Chapter 393: The Cool Sky's Wang Po (Part 1)
A clear whistle rang through the inn's upper floors. Liang Wangsun finally made his move, gliding toward that person.
His movement was open and upright, dignified and imposing, like a crouching tiger or coiled dragon—coming lightly yet heavy as a mountain.
In his hand, he held a vajra staff, radiating boundless light, warm as spring sunshine, mellow and beautiful.
In short, whether in movement or technique, he bore the bearing of a king, making it impossible for anyone to even think of dodging.
This was Liang Wangsun's first true strike. His eyes were brighter than ever, his expression more solemn than ever, and he unleashed his most powerful technique from the very start.
Because he knew exactly how formidable his opponent was.
Chen Changsheng felt a chill in his heart. He thought, if Liang Wangsun had used such a powerful technique back on the carriage, would he have had any chance to break through that radiance and return to the inn?
At his current level of cultivation, he had no way to counter Liang Wangsun's light-based techniques. Because this technique was too radiant, too righteous—impossible to break, impossible to counter. One could only endure, hold on, and then die. Because this was Liang Wangsun's strongest move, and even that person could not avoid it or break it.
That person's chosen method was to take it head-on.
A palm broke through the falling rain, appearing before Su Li and Chen Changsheng's eyes, silent yet faster than fire, blocking Liang Wangsun's vajra staff.
That palm was slender and long, well-suited for gripping a blade, but the center of the palm seemed somewhat thick. Clearly, it had held a blade for too long. Perhaps for this very reason, the palm easily grasped the tip of the vajra staff, as if gripping a sword hilt.
The boundless light was all gathered and sealed between the five fingers.
Two powerful auras, two nearly perfect star domains, met in that single grasp.
Just then, a furious roar came from across the street. Xiao Zhang shot back like a flying stone, covered in dust and rain, carrying a hail of gravel as he swept into the inn's upper floor. His iron spear, riding wind and thunder, thrust again!
Wounded, Xiao Zhang became even more frenzied. The white paper covering his face was dotted with bloodstains, making his eyes seem deeper and more terrifying, radiating a violent heat fiercer than the sun!
That person stood before Su Li and Chen Changsheng, his left hand gripping the vajra staff, gazing at Liang Wangsun, calm and focused, as if he hadn't even noticed Xiao Zhang's brutal return.
Yet the moment the iron spear descended, his sleeve moved.
In the fine rain and gentle breeze, the green sleeve rippled slightly, and then the blade's momentum rose again.
That person swung his blade down at Xiao Zhang, the motion exceptionally simple—casual and effortless, almost dismissive, as if he didn't care at all.
Once again, the iron spear struck first, and the blade's momentum followed after. But the blade's edge was still not aimed at the spear, but at Xiao Zhang behind it—at that pale paper. Because this seemingly ordinary blade was simply stronger than that domineering iron spear!
Xiao Zhang was furious, unwilling, pained, maddened... yet he had no choice but to cross his spear and block!
In this world, few could block Xiao Zhang's iron spear. And in this world, only this person never blocked his spear, instead forcing him to use his spear to block. That was why Xiao Zhang hated this man so much—seeing him brought nothing but irritation and agony to the extreme.
A thunderous boom!
The iron spear and that blade met again in the inn's upper floor.
At that moment, Liang Wangsun's radiance was still held in that person's hand, still burning, still spewing energy.
These three names were among the most resounding in the world.
After being separated for so long, they finally met in Xunyang City.
Three terrifying auras converged here.
Three powerful domains converged here.
The blade's edge split the air, the spear's momentum threatened to tear the sky, and the radiance shrouded the land.
Shockwaves blasted outward from the inn, and a great wind suddenly swept through Xunyang City.
Yet amid the inn's ruins, there was an eerie silence—no wind, not even a sound.
Liang Wangsun's eyes shone bright as stars, but the hair at his temples was already damp.
The white paper on Xiao Zhang's face was still as a mountain, yet blood trickled across it like worm trails.
That person stood before Su Li and Chen Changsheng, one hand holding the blade, the other gripping the staff, as if standing at a threshold—but whether he meant to open the door or close it was unclear.
In the end, his blade fell.
It was closing the door.
The uninvited guests were cast beyond the threshold.
The iron blade descended, unstoppable.
Even Xiao Zhang could not stop it.
The iron spear trembled violently, buzzing without end.
Xiao Zhang was forced to retreat again.
That blade followed him all the way.
The white paper fluttered, the kite flying off to who knows where. Xiao Zhang retreated, crashing through countless courtyards.
The blade's edge fell, thunder rolling without cease, echoing through all of Xunyang City.
Everywhere, buildings collapsed, dust rose, and gravel flew wildly, with only Xiao Zhang's figure faintly visible.
Finally, Xiao Zhang withstood the blade's momentum and steadied himself.
By then, he was at the west of the city, seven li from the inn.
He looked toward the distant inn and let out a roar of utmost fury.
"Wang Po, have you gone mad!"
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The iron blade left his hand; that person had no weapon.
He didn't need one. His left hand still held the vajra staff.
Liang Wangsun's boundless radiance was clenched in his grip.
He looked at Liang Wangsun, his eyes carrying an undisguised sharpness.
Retreat, or be defeated.
Liang Wangsun's eyes grew even brighter, like stars about to be destroyed.
As a descendant of a king, his glory and pride lay in not retreating a single step.
That person understood, and said no more. He tightened his grip.
Gripping was like holding a blade; holding a blade was like making a fist.
That person threw a punch, gathering the radiance at the center of his fist, then shattering it.
A thunderous boom, as if from far away—spring thunder a thousand li off, a spring at the bottom of an abyss.
In truth, it was the annihilation of energy between his fingers.
Liang Wangsun's face instantly turned pale, the light in his eyes rapidly dimming, as if the stars had lost their luster.
He stared at that person, full of disbelief, and said in shock, "Have you gone mad?"
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The blade's fall was thunder.
The fist shattering the radiance was thunder.
Countless thunders rang through Xunyang City. The last, the loudest thunder, came from that person's body.
Boom! A fierce wind erupted, pressure crushed everything, and the inn finally collapsed completely.
Shattered gravel and tiles sprayed everywhere, striking countless people, who fell one after another.
Dust billowed, then was soaked by the rain and settled.
The inn had fallen. Those who had been inside now appeared in the rainy air; those on the second floor now stood on the ground. Su Li still sat in his chair, as if oblivious.
Xiao Zhang walked back from the rainy street. The white paper on his face was torn at one corner, revealing a terrifying wound beneath.
The hand gripping his iron spear trembled without cease.
Liang Wangsun's face was ashen, his hand holding the vajra staff also trembling.
That person remained silent as before, calm as before.
That person wore a green robe, somewhat tall and thin, quiet and silent, with slightly drooping brows, radiating loneliness.
For some reason, seeing him evoked a sense of shabbiness.
Not ordinary shabbiness, but the shabbiness after wealth, the desolation after blooming flowers.
He did not look around, did not feel proud. He simply stood before Su Li and Chen Changsheng. But even Xiao Zhang of the Painted Armor and Liang Wangsun, working together, could not get past him.
Because he was Wang Po.
First on the Carefree List, the Cool Sky's Wang Po.
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(The next chapter will definitely be very, very late. Just letting you know in advance. r1148
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