Chapter Eight Hundred and Fifty-One: Very Tenacious
Crack! The black thing's body shattered into powder, but it did not disappear. Instead, it grew even denser.
"Hmph!" Dao Lord Taichu snorted coldly. Forming hand seals with both hands, he summoned Golden Flames at his fingertips. As his hand seals changed, the Golden Flames burned fiercely, quickly incinerating the black mist completely.
"Hahaha!" The middle-aged man suddenly threw back his head and laughed. "Kid, it seems you really are quite tenacious! Let's see how long you can hold out!"
The middle-aged man shouted, stamped his feet, and a terrifying force instantly surged from within his body.
That force immediately transformed into countless densely packed sword lights, which attacked Dao Lord Taichu.
Boom! Dao Lord Taichu rapidly formed seals with both hands and recited an obscure, mysterious incantation. As the chant ended, he flicked a finger, shooting a Golden Flame from it.
Wherever the flame passed, the sword lights vanished one after another.
"How is this possible?" the middle-aged man cried out, his face filled with disbelief.
Dao Lord Taichu smiled faintly. "Why would it be impossible? Watch carefully!" With that, he flicked his finger again, sending another flame flying from his fingertip.
Bang! The flame struck the middle-aged man, making him spit out another mouthful of blood. His entire body was scorched black by the flames once more.
"Who exactly are you?" the middle-aged man asked in panic.
"Who am I? I'm merely an ordinary Cultivator. I have only one goal, and that is you," Dao Lord Taichu said.
"You!" The middle-aged man was furious beyond measure.
"Enough. I'll send you on your way now, so I won't have to seek revenge on you later." After saying that, Dao Lord Taichu charged straight at the middle-aged man.
"Don't even think about it!"