From Tianliang to Wenshui, from the south to the land of demons, from Xunyang City to the capital, from Tanzhe Temple to the snowy street, Wang Po had been preparing to unsheathe this blade.
He had accumulated energy for this blade 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 blade intent had climbed to the peak, it did not come 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.
