You Still Dare Fight Me?

Dao Lord Taichu sneered. Sword light condensed anew as his gaze locked onto the fallen King of Hundred Battles. Without mercy, he strode toward him.

"King of Hundred Battles, your strength is far from enough. You still dare fight me?" Dao Lord Taichu's voice was cold and merciless, carrying arrogance and disdain.

Although King of Hundred Battles had been wounded by the impact of the sword light, his eyes remained filled with determination.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and struggled to his feet.

He knew that retreating now would only make the situation even more unfavorable.

"Dao Lord Taichu, you are indeed powerful, but I, King of Hundred Battles, have never feared any challenge!" King of Hundred Battles gritted his teeth. His aura surged once more, and his shield condensed again, stronger than before.

A flicker of excitement flashed through Dao Lord Taichu's eyes. He longed to find an opponent who could match him, and this battle was a precious opportunity for him.

The two powerful figures clashed again. Every collision unleashed violent energy ripples, reducing the surrounding mountains and trees to fragments beneath the shockwaves.

Even the clouds in the sky rippled, as though bearing witness to this supreme duel.

King of Hundred Battles' moves were unpredictable. His movement technique was as swift as lightning, and his swordsmanship was incomparably skilled.

At times, he struck at Dao Lord Taichu's vital points; at others, he became a raging storm, pressing waves of sword qi down upon his opponent.

Dao Lord Taichu, meanwhile, stood like an immovable mountain. His swordsmanship was forceful and powerful, every strike containing the might to destroy heaven and earth.

At times, he swung his sword to split apart King of Hundred Battles' attacks; at others, he drifted aside with agile grace