Chapter Seven Hundred Ninety-Four: Not So Simple
"Hmph! Trying to run? Too late!" the Old Man snorted coldly, his figure swiftly giving chase.
Bang! Bang! Bang! The Old Man flashed forward and appeared before Dao Lord Taichu in the blink of an eye, then threw a vicious punch.
Boom!
With a deafening crash, Dao Lord Taichu was struck by the Old Man's fist once more. He flew backward and, upon landing, gouged a deep trench into the ground. Blood spilled from his mouth, his face turned pale, and his clothes were torn to shreds.
Just as his body steadied itself, he sensed immense danger closing in. The Old Man's punch, carrying world-destroying power, hurtled toward his head.
The punch was incredibly fast. He did not even have time to react and could only meet it head-on.
Dao Lord Taichu gritted his teeth. Blazing golden light burst from his eyes as he swung his right arm and punched toward the incoming fist.
Rumble!
The two engaged in a fierce battle on the ground. The pressure radiating from their bodies intimidated the surrounding flowers, grass, and trees, making them tremble.
Dao Lord Taichu was struck by the Old Man and sent flying several thousand meters away, smashing a huge crater into the ground.
His body struggled on the ground a few times, but he ultimately failed to get back up.
The Old Man landed beside Dao Lord Taichu and looked at him. "You were not confused by the Illusion Technique? It seems you are quite extraordinary!"
Upon hearing that, Dao Lord Taichu cursed inwardly, What nonsense! If I'd been confused by you, you would've killed me long ago. Would you still be standing here acting so smug?
The Old Man chuckled. "You possess such strength at such a young age. Your talent