The sound of Yu Xi Zhenjun's announcement that the battle was beginning echoed in everyone's ears almost simultaneously.

Dou Zhao then strode forward, raised his hand, and slashed down with his sword!

Boom boom boom!

There was no lightning, yet it sounded like thunder.

Six pillars of unity encircled this martial arts arena. The gigantic figures of the six supreme beings stood on each side, dividing the space into six sections.

The sky above the martial arts platform was completely open and unobstructed.

But there is wind and clouds.

With Dou Zhao's strike, the clouds suddenly parted, and the wind split into two, silent and separate!

It looked like the entire sky suddenly cracked open.

At this moment, the thick-backed sword, shaped like a broken blade, came crashing down with great force. But what fell was not a sword.

but that sky, ripped open, like the end of days!

The blade's name is Tensho.

Severe punishment awaits those who defy the call.

Of the Seven Forms of Combat, this is the First.

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Dòu Zhāo's blade was still halfway through, and the crack in the sky had already fallen.

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Above Gan Chang'an’s head, the air was split open...sharply.

This leaves one worried that the whole space, including him, will be torn apart.

Facing this chasm in the heavens.

<< Gan Chang'an extended his palm very calmly. >>

Extend your right hand with your palm facing upward.

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Like a child holding their beloved treasure.

Something is dancing...

A gleam of light is dancing!

Jiang Wangyun exerted his full eyesight and finally saw that it was a small knife about four inches long.

This knife is very delicate.

The back of the blade resembled two curved moons side by side, while the edge, though a single line, flowed like a clear and gentle stream.

The hilt was as graceful as a beautiful woman's waist. With just a slight misstep, her two feet were caught by the hilt and she was subdued.

A pair of jade arms, one in front and one behind, one above and one below, seemed to be dancing, and became the hilt of the sword.

In ancient Qin territory, there was a saying that went:

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"A four-inch blade dances in the palm, upon seeing this dance, one is forever misled."

A blade renowned throughout the world, dances in the palm.

Whoever sees this sword, their life will end.

This is a legendary sword wielded by a female sovereign in Qin history. It has now passed down to Gan Chang'an, and surprisingly, they harmonize very well.

When that sliver of a rift between heaven and earth fell.

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In Gan Chang'an's palm, the four-inch dagger danced, and with precision, it sliced out a line of blade energy.

The crack intersected, forming a crisscross pattern.

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This wisp of blade qi sliced out, as fine as a thread.

That falling "crack in the heavens"... is being stitched back together!

Compared to simply destroying it, this ability to regenerate it is rarer and more terrifying.

A knife is a weapon used to kill, but if it doesn't kill and instead heals, that goes against common sense.

But precisely the strongest power arises from contradictions.

This is the peerless sword technique passed down from True Monarch Xu Wang, the 因缘刀!

One strike cleaves the rift in heaven.

At this very moment, Dou Zhao is still halfway there.

But in the next instant, the crack that subtly divided space suddenly widened.

The blade qi that was about to "sew" the rift in the heavens was instantly torn apart.

And Dou Zhao, along with his blade, unexpectedly hacked out from that fissure!

Be quick and ruthless.

The sky and earth were filled with sword shadows, and all the sword shadows converged into one.

Severed the ties of fate.

He also acts as retribution from heaven, punishing those who deserve it with the fate of falling into misfortune like a withered flower in Chang'an.

Such a terrifying, such an abrupt slash!

Gan Chang'an pinched the hilt of the dancing blade in his palm with two fingers, holding it horizontally above his head. At the crucial moment, he just managed to block the incoming strike.

Palm dance, block the Heavenly Saber.

A four-inch knife can withstand a four-foot knife.

Cause and effect meet in the Seven Techniques of the Battle.

Let the palm dance sink!

It dropped by three points!

Gan Chang'an looked up and met Dou Zhao's gaze, eyes as bright as the midday sun.

With lips that bore the soft fuzz of youth, parted slightly: "This blade, must not fall."

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An indescribable power enveloped Dou Zhao as he descended from the heavens.

His figure, who wields the sky-shattering blade and cuts down with determination, actually rises slowly!

This is divine power... Denied!

This is a top-tier divine ability, nearing its peak.

Within a certain capacity, what is not acknowledged will not happen!

And the palm-sized dance, only four inches long, frantically transformed between Gan Chang'an's fingers. Like flowing light, it danced and swirled.

This time, he gripped the hilt with his thumb and forefinger, lunged backward, simply yet naturally, and plunged the blade into Dou Zhao's abdomen.

It pierced through the very air, shattering the protective starlight that descended from heaven. With a single stroke, it approached Dou Zhao, exposing his vulnerability and imperfections face to face.

This peerless sword technique, "Destiny's Encounter, Life and Death Convergence," was passed down from Zhenjun Xu Wang.

It is not at all as serene as its name suggests, but rather a highly vicious, ferocious and ruthless sword technique.

It is fate that brings us together, I shall grant you death.

Facing this knife.

Dou Zhao's eyes, radiant and proud like the sun, suddenly turned cold and distant.

The Heavenly Saber was held high, its blade seemingly absent yet radiating an intensely sharp and frigid aura that pierced through the clouds once more.

The sky was still light, but it seemed to have lost something, becoming a bit gloomy and overcast.

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And Dou Zhao drew down the Heaven-Piercing Blade, held high in his hand, its blade gleaming with an ethereal light.

This blade falls.

The Fourth Style of the Seven Forms of Fighting, Divine Extinction!

Once, when Doumian was at Chíyún Mountain, he had also performed this starting stance.

But was immediately suppressed by Chiyun Mountain's power. Compared to Dou Zhao's sword, it was only the same posture! There was a fundamental difference completely.

Dou Zhao's sword slashed down.

The divine light shattered.

Gan Chang'an's divine power was shattered!

This is an example of how to use the platform.

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To be precise, it was when Dou Zhao unleashed his divine annihilation strike that Gan Chang'an proactively countered with the tip of his palm-held dance sword, prematurely cutting short the trajectory of the divine annihilation.

There is no sound.

This confrontation was silent.

The power of terror collided, obliterating even the sound.

Even with Jiang Wang's mastery over the Wuxian Rumen, he couldn't capture even a hint.

Dou Zhao's hand holding the sword rose slightly.

This time, the Heaven Piercing Blade moved four millimeters higher!

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Gan Chang'an pinched the Palm Dance between his thumb and index finger, with the tip of the four-inch blade against the edge of the four-foot blade. Pushing it upward!

He flipped off the bird.

Dou Zhao, wielding his sword, suddenly leaped upwards four inches.

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Dou Zhao was raised four feet.

He finally hooked his pinky finger.

This is a very awkward-looking pose.

Gan Chang'an's five fingers, clenched together, grasped the hilt of the sword in his palm.

...Push back against Dou Zhao.

Dou Zhao is from top to bottom, Gan Chang'an is from bottom to top.

This is a test.

For Dou Zhao, moving upward was equivalent to retreating.

But he had to rise, and he had to retreat.

The terrifying power emanating from the blade dancing in his hand, forced him to retreat.

He could clearly feel that if he didn't retreat, the Tianshao Sword would be broken.

The Art of Karma's Blade, severing the Heavens' Tyrant.

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So, in the eyes of all the spectators——

Gan Chang'an, with the tip of his four-inch dagger, held against Dou Zhao's blade, pushed him constantly upwards.

The speed increased, faster and faster, until it let out a piercing shriek!

That was the sword qi that dissipated in the midst of constant clashes, a mournful shriek produced as it cut through the air.

Gan Chang'an raised his head and looked at Dou Zhao, clutching the hilt of his knife in his hand.

Keep pushing, keep accelerating.

Continuously manipulating the flow of blade qi as it disperses.

Those blades of qi gathered in the highest reaches of the sky, constantly clashing and colliding, as if trying to split the heavens asunder. Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

The Punisher's Blade?

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Judgment from heaven?

Then…

Throw you back into the rift of heaven!

You take the heavens' retribution, I shall make heaven punish you!

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