Dao Lord Taichu swung the sword light in his hand and clashed with him. The golden radiance around his body collided fiercely with the demonic light.
Bang!
Dao Lord Taichu was sent flying backward, forced into repeated retreat by Master of Black Mountain's blow.
His body was nearly shattered by Master of Black Mountain's palm strike.
However, the nascent soul within him bloomed with dazzling light and emitted scorching flames.
His flesh rapidly healed, and before long, it had returned to normal, as though he had not suffered the slightest injury.
Master of Black Mountain's pupils suddenly contracted.
"Damn it! He can heal his wounds so quickly—what kind of secret art is this?" Master of Black Mountain was stunned.
Dao Lord Taichu's body was simply too terrifying, nearly without a single flaw.
"This is a secret art of our human race, called Golden Cicada Sheds Shell. What demonic art is that of yours? Is it cultivated by your demon race?"
Dao Lord Taichu asked, his eyes filled with icy coldness.
"Haha, brat, you underestimate your opponent too much! My secret art is the Taiji Diagram. Your secret art can only be used for defense; you are no match for me at all!" Master of Black Mountain laughed.
"Hmph, no matter what secret art you possess, you must perish here today! I want to see just how formidable your body is!" Dao Lord Taichu roared.
His physical body was truly terrifying, utterly beyond Master of Black Mountain's expectations.
"Brat, you are far too arrogant. I want to see what other Trump Cards you have. Bring them out!" Master of Black Mountain said.
Boom!
Dao Lord Taichu swung the longsword in his hand, and a sun floated in the sky, blooming with dazzling brilliance.
Master of Black Mountain was enraged. This time,