Dao Lord Taichu's palm force flickered in and out of existence, seemingly unremarkable, yet every palm wind he unleashed shook the spiritual energy around him, forming countless waves of air.
Ancestor Saint Yuan's palm force, meanwhile, was incomparably sharp. Every palm wind he struck out tore through the air, as keen as a blade.
Their moves grew ever fiercer. Every collision twisted the space around them, as though the entire expanse were trembling.
Dao Lord Taichu's figure flashed continuously. He seemed to be circling about, yet he avoided every attack from Ancestor Saint Yuan.
Ancestor Saint Yuan gradually furrowed his brow. He sensed that something was wrong. Dao Lord Taichu's movement technique was so profound that it had caught him completely off guard.
Suddenly, Dao Lord Taichu stopped moving, and a strange glint flashed through his eyes.
He raised his palm, and a streak of blue light shot from his hand, hurtling straight toward Ancestor Saint Yuan.
Ancestor Saint Yuan felt a surge of danger and hurriedly raised his palm to block it, but he was a step too late.
The blue light pierced straight through his palm, leaving behind a deep wound.
Ancestor Saint Yuan staggered back several steps in pain, his face somewhat pale.
He had not expected Dao Lord Taichu to be so ruthless. Even he had been caught off guard.
He snorted coldly, and his fists once more gathered powerful spiritual energy as he charged at Dao Lord Taichu.
Dao Lord Taichu's expression did not change. He casually waved his palm, producing a soft sound.
The air around him seemed drawn by a mysterious force, forming a barrier of force that completely blocked Ancestor Saint Yuan's attack.
Ancestor Saint Yuan's expression shifted slightly. An invisible pressure radiated from Dao Lord Taichu, making him feel distinctly uncomfortable.