"Hmph! You are nothing more than a tiny ant. What right do you have to negotiate terms with me? I'd like to see what tricks you possess!" Dao Lord Taichu said.
Seeing that Dao Lord Taichu would not fall for his ploy, Long Wutian was instantly consumed by rage. Blinding golden light burst from his body, and a devastating pressure instantly destroyed the surrounding houses. A vast section of ground collapsed, and every structure was reduced to ruins.
Yang Chan was badly frightened. She hid behind Dao Lord Taichu, trembling all over.
Boom!
A thunderclap rang out as a bolt of purple lightning struck Dao Lord Taichu's shoulder. His right shoulder went numb, and he nearly fell over, saved only by Bai Ling'er supporting him.
Bai Ling'er had not expected Long Wutian's attack to be so fierce. Fortunately, Dao Lord Taichu had dodged in time; otherwise, his shoulder would likely have been blown apart.
"Hmph! Boy, you actually evaded that attack of mine. It seems you do have some skill, but you still won't escape."
As Long Wutian spoke, he threw another punch at Dao Lord Taichu. That punch contained the Dragon Clan's supremely fierce and masculine power. If it struck someone, death would be certain, and it could even destroy the opponent's physical body.
Dao Lord Taichu hurriedly summoned the Chaos Bell to block the punch. He felt as if an entire layer of skin had been torn from his shoulder, and the pain was excruciating.
"Hmph! You dare attack me? Are you courting death?" Dao Lord Taichu snorted coldly.
Long Wutian gave a cold snort. "I want to see whether you truly have what it takes to oppose my Dragon Clan. I will tear you into ten thousand pieces!"
As he spoke, Long Wutian struck a palm toward