Dao Lord Taichu slowly rose to his feet, a trace of gravity appearing on his face.
He had never expected the Nameless Sword Saint to possess such formidable strength. In his thousands of years of cultivation, he had never encountered an opponent like this.
Dao Lord Taichu took a deep breath, determined to go all out without holding anything back.
A faint golden light began to emanate from his body, weaving around him into a shield that stood before him.
An ancient Jade Talisman appeared in Dao Lord Taichu's hand, its surface covered in mysterious Runes.
With a light wave of his hand, the Jade Talisman transformed into a streak of golden Flowing Light and flew toward the Nameless Sword Saint.
The Nameless Sword Saint did not retreat. His sword swung once more, turning into a streak of purple sword light that collided with Dao Lord Taichu's golden Flowing Light.
Where the two forces met, violent energy fluctuations erupted through the air, kicking up a skyful of sand and dust.
The sword light and Flowing Light tangled together, neither gaining the upper hand. Yet the Nameless Sword Saint did not stop. His body closed in on Dao Lord Taichu like lightning, and strike after strike came crashing down, his swordsmanship as fierce and relentless as a storm.
Dao Lord Taichu frowned tightly and defended with all his strength, but the Nameless Sword Saint's attacks grew increasingly ferocious, gradually gaining the advantage.
Every slash carried a lethal threat, as if it would knock Dao Lord Taichu to the ground.
However, Dao Lord Taichu was unwilling to accept defeat. Golden light burst from his body again, and he slowly rose into the air, as though he were about to merge with heaven and earth.
A vast wave of energy erupted from within