by heat, the winter willows on the banks cut apart by the ripples of power!


    It was a silver vase bursting, the arrival of a great army!


    It was the ice breaking and spring flourishing across the mountains!


    It was the breaking of breaking through.


    It was the breaking (破) of Wang Po (王破).


    Wang Po had broken through!


    His de broke through its sheath and cleaved at Tie Shu!


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    This was naturally the most powerful de Wang Po had struck with in his entire life.


    The heavens and earth had to give some reaction to show their respect.


    The snow falling from the clouds suddenly stopped.


    Countless cracks appeared on theyer of ice of the Luo River, transforming into several thousand thick and heavy ice floes.


    Those ice floes constantly bobbed up and down as if some giant monster was violently thrashing about below.


    In truth, the waters of the river had been disturbed by the Qi of the heavens and earth and surged about.


    After some time, all returned to stillness.


    Wang Po gripped his de and gazed ten-some li away.


    His severed arm had flown off to parts unknown. He was covered in blood, his face pale, yet his eyes extremely calm.


    Ten-some li away, Tie Shu stood on the ice. It seemed like he wanted to say something, but he ultimately just shook his head.


    He fell backwards into the river littered with chunks of ice and willow branches, and died.