The Sacred Sword in his hand alternately slashed at King of Hundred Battles's War Axe and transformed into Flowing Light to stab at his opponent's vital points.
King of Hundred Battles showed no weakness. His War Axe swept across the sky, every strike carrying the force of a storm and making the ground tremble.
His physique was extraordinarily powerful. He withstood Dao Lord Taichu's fierce attacks time and again, even counterattacking several times and forcing Dao Lord Taichu to retreat continuously.
Dao Lord Taichu's brows furrowed slightly. He had not underestimated King of Hundred Battles's strength.
This powerful opponent from another world was far stronger than he had imagined, making him feel unbelievable pressure.
Yet it was precisely this pressure that stirred the desire deep within Dao Lord Taichu's heart—the desire to grow stronger and pursue endless power.
With a furious roar, Dao Lord Taichu's body erupted with even more dazzling holy light, and his Sacred Sword shone brilliantly as well.
A powerful force surged through his body, as though it would tear apart every restraint.
He gathered all his strength, determined to sever King of Hundred Battles's head and prove his own might.
Seeing this, King of Hundred Battles refused to yield. His body suddenly grew even larger, his muscles bulging as he stood like an immovable mountain.
His War Axe let out a piercing roar, as if the very heavens and earth were shaking.
His eyes revealed an unyielding will. He would never fall easily.
The two clashed once more. This collision was like two raging tempests meeting, throwing up endless sparks.
Dao Lord Taichu's Sacred Sword slashed toward King of Hundred Battles with the momentum to destroy all things, while King of Hundred Battles's War Axe whipped up whirlwinds in an attempt to suppress Dao Lord Taichu.