"Dao Lord Taichu, get down here and fight!"
Young Master Qingshan spoke coldly, his gaze like lightning as he stared at Dao Lord Taichu.
"I won't fight you."
Dao Lord Taichu replied indifferently, not taking Young Master Qingshan seriously at all.
"Courting death!"
Young Master Qingshan flew into a rage. He took a step forward, and an incomparably terrifying aura erupted from his body.
Rumble...!
A towering blaze surged forth. Young Master Qingshan stood bathed in a sea of fire, like a deity of raging flames.
"What formidable strength."
Dao Lord Taichu narrowed his eyes. He could sense how powerful Young Master Qingshan was; he could only barely contend with him.
"Kill!"
Suddenly, Young Master Qingshan roared and unleashed fist seal after fist seal.
Rumble...
The heavens trembled as flaming fist radiance swept toward Dao Lord Taichu, blotting out the sky. The violent fist energy seemed capable of destroying heaven and earth, burning all things to ash.
"Break!"
Dao Lord Taichu said coldly, swinging the long saber in his hand.
Bang!
The saber struck Young Master Qingshan's fist seal, unleashing violent shockwaves. Invisible ripples spread in all directions, forcing the surrounding spectators to retreat. Some of the weaker cultivators were even shaken until blood spurted from their mouths and noses.
The exchange ended in a near draw. Neither could gain the upper hand over the other.
"You do have some skill. No wonder you dared challenge the dignity of my Myriad Monster Sect."
Young Master Qingshan snorted.
"You talk too much. I'll send you to the afterlife now. A mere lackey like you thinks he is worthy of speaking to me?"
Dao Lord Taichu's eyes turned icy. Then he leaped into the air, his sword flashing across the sky as it slashed down toward Young Master Qingshan with lightning speed.