Chapter 811: The Price
The black-clothed man stared at Dao Lord Taichu with a gloomy expression, thinking to himself, Hmph, just wait to be killed by me. You are not even worthy of being my enemy!
The black-clothed man slowly approached Dao Lord Taichu while controlling the longsword in his hand.
Whoosh!
The black-clothed man suddenly turned into a cloud of black mist and lunged at Dao Lord Taichu. At the same time, his mouth continuously emitted the grating sound of teeth grinding against each other, making everyone who heard it deeply uncomfortable.
Seeing the black-clothed man charge at him, Dao Lord Taichu immediately swung his massive sword to meet him. He could also sense the black-clothed man's formidable aura.
Dao Lord Taichu's sword collided with the black-clothed man's, producing a deafening boom. A powerful force surged from the two swords, forcing Dao Lord Taichu back several steps.
Dao Lord Taichu had not expected the black-clothed man to be so powerful. His cultivation was far above Dao Lord Taichu's, and he even possessed such a formidable treasure. It seemed that he was truly in danger today.
A grave look appeared in Dao Lord Taichu's eyes.
Seeing that he had defeated Dao Lord Taichu with a single strike, the black-clothed man was overjoyed. He burst into laughter and said to Dao Lord Taichu, "Kid, you are dead!"
Dao Lord Taichu was greatly displeased upon hearing this. He was, after all, a powerhouse in his own right, yet this man addressed him in such a manner. It irked him greatly.
Hmph!
Dao Lord Taichu snorted coldly. His figure instantly vanished from where he stood, and when he reappeared, he was holding a golden iron staff that he swung at the black-clothed man.
The black-clothed man was shocked to see Dao Lord Taichu