Dao Lord Taichu, Your Fate Has Already Been Decided
Zhao Tianyu was simply too powerful. He could not resist him and could only flee in disarray.
His figure swiftly vanished into the sky as he fled south.
"Trying to run? It won't be that easy!"
Zhao Tianyu roared, his body flashing as he gave chase.
His speed was astonishing, covering a thousand miles in an instant. Within a few breaths, he caught up to Dao Lord Taichu and struck out with another palm.
Bang!
Dao Lord Taichu was hit by the palm strike and blasted straight into the ground, leaving the earth deeply caved in.
"Haha, Dao Lord Taichu, an ant like you is only fit to be my slave!"
Zhao Tianyu laughed loudly. His figure flashed, and he charged underground, quickly finding Dao Lord Taichu.
"Arrogant! I'll kill you!"
Dao Lord Taichu roared, terrifying killing intent erupting from his body as he lunged at Zhao Tianyu, intending to tear him to pieces.
Zhao Tianyu did not yield either. Blazing flames ignited around his body, and his speed increased once more. In the blink of an eye, he appeared before Dao Lord Taichu.
The two clashed again. Their battle was incomparably fierce, darkening the heavens and splitting the earth. The ground cracked apart, and ruined walls and broken rubble lay everywhere.
After an incense stick's duration, both of them were panting heavily from exhaustion.
"Damn it, how could this happen? He was clearly injured, so why is he still this powerful?"
Despair appeared on Dao Lord Taichu's face. He had run out of options.
A sharp glint flashed in Zhao Tianyu's eyes, and the corners of his lips curled upward slightly.
"You ant, your fate has already been decided. Die!"
As he spoke, a long saber suddenly condensed beside him.