Whoosh!
Qing Yi charged swiftly at Dao Lord Taichu, stabbing toward him. The spear in his hand radiated a dazzling light, like a peerless divine weapon, incomparably sharp.
Facing Qing Yi's attack, Dao Lord Taichu neither dodged nor retreated. He likewise thrust his sword toward Qing Yi's spear, the blade blazing with a piercing radiance.
Boom!
Their bodies collided in an instant.
Bang! Bang! Bang...
Dao Lord Taichu and Qing Yi exchanged blows without pause. They moved far too quickly, every move carrying terrifying power. The surrounding space shattered inch by inch, and dreadful shockwaves swept outward, reducing the nearby trees and rocks to powder. Even the ground was ripped into chunks, leaving the area in utter ruin.
Bang!
The two clashed head-on once more. Dao Lord Taichu swiftly retreated several steps, while Qing Yi was blasted backward, crashing down hundreds of meters away with blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
Cough, cough, cough... Qing Yi coughed violently, his expression turning uglier. He had clearly suffered severe injuries.
"How is it? Do you still think you have any chance of winning?" Dao Lord Taichu asked calmly as he looked at Qing Yi.
"You're too powerful. I lost!" Qing Yi said with a bitter smile, thoroughly convinced. He had used all his strength in that last exchange, yet he had never expected to lose so completely—so miserably.
Qing Yi understood that he could not possibly defeat Dao Lord Taichu, so he had no intention of continuing the fight.
Seeing Qing Yi surrender, Dao Lord Taichu was slightly taken aback. However, he was not the sort to press an advantage mercilessly. Looking at Qing Yi, he said, "Leave. Do not provoke me again. There is no grudge between us."
Qing Yi breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing Dao Lord