Dao Lord Taichu looked coldly at the fallen Phantom Blade Emperor. He knew this battle had ended in victory.
He slowly descended and stopped beside the Blade Emperor.
The Blade Emperor groaned in agony, feeling his life slipping away.
Dao Lord Taichu stared at him without the slightest trace of pity.
"You lost, Blade Emperor." Dao Lord Taichu's voice was cold and firm.
Phantom Blade Emperor struggled to raise his head, his eyes filled with resentment and fury.
Dao Lord Taichu smiled faintly and said to the dying Blade Emperor, "You truly were an exceptional swordsman, but you chose the wrong enemy." With a gentle wave of his hand, a streak of Golden Sword Qi descended once more, severing the Blade Emperor's head and ending his life.
The Blade Emperor's corpse collapsed to the ground, blood continuously pouring out and gradually staining the earth red.
Dao Lord Taichu turned and left, sweeping his gaze across the surroundings as he vigilantly watched for any other potential threats.
Just then, a sharp Wind Blade suddenly struck, shooting straight for Dao Lord Taichu's back.
Dao Lord Taichu reacted instantly. With a flash of his body, he evaded the Wind Blade, though his robe was slashed open, revealing a thin bloody mark on his skin.
A figure silently emerged from the distant shadows, holding a longsword that glinted with cold light. His gaze was icy and ruthless.
This man was the Mysterious Swordsman who had been lurking in the dark, observing the battle.
Dao Lord Taichu coldly watched this suddenly appearing opponent. Though wary, he was not alarmed.
He knew he was facing another formidable challenger.
The Mysterious Swordsman slowly approached, his eyes brimming with confidence and fighting spirit.
He said, "Dao Lord Taichu, your strength is indeed formidable, but I do not believe