He stared at Ancestor Saint Yuan, trying to find his weakness.
Ancestor Saint Yuan stared back at Dao Lord Taichu, his gaze profound and utterly unflustered.
He knew that at this moment, any lapse would cost him his chance at victory.
He silently watched Dao Lord Taichu's movements, trying to find an opening.
Suddenly, Dao Lord Taichu flashed forward and lunged at Ancestor Saint Yuan.
He was incredibly fast, like lightning.
Ancestor Saint Yuan reacted at once and charged at Dao Lord Taichu as well. The two clashed once more.
Their figures darted through the air, producing piercing howls of wind.
The longsword in Dao Lord Taichu's hand gleamed with golden light, as bright as the sun.
Ancestor Saint Yuan, meanwhile, wielded a long spear whose tip shimmered with a cold gleam.
They exchanged dozens of moves without either gaining the upper hand.
Their speed and technique were both exceptional, and neither gave the other an opening.
However, Dao Lord Taichu gradually felt his strength being depleted. He knew he could not go on like this.
He abruptly accelerated his assault, his longsword streaking across the sky like a rainbow.
Ancestor Saint Yuan transformed into a Flowing Light, like a massive dragon soaring through the air as he lunged fiercely at Dao Lord Taichu.
Their attacks struck almost simultaneously. Dao Lord Taichu's longsword collided with Ancestor Saint Yuan's spear in midair with a tremendous crash.
A powerful blast of air erupted at once, sweeping up all the surrounding grass and trees.
Amid that powerful gale, Dao Lord Taichu and Ancestor Saint Yuan were both sent flying.
They landed in different places, gasping for breath as the wounds on their bodies began to bleed.
Dao Lord Taichu quickly climbed to his feet and tightened his grip on his longsword, his eyes