This attack was no longer as violent as before, but steadier and more exquisite.
His long spear moved like a silver serpent, constantly probing Dao Lord Taichu's defenses as it danced, searching for openings.
Dao Lord Taichu felt the pressure mounting. He had no choice but to devote himself fully to the battle to withstand the silver-robed man's assault.
Their battle entered its fiercest stage, every clash setting off explosive bursts in the valley air.
Their powers collided without cease, scattering sparks in all directions.
Dao Lord Taichu's brows gradually furrowed. He realized that his opponent was not to be underestimated; this would not be an easy victory.
A vicious gleam flickered in the silver-robed man's eyes. He had gradually grasped the secrets of Dao Lord Taichu's swordsmanship and began launching targeted attacks.
His spear relentlessly thrust toward Dao Lord Taichu's vital points, threatening his life.
Dao Lord Taichu's figure flickered in and out of focus, following like a shadow, yet he too was gradually beginning to feel exhausted.
This battle had already gone on for a long time, consuming a great deal of true essence and energy.
He understood that if he could not deal with this silver-robed man soon, he would likely fall into a disadvantage.
The clash between the two grew ever more intense in the valley, sword qi and spear light intertwining.
Dao Lord Taichu's brow creased slightly, his heart filled with unease.
This silver-robed man's strength far exceeded his expectations, and his combat experience was equally abundant. His ability to counter Dao Lord Taichu's swordsmanship was also steadily improving.
The silver-robed man laughed loudly. As his spear danced, it resembled a silver serpent emerging from its lair, moving so quickly that Dao Lord Taichu could barely evade it.
Every thrust seemed aimed at his heart,