Yu Xi, the True Lord, announced the start of the battle, his voice reaching everyone's ears almost simultaneously.
Dou Zhao stepped forward, raised his hand, and brought his blade down!
Rumble!
There was no flash of lightning, yet thunder seemed to rumble.
The Pillars of the Six Directions enclosed the arena, with the enormous manifestations of six Supremes standing on its six sides.
The sky above the Martial Practice Platform was open and unobstructed.
Yet there was wind and cloud.
As Dou Zhao's blade came down, the clouds abruptly split in two, and the flowing wind was silently severed!
It looked as though the entire sky had suddenly cracked open.
The broad-backed blade, shaped like a broken edge, came crashing down. But what fell was not a blade.
It was the split sky itself, as though the end of the world were nigh!
The blade was called Heaven's Valiant.
The move was called Heavenly Punishment.
Of the Seven Styles of Battle, this was the first.
Dou Zhao's blade was still halfway down, but the crack in the sky had already descended.
Above Gan Chang'an's head, the traces of the air being cleaved apart... were sharply visible.
One couldn't help fearing that the entire space, along with him, would be split in two.
Facing this Rift of Heaven,
Gan Chang'an calmly extended his palm.
His right hand stretched out, palm facing up.
Like a child holding up something dearly loved.
Something was dancing...
A streak of cold light danced!
Jiang Wang strained his eyes before he could make out that it was a little knife, about four inches long.
The knife was exquisitely crafted.
Its spine resembled two crescent moons placed together, while its blade was as clear and gentle as a flowing stream.
Its handle was the slender waist of