The white light pillar slammed into Dao Lord Taichu, scorching his entire body black. His clothes were burned away, much of his hair was singed, and he looked utterly miserable.
Yet Dao Lord Taichu did not fall. He slowly climbed to his feet, his body trembling violently, his face deathly pale, his limbs still twitching without pause as though he were about to faint at any moment.
He had not died, but he was severely wounded and already at the end of his strength. He could collapse at any time.
"This guy actually didn't die!"
"How is that possible? That was one of Saint Luo Tian's moves! It was no weaker than his previous attack, yet Dao Lord Taichu survived!"
Seeing that Dao Lord Taichu had not died, everyone cried out in shock, unable to believe the outcome.
Saint Luo Tian's gaze darkened. Seeing that Dao Lord Taichu was still alive, he felt a faint sense of unease, but he did not take it too seriously. In his view, Dao Lord Taichu was already in an abysmal state.
"You still won't die? Then die."
Saint Luo Tian took a step forward, preparing to rush over and finish Dao Lord Taichu off. He intended to take Dao Lord Taichu's Nascent Soul and refine it into a puppet to serve him in the future.
Swish! Swish!
Suddenly, hundreds of flying swords appeared out of thin air around Dao Lord Taichu. Each sword contained sharp sword intent; once unleashed, they could mince a person into pulp.
When Saint Luo Tian saw the flying swords appear around Dao Lord Taichu, he immediately frowned. "I never expected you to be so cunning. You actually hid these flying swords within the surrounding stone walls, keeping even me from noticing them."
"Hmph. Even if you had noticed,