Since the opening of the battle, this had been the first chance that Wang Po's blade had to approach Zhu Luo.
It was precisely at the moment where Zhu Luo had been sneak attacked, his body heavily wounded, his phantasm crumbled away, and he was forced out of his Moon in Water technique and back into his original body.
The blade rose up in the storm, incredibly straight and incredibly powerful.
Wang Po simply didn't care about all those things that had happened before. He ignored the bright moon in the rain, that assassin's two sneak attacks, and the unified clashing of Chen Changsheng's ten thousand swords. He just slashed down at Zhu Luo in front of him.
It was like he was cutting firewood, or even more like he was settling accounts, performed with absolute devotion.
This moment was perhaps his greatest opportunity to defeat Zhu Luo. It was perhaps even the only opportunity he would have while he still had not stepped into the Divine Domain.
