Chapter 1,239
Emperor Wujian Yao spoke indifferently, his tone filled with contempt and mockery. Then his black robe billowed, and streams of Demonic Mist spread from his body. Within the black mist, vicious ghosts howled, making it seem exceptionally evil.
Dao Lord Taichu frowned. He knew that Emperor Wujian Yao had used some secret technique to temporarily raise his cultivation.
"Worthy of a Demon Emperor, indeed. But if you think you can win, keep dreaming."
Dao Lord Taichu sneered, and his figure vanished.
Rumble...
A massive sword of death materialized in the sky, radiating a terrifying murderous aura. With a flash of sword light, it tore through the void and viciously slashed toward Emperor Wujian Yao, swift as thunder and too fast to react to.
"Hmph, a paltry trick!"
Emperor Wujian Yao snorted and grabbed the terrifying sword light. Wisps of white smoke rose from his arm as his flesh was sliced open and blood streamed down.
"This is..."
A look of surprise appeared on his face before he gave a cold laugh and spat out a drop of Essence Blood.
The drop of Essence Blood burned and transformed into a pitch-black spear.
"Go!"
The black spear turned into a streak of Flowing Light, instantly piercing through the sword of death before stabbing into Dao Lord Taichu's chest.
Splurt...
Dao Lord Taichu's body was pierced through, leaving a gaping hole as blood sprayed out. He fell to the ground.
"Hehehe, Dao Lord Taichu, you have still lost in the end. Die!"
Emperor Wujian Yao grinned viciously and raised his foot to stomp down.
"Who told you I lost?"
At that moment, Dao Lord Taichu strangely climbed back to his feet and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
His body had just been pierced through by that strike,