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1203: Chapter 397: Veto (Vote for monthly ticket!) 1203: Chapter 397: Veto (Vote for monthly ticket!) The two combatants shot up into the high sky in an instant.Surrounded by the six sky-scraping stone pillars and the immense Dharma Phases of six supreme beings, they continued soaring upward.
The audience within the arena all looked up in unison towards the Star Vault.
At this moment, it was apparent that within the entire World Stage, where four battles were happening at the same time, more than sixty percent of the attention was on their fight!
This was a brilliantly spectacular scene.
Gan Changan led a dance with the palm of his hand, pushing Dou Zhao towards the Star Vault.
Their speed was so fast that the air was exploding with sound.
The sword auras clashing and exploding between them, guided by the Fate Sword Technique, converged at the dome above, creating cracks in the “sky”!
And involuntarily, Dou Zhao was being pushed towards the rift in the heavens.
During such a tense moment, the four Starlight Holy Towers belonging to Dou Zhao lit up one after the other from the distant Star Vault.
An overwhelming surge of power flowed within his body.
In his brilliant eyes, there was a destructive, suffocating sense of oppression.
Dou Zhao’s hand holding the sword suddenly slipped, and the blade of the Tianxiao Sword, driven by the fearsome power, suddenly flicked the dancing sword tip to the side!
The sword tip missed its mark!
But Gan Changan’s face revealed an innocent smile.
Could the Fate Sword Technique be so easily thwarted?
His sword tip, though swept aside, still stabbed upwards, and by all accounts should have missed Dou Zhao…
Yet it landed on Dou Zhao’s abdomen!
Fate cannot be denied!
Drip~Drop!
Within the shattered sword lights and cracked high sky,
A drop of fresh blood fell.
Dou Zhao’s blood.
Falling with this droplet of blood…
Was a crisp “clank”!
As Dou Zhao flicked away the dancing blade with one sword move, he, together with his blade, spun around in the air, and when he looked down at Gan Changan again, his eyes were filled with nothing but a destructive mood.
The Tianxiao Sword, having spun a full circle with him, heavily descended with a slashing motion!
What of a family shattered, children lost?
What of being destitute and homeless?
There’s no refuge in the harshness and suffering of the mortal world.
If not a natural catastrophe, it must be a man-made disaster!
A shroud of shadow enveloped Dou Zhao, lending his features a semblance of illusion, yet he and his sword were so vividly real.
Once existed, will continue to exist.
But if anyone were to witness him at this moment, their hearts too would dim.
Life without light, future obscured.
This life hopeless, the next life just as hopeless.
This is an omen of misfortune!
How could Jiang Wang, who was watching this battle, not see it?
Back then at the Green Cloud Pavilion, in order to confront the Human Demon, Sect Master Chi Dingfang sacrificed his life to perform a forbidden Dao Technique, which invoked misfortune and gathered ominous dark clouds.
As the current master of the Cloud Top Fairy Palace, Jiang Wang had naturally pondered whether it could be reproduced.
Logically speaking, if Good Fortune Qingyun corresponds to Ominous Dark Clouds, the Immortal Palace from that time should have had a corresponding Immortal Technique akin to Walk in the Sky.
However, the Dao Technique performed by Chi Dingfang at that time, despite being taboo, was not an Immortal Technique.
From Jiang Wang’s current perspective, it was not a Technique Introducer either.
Although it bore the name Ominous Dark Clouds, it was fundamentally different from Good Fortune Qingyun.
It was similar to the Five Immortal Sect’s exploration of the Sound Transmission Immortal Canon, which also seemed to be an adaptation and exploration by later practitioners.
Undoubtedly, this forbidden Dao Technique passed down from the Green Cloud Pavilion was the result of striving towards an art named Ominous Dark Clouds.
But indeed, Jiang Wang lacked the understanding of misfortune, thus he always found progress difficult.
Witnessing Dou Zhao’s sword strike at this moment, he suddenly felt a sense of familiarity.
If only he could thoroughly discuss how this sword strike utilized “misfortune,” that would be wonderful.
If he could gain a profound understanding of misfortune, and thus infer the technique of Ominous Dark Clouds from the Green Cloud Pavilion, he would have found a lead.
Coupled with Dream Order, it might not be impossible to recreate the true art of the Ominous Dark Clouds Technique Introducer.
In correspondence with Walk in the Sky, deducing related Immortal Techniques would also become possible.
On the other hand, if one could explore the Immortal Techniques corresponding to Ominous Dark Clouds, having more control over an Immortal Technique Introducer, Dream Order would also have a chance to ascend to a higher level, making it suitable for more Immortal Technique Introducers…
This was, of course, a beautiful notion.
But it could only be a notion.
Let alone the fact that his relationship with Dou Zhao was as remote as it could be, even if there were any true friendship, the Dou Family’s secrets would not be divulged to an outsider.
One could only hope that Dou Zhao would unleash a few more strikes, allowing him to get a clearer view…
High above, Dou Zhao twisted his body and with one slash, cut through the advancing Dance in Hand before it could continue its thrust.
Gan Changan’s blade was not meant to be sliced apart.
He, wielding the Fate Sword Technique, had already pierced Dou Zhao’s abdomen and was set to penetrate his soul.
But when the edge of the Tianxiao Sword clashed with the edge of Dance in Hand.
His essence, qi, spirit, intention, and momentum all crumbled in an instant.
Dou Zhao’s sword strike was precisely the second form of the Seven Forms of Battle, named [Man-made Disaster]!
Harnessing misfortune to kill both oneself and the enemy.
The evil of man-made disasters, even worse than natural ones.
Gan Changan, being the source of misfortune himself, disintegrated his own sword momentum from within.
Although it had only been suppressed for an instant, the Fate Sword Technique self-repaired, twisted back, and the sword momentum gathered once more.
Yet Dou Zhao had already seized the moment to release the next strike.
The sense of destruction in his eyes had vanished, becoming radiant and dazzling once again.
The Tianxiao Sword, a heavy broadsword with a thick spine, usually swung with wide and heavy strokes, powerful enough to cleave the heavens and split the earth.
This strike, however, fell extremely lightly.
Feather-light…
It touched the hilt of the Dance in Hand.
To be precise, Gan Changan skillfully wielded his blade, and just before the Tianxiao Sword could descend upon him, he caught it with the hilt of Dance in Hand.
This four-inch Little Knife, in Gan Changan’s hand, stood firm like an Iron Wall or Copper Rampart, not letting enemies pass, nor letting wind or rain fall.