Dao Lord Taichu halted abruptly, and the long whip behind him suddenly exploded, transforming into countless streaks of spiritual light that wrapped around the enormous battle halberd.
"Rumble..."
The battle halberd and long whip canceled each other out, their terrifying shockwaves spreading in every direction and grinding the void into a mess.
The two each retreated some distance, their expressions equally grim.
Dao Lord Taichu's lips had gone pale, and a trace of shock filled his eyes.
Hong Soul, however, was brimming with vigor.
Both were cultivators of the sword. Once they clashed, the collision of their sword arts became terrifyingly powerful, and neither dared underestimate the other.
"Little beast, I must kill you here today. Otherwise, would not my lifetime of fame, Hong Soul's fame, be ruined in a single day?"
Hong Soul stared darkly at Dao Lord Taichu, his eyes blazing with hatred. With a flash of his body, he lunged at Dao Lord Taichu.
As Dao Lord Taichu watched Hong Soul attack again, a cold expression surfaced on his face. With a flick of his hand, the longsword in his grasp flew free, transforming into a roaring dragon that pounced toward Hong Soul.
"Clang!"
The two weapons collided in midair with an ear-splitting boom. Rings of ripples spread in all directions from the point of impact.
"Pfft!"
Hong Soul spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered back repeatedly, his expression turning utterly ugly.
"How could this be? This longsword actually possesses such power—it forced me back!" Hong Soul's eyes widened, disbelief filling them.
Dao Lord Taichu snorted coldly. Purple radiance flickered around him, and the violet glow on his longsword became even more dazzling.
"Boy, die!"
A terrifying aura erupted from Hong Soul. As he swung his spear, it instantly transformed into tens of millions of