This was a supreme treasure, its power towering to the heavens. It shattered Dao Lord Taichu's defenses in a single strike and nearly pierced straight through him.
His palm throbbed with pain, the web between his thumb and forefinger split open, and it nearly broke. He had been wounded by that Short Blade, a terrifying and mysterious Treasure Tool.
Clang
Suddenly, the Short Blade trembled and released a razor-sharp sword qi that cleaved through the void and slashed toward his head.
Clang
Everyone was stunned by the sight. Dao Lord Taichu raised his Golden Mace to meet it, blocking the strike.
With a clang, the Short Blade was knocked back and sent flying away.
Two cold bolts of lightning shot from Tian Yuan Saint Ancestor's eyes. Ignoring the pain in his hands, he controlled the Short Blade and charged forward to kill.
Dao Lord Taichu refused to yield as well, facing him with all his strength, a Fang Tian Hua Ji in hand.
By now, he had completely calmed down. He knew a bitter battle lay ahead, and he had to remain cautious.
Rumble...
The two fought fiercely, shaking mountains and rivers until the sun and moon lost their light. The surrounding mountain ranges were leveled, while massive boulders thousands of feet across were hurled into the air.
In the end, Tian Yuan Saint Ancestor was wounded. His left arm was severed and blood streamed down from it. Though the Short Blade had been blocked, it had still grazed Dao Lord Taichu's arm.
Dao Lord Taichu gripped the Fang Tian Hua Ji in his other hand and thrust it forward, intending to kill this enemy.
With a whoosh.
A streak of cold light shot over. The Short Blade rapidly shrank, finally turning into a dagger that flew straight for his