Dao Lord Taichu roared and drove the Immortal Cauldron with all his might, trying to block the Treasure Mirror.
With a deafening clang, sparks flew everywhere. Dao Lord Taichu coughed up blood and was sent flying, smashing through a cluster of peaks before crashing to the ground and vomiting blood.
All of this happened in the blink of an eye. Tian Yuan Saint Ancestor held an absolute advantage and intended to kill Dao Lord Taichu.
"Junior, don't run!"
From afar, a hand reached over, blotting out the sky. Its magical power was vast and covered in Runes. A Saint Emperor had arrived.
Tian Yuan Saint Ancestor snorted coldly and extended a palm of his own to meet that massive hand.
Crack!
He crushed the huge hand in a single grip. Then, his eyes turned icy as he transformed into a divine rainbow and pursued Dao Lord Taichu.
Whoosh!
He pointed a finger. This strike was no small matter, tearing through the firmament as it shot toward Dao Lord Taichu's brow, seeking to destroy his Sea of Consciousness.
Bang!
Dao Lord Taichu swung the Chaos Bell in his hand and blocked the blow, but his entire right arm instantly cracked apart, nearly exploding.
Dao Lord Taichu's expression darkened. Tian Yuan Saint Ancestor was far too powerful. He was no match for him; not only had his body been battered to ruin, even his primordial spirit had nearly been shattered.
Boom!
Suddenly, his body trembled. A broken stele appeared in his already cracked left hand. It was very unusual, bearing several strange patterns.
Boom!
In an instant, light shot into the heavens from the broken stele. Stream after stream of rosy radiance rose up, countless auspicious lights shining forth. The broken stele was actually reviving on its own.
Clang!
A sword cry