"Damn it, this brat's attacks are too powerful. Even this still can't injure his attacks!" Saint Ancestor Ziyang cursed inwardly.
"Pfft...!"
Dao Lord Taichu thrust his spear through Saint Ancestor Ziyang's shoulder.
"Argh...!" Saint Ancestor Ziyang roared as he swung the purple treasure sword in his hand at Dao Lord Taichu. His eyes turned black.
His entire face twisted, black lines spreading across it, making him look savage and terrifying.
"Blade of Slaughter!"
Dao Lord Taichu swung the Slaughter Divine Spear in his hand and thrust it toward Saint Ancestor Ziyang's body.
"Pfft!"
After piercing two-thirds of the way into Saint Ancestor Ziyang's body, the Slaughter Divine Spear suddenly stopped. Dao Lord Taichu discovered that no matter what he did, he could not pierce through Saint Ancestor Ziyang's body.
"Hmph, do you think you've already won just because you have a magical treasure? Let me tell you, I possess a special cultivation technique that can make my body incomparably hard. Even your magical treasure cannot break through my defenses." Saint Ancestor Ziyang laughed.
A black skull head appeared in his hand. It spun continuously, transmitting a terrifying pulling force toward Dao Lord Taichu, attempting to suck out the power within his body.
Dao Lord Taichu found that his body was beginning to stiffen. No matter what he did, he could not break free from the pulling force of the purple skull.
"Damn it, you truly are powerful," Dao Lord Taichu said loudly, desperately circulating the spiritual power within his body to resist the purple skull's pull.
Seeing that Dao Lord Taichu was under his control, Saint Ancestor Ziyang laughed. "Well, brat? You've been controlled by me! You're my prisoner now, so stop struggling."
Dao Lord Taichu frowned. "Hmph, you are indeed powerful, but I do not fear you. Today, I