The Nameless Sword Saint gritted his teeth and spun sharply, using a sword technique to block Dao Lord Taichu's fatal strike.
His figure vanished into the golden light, then reappeared at Dao Lord Taichu's rear flank, thrusting his sword toward Dao Lord Taichu's waist with a backhand strike.
A flicker of wariness crossed Dao Lord Taichu's eyes. He swiftly retreated and dodged the Nameless Sword Saint's attack, but his robe was sliced open by the sword qi, and blood seeped from his waist.
"Not bad. You have some skill," Dao Lord Taichu said coldly. He had sensed the Nameless Sword Saint's true prowess. His opponent's swordsmanship was swift and vicious, not to be underestimated.
The Nameless Sword Saint sneered. Sword light flashed as he continued launching fierce attacks at Dao Lord Taichu.
Their sword techniques intertwined as their fighting spirits soared, making for an exceptionally fierce clash.
As time passed, Dao Lord Taichu gradually adapted to the Nameless Sword Saint's rhythm. His figure flickered like a golden phantom through the sword light, attacking, defending, and evading in turn.
The Golden Treasure Sword transformed into endlessly shifting sword techniques in his hand, every strike containing destructive power.
The Nameless Sword Saint's expression gradually turned grave. He too realized that Dao Lord Taichu's strength could not be underestimated. This was no easy duel.
He clenched his teeth, his sword techniques growing ever sharper as he hoped to end the battle quickly.
The battle entered its fiercest stage. Their sword techniques streaked across the sky like meteors, sword qi crisscrossing as a heavy scent of gunpowder filled the air.
The spectators had been completely drawn into the atmosphere of the battle, watching this peerless duel without blinking.
Suddenly, Dao Lord Taichu changed again. He seemed to turn into a golden whirlwind, his sword