With a bang, Dao Lord Taichu was struck and sent flying. This time, his body cracked open, blood spraying everywhere.
This was a divine weapon. Though damaged, it was still terrifying. It was Tian Yuan Saint Ancestor's life-saving trump card. If Dao Lord Taichu had not possessed that strange Treasure Tool, he might truly have been slain.
Tian Yuan Saint Ancestor radiated killing intent. He had not expected Dao Lord Taichu to possess such methods, and it pained him greatly.
After that fierce battle, he had suffered many losses. This damaged ancient painting had been wasted as well.
Dao Lord Taichu coughed up blood, his body hunched over as he struggled to rise. A bone-chilling cold glinted in his eyes. He had not expected things to turn out this way.
Tian Yuan Saint Ancestor strode forward, divine radiance swirling around him like a god. He stretched out a massive hand toward Dao Lord Taichu, carrying an icy gale.
This was a supreme Divine Ability he had mastered, called the Dragon Seizing Claw. It specifically targeted the soul. Once caught, both body and soul would be destroyed. This was an inheritance from a forbidden realm, incomparably tyrannical.
Tian Yuan Saint Ancestor was enraged. He sensed that this fellow still had tricks up his sleeve and intended to escape. His face darkened as he slapped down, blotting out the sky. The heavens turned black. This was a supreme Divine Ability said to be capable of capturing immortals; countless gods and demons had met their bitter ends beneath it.
This strike was too terrifying, aimed directly at Dao Lord Taichu's brow. That was the Sea of Consciousness, the vital gate of a cultivator, not to be touched lightly. Otherwise, both body and soul would surely perish.
Dao Lord Taichu's pupils contracted. This was