Dao Lord Taichu did not know that his luck had already been exceptionally good, because he was still alive.
"Bastard, I'll fight you to the death!" Seeing the Old Man's arrogance, Dao Lord Taichu could no longer contain the fury in his heart. With an enraged roar, he charged at the Old Man.
"Hahaha!" Watching Dao Lord Taichu rush toward him, the Old Man laughed loudly. "Overestimating yourself!" With a wave of his right hand, a gigantic palm imprint flew out from it.
The enormous palm imprint hurtled toward Dao Lord Taichu.
Boom! The gigantic palm imprint collided with Dao Lord Taichu, triggering a violent explosion. A powerful gust of force spread in every direction, destroying all the surrounding trees and reducing them to powder.
"Pfft!"
Dao Lord Taichu spat out a mouthful of blood. He felt as though his internal organs were about to be shattered, and he had suffered severe internal injuries. His face was deathly pale.
"Dao Lord Taichu, I never expected you to be this capable! You actually managed to block one of my attacks!" The Old Man looked at Dao Lord Taichu with mockery in his eyes.
"Who exactly are you?" Dao Lord Taichu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and asked.
"Who am I? Take a guess. Among those who cultivate the demon race's techniques, I rank in the top three!" the Old Man said calmly as he looked at Dao Lord Taichu.
"The White-haired Ghost King of the Heavenly Demon Palace!" Upon hearing this, Dao Lord Taichu immediately realized the Old Man's identity.
"Since you know my name, you should understand my methods! Let me tell you, you'd best obediently come back with me. Otherwise, I'll slice your flesh off piece by piece!" the White-haired Ghost King said coldly, his