Dao Lord Taichu narrowed his eyes slightly. He could tell how formidable that kick was; it had definitely surpassed the full-force strike of an ordinary Saint.
Whoosh!
He evaded the kick, shifting several hundred meters sideways before throwing a punch.
A blazing sun rose, illuminating the entire void and burning the heavens as it fiercely struck toward Tian Yuan Saint Ancestor's chest.
"Trifling tricks!"
Tian Yuan Saint Ancestor snorted coldly and waved his sleeve. A layer of dark clouds emerged, instantly enveloping the blazing sun.
Sizzle!
The sound of corrosion came from within the dark clouds.
Dao Lord Taichu's flames were actually unable to break through the dark clouds and were swallowed up.
"This is no ordinary dark cloud. It is condensed from spirit mist that I fused into a spirit treasure, specially made to counter the rigidly yang flames of you Cultivators. Hehehe..." Tian Yuan Saint Ancestor said smugly.
Whoosh!
Then, he stretched out a massive claw and grabbed for Dao Lord Taichu's head.
Clang!
With a crisp ring, armor appeared around Dao Lord Taichu's body. It was a defensive secret treasure forged from his own bloodline, providing airtight protection.
Tian Yuan Saint Ancestor's claw left five deep marks on the armor, but it did not break Dao Lord Taichu's defense.
"Hm?"
Tian Yuan Saint Ancestor looked surprised, then smashed down with another punch.
This punch shattered countless spacetime realms and destroyed everything.
Clang!
This time, Dao Lord Taichu activated another suit of armor.
It was an ancient-looking set of armor that radiated brilliant golden light. Symbols swirled around it, making it seem like some supreme treasure.
Dao Lord Taichu activated the armor and engaged Tian Yuan Saint Ancestor in battle.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
As the two fought, all manner of secret techniques erupted without end.
Boom! Boom! Boom...