Dao Lord Taichu looked at the black shadow opposite him, his brows slightly furrowed. He knew that a fierce battle was likely unavoidable today.
"Hmph, you think you can kill me with such petty tricks? You're looking down on me far too much!" Dao Lord Taichu said coldly. Although he could feel his cultivation rapidly declining, he knew he would not be so easily killed by this fellow, so he was not overly worried.
When Qian Hong saw Dao Lord Taichu's expression, a trace of mockery appeared on his face. Then his body slowly rose into the air and soon transformed into a gigantic dragon hundreds of zhang long.
The dragon was black as ink from head to toe. Its head and limbs were black, and its eyes flickered with an eerie green light. Dense black mist emanated from its entire dragon body, making it look extremely sinister.
"Haha, my spirit body was forged from countless resentful souls. I don't believe you can destroy it!" Qian Hong said arrogantly, his tone brimming with confidence.
His confidence did not come from his strength, but from this spirit body. It had been tempered by countless resentful souls, and both its soul and spirit body had reached an exceptionally sturdy state. Even the power of a Demon King could not shake him.
Dao Lord Taichu narrowed his eyes, his gaze filled with gravity.
Qian Hong looked at Dao Lord Taichu's expression and revealed a disdainful smile.
"Looks like you've been scared stupid. Haha, weren't you going to kill me? What are you standing there for? Hurry up and make your move. Otherwise, you'll end up like those people I lured here and become my puppet!" Qian Hong shouted arrogantly.
"Hmph, your spirit body truly is formidable, but let me tell you this: meeting