As soon as the words fell, Lin Taichu raised his hand and threw a punch.
The fist energy behind Lin Taichu's punch was vast and majestic, like an erupting volcano.
Their fists collided with a deafening explosion. Terrifying shockwaves swept outward, kicking up dust that filled the sky.
Thud, thud! Thud, thud...
After a single exchange, Lin Taichu staggered back three steps, his face slightly pale. He lowered his head to look at his left arm and saw five deep claw marks, with blood seeping from them.
"Damn it!" Lin Taichu cursed.
"You little bastard, I told you long ago that I'm far stronger than you. Today, I'll send you to Hell." The man sneered and pounced at Lin Taichu again. His right hand formed a seal as Demonic Essence surged through his body, and billowing black mist spilled from him, winding around his right arm.
"Nine Netherworlds immortal extermination art—Myriad Ghosts Devour Souls!" the man roared. A heart-pounding aura erupted from his body. Then he flicked his right hand, and a demonic claw wrapped in black mist shot out, viciously grabbing for Lin Taichu's head.
A cold glint flashed in Lin Taichu's eyes, and a trace of madness flickered in their depths. A cruel curve rose at the corner of his lips.
"Since you want so badly to turn me into your puppet, then let's see who decides whose life and death!" Lin Taichu roared, his eyes turning blood-red.
Then Lin Taichu threw back his head and howled. His aura grew even more terrifying, making even the void tremble.
"Die, little bastard." The demon man sneered. His body suddenly sprang into the air, and he slammed a palm down at Lin Taichu. Black demonic energy surged like a tide, blocking Lin Taichu's vision.
Madness flashed in Lin Taichu's eyes