Saint Emperor Yanluo

Saint Emperor Yanluo snorted coldly. The Golden Spear in his hand danced, its blossoms blooming like lotuses as it resisted Dao Lord Taichu.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Sparks flew. After several exchanges, Dao Lord Taichu grew fiercer with every battle. His swordsmanship was strange and unpredictable, appearing without warning like an antelope hanging its horns, leaving others defenseless. His sword light was like a venomous serpent, yet also like a ghost.

"What strange swordsmanship!" Saint Emperor Yanluo frowned slightly, but his combat strength was extraordinary. He did not fear Dao Lord Taichu's swordsmanship in the slightest. He unleashed a spear technique, his spear striking like a dragon with unmatched ferocity as he clashed head-on with Dao Lord Taichu!

Cling, clang, clang...

Spear light filled the sky, like raindrops falling upon a lake and stirring endless ripples.

As the two fought, the battle grew increasingly intense. Dao Lord Taichu's daoist robe snapped in the wind, while a hazy azure mist swirled around his body. The mist condensed into a blurry figure, which merged with Dao Lord Taichu's body in time with his movements.

Dao Lord Taichu seemed to transform into a deity, every gesture carrying destructive power.

His sword grew sharper and sharper. Sword light crisscrossed, and a vast majesty spread outward, as though it could crush the Myriad Worlds and annihilate all living beings.

Boom!

With a thunderous roar, Dao Lord Taichu finally defeated Saint Emperor Yanluo. Saint Emperor Yanluo's armor shattered, and a bloody hole appeared in his chest. His chest had nearly been pierced through as his body flew backward a hundred meters before stopping.

Pfft!

He spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes wide as he stared at Dao Lord Taichu in disbelief.

He had actually lost?

This was simply unimaginable. His physical body had long since