Primordial Era: Starting with Self-Created Mythical Great Luo Law

Chen Yu's gaze swept over them, devoid of warmth or emotion.

The old grudges between the Tongtian Sect Leader and the Jie Sect had long since broken like rusted iron chains that had been corroded for thousands of years, and could no longer be repaired; and the deadly battle before them was just the first wave of the surging undercurrents beneath the surface.

He slowly exhaled and inhaled, and the golden cudgel hummed as it returned to its sheath, hanging steadily at his waist.

The golden light around him gradually receded, but the heavy pressure was more scorching than the blazing sun and more chilling than cold iron.

"Luo Hou, you've lost." Chen Yu spoke, his voice flat and emotionless, devoid of joy, anger, or pity.

Luo Hou's Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he struggled to raise his head, a bitter smile tugging at his charred face: "Chen Yu, do you really think... victory is assured? How could a mere youth like you possibly comprehend even a fraction of the blood-soaked intricacies between the Tongtian Sect Master and the Sages?"

Chen Yu did not respond, but instead pressed his gaze down heavily. There was no killing intent in his eyes, but they were sharper than a blade, like a silent boundary marker—a warning had been erected and could not be crossed.

He knew perfectly well that the scheme laid out by the Tongtian Sect Master was unfathomably deep, and as his personal disciple, he could only walk forward on the edge of a knife, even if there was an abyss ahead.

Luo Hou clenched his fist, and a jet-black spear materialized out of thin air. The spear was wreathed in Yin energy, its chilling aura penetrating to the bone, causing even the air to ripple slightly.

The God-Slaying Spear—the most vicious weapon of the Intercepting Sect, said to have drunk divine blood, ripped the heavens, and was specifically designed to destroy immortal bodies.

Chen Yu frowned slightly, and alarm bells rang in his mind. The power of this spear was beyond human control, and even more so beyond the power of ordinary people to withstand.

Yet his eyes remained clear and unwavering.

"Luo Hou, you are stubbornly unrepentant."

Chen Yu's voice was low, yet every word was like a nail: "The God-Slaying Spear recognizes its master, not its user. What it wants has never been your hand, but your life."

Luo Hou laughed loudly, his eyes burning with fervor: "The Tongtian Sect Leader has already predicted this day a hundred times over—what I have done is merely in accordance with the will of Heaven."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly launched an attack!

The God-Slaying Spear tore through the sky, its black light surging forth like a demonic calamity falling to earth, carrying a malevolent aura that devoured light, and pierced straight into Chen Yu's heart.

Chen Yu retreated swiftly, narrowly avoiding the spear tip, but the chilling wind still grazed his shoulder armor, stirring up a fine shiver.

In an instant, the wind and clouds reversed, the world lost its color, and space twisted and wrinkled like thin paper.

His mind was as still as an ancient well. The golden cudgel flew from his hand, transforming into a blazing golden rainbow, heading towards the dark shadow that devoured the light.

The gold and black colors collided violently, exploding with blinding light, as if two suns and moons were clashing in mid-air.

As the battle intensified, Chen Yu became increasingly aware of his own limits—the dark power of the God-Slaying Spear was like rootless water, endless and turbulent, like a suffocating tide.

He gripped the staff tightly with both hands and brought it down with a fierce strike! A burst of golden light exploded, like the rising sun breaking through the thick black mist.

Immediately, he lowered his wrist, and the golden cudgel, carrying immense force, slammed down on his head!

Luo Hou's eyes turned bloodshot as he hurled the God-Slaying Spear!

The black spear shot through the air, instantly traversing hundreds of feet of void. The cold light at the spear tip was already close to Chen Yu's chest, and the sharp killing intent pierced his flesh painfully.

Chen Yu's mind raced, and his golden cudgel hummed as it soared into the air, blocking the way.

In that instant, Luo Hou closed in, his palm like a guillotine, slashing fiercely at the staff!

"Clang—!" The sound of metal clashing together shattered the clouds and pierced the rocks. The golden cudgel trembled violently, buzzing, and its golden light dimmed by a third.

Taking advantage of the momentum, Luo Hou lunged forward, his right fist unleashing a thunderous force. The force of the punch was like a meteor falling to earth, domineering and unparalleled, aimed directly at Chen Yu's face.

"Bang!" Chen Yu sidestepped and slid, narrowly avoiding the attack, but his left leg lashed out like a whip, striking Luo Hou squarely in the abdomen.

After a muffled thud, Luo Hou was sent flying backward, crashing into half of a broken wall.

He coughed up a mouthful of black blood, but without hesitation, he flipped over and leaped up, his arms flying like a venomous python emerging from its cave, each move cunning and deadly.

Chen Yu retreated repeatedly, his boots carving deep furrows in the scorched earth. Each dodge was a hair's breadth away from the target, and his clothes were torn in several places.

"Good! Good! Good!" Luo Hou laughed, panting heavily. "Boy, your bones and muscles are stronger, your energy is more concentrated—among the younger generation, indeed no one can surpass you!"

Chen Yu has indeed undergone a complete transformation. Although he has not yet reached the realm of a sage, his cultivation has already faintly touched that threshold. He is just waiting for a thunderclap to break free and ascend to heaven.

Chen Yu's gaze was sharp as a knife, quickly sweeping across the surroundings—the Tongtian Sect Leader's primordial spirit had vanished without a trace. Luo Hou's scheme was far more monstrous than it appeared on the surface.

The two fought desperately, evenly matched, each move drawing blood and threatening to kill.

Luo Hou's attacks were ruthless, his fists carrying a murderous wind and his palms laced with poison. Every strike was aimed at vital points, showing no mercy, as if Chen Yu was not a match for him, but a sacrifice to be slaughtered.

Chen Yu dared not relax for a moment. Although his body was forged from black iron, if there was even the slightest flaw, his opponent would tear open a gap and kill him with a single blow.

Sure enough, a sinister claw tore through the protective aura, tearing open the skin and flesh, causing blood to gush out and instantly soaking through the front of the garment.

He clenched his teeth, a low growl rumbling from his throat, his muscles bulging and his blood surging. The golden cudgel swept across suddenly, causing the air to explode, forcefully forcing Luo Hou back; in a flash, he was already behind him like an arrow released from a bow.

When the Nine Heavens Dragon Control Technique was pushed to its limit, a giant golden dragon rose from his back and soared into the sky. Its head was raised high, its roar splitting the clouds, and its huge mouth opened, devouring Luo Hou's throat with immense force.

Luo Hou's pupils contracted sharply, his waist twisted, and he narrowly swooped out, barely avoiding the dragon's bite.

"Hmph!" Chen Yu sneered, lightning crackling in his palm as electric snakes danced wildly.

He stood with his staff in hand, surrounded by purple lightning, like a thunder god wielding divine punishment. As he strode forward, the earth hummed and the sky seemed to lower.

He leaped like lightning, weaving through the battlefield unnoticed. With each step he took, the clouds trembled and thunderclouds surged; his eyes burned brightly, as if flames were flowing within them, ready to burn away all obstacles.

The golden cudgel transformed into a dazzling golden rainbow that tore through the sky, carrying the power to shatter mountains and split peaks, and cleaved down!

Even though Luo Hou was fierce, he felt a chill run down his spine—it wasn't power, but the calamity that was about to consume him.

The thunder intensified, engulfing the entire battlefield in silvery-white lightning, crackling and scorching inch by inch.

His body was crackling with lightning, and no one dared to approach within three zhang (approximately 10 meters). He was like a true dragon that had been dormant for a long time, slowly opening its eyes.

Luo Hou's temples bulged with veins. He looked up, his eyes filled with shock, anger, and bloodlust. He knew that if he delayed any longer, his soul would be scattered.

In an instant, the sea of ​​lightning within Chen Yu burst its banks—a thousand-foot-long thunder dragon rose from the ground, its body coiling, its roar shaking the eight directions, its giant mouth opening as if it wanted to swallow the heavens and earth whole!

Luo Hou dared not hesitate, his toes barely touching the ground as he shot into the air, attempting to avoid the dragon's devouring. But the lightning had already woven a net across the sky, turning rocks to dust and vegetation to ash wherever it passed.

Chen Yu stood in the center of the scorched earth, surrounded by towering thunder. His golden cudgel hung in his palm, spitting out lightning, which made his brows sharp and his spine like a spear—he looked exactly like a war god who had come riding on thunder.

Luo Hou's eyes widened, his Adam's apple bobbed, and a long-forgotten chill crept into his heart. But as the leader of the Demonic Sect, how could he show weakness at such a critical moment?

"Chen Yu! You think you can suppress me with mere thunder magic? How laughable!" He roared, his eyes flashing with a fierce light, as if blood flames were burning.

With a thought, a crimson demonic light exploded, spreading like a tide of blood—it was the long-lost Blood Demon Forbidden Technique!

His fingers flew, forming strange hand seals. The incantation was deep and resonant like the echoes of hell. A bloody and malevolent aura surged into the sky and crashed violently into Chen Yu's torrent of thunder.

The heavens and earth fell silent in an instant; the wind stopped and the clouds stagnated. Even the air seemed to solidify into lead, pressing heavily on people's chests, as if all things were holding their breath, waiting for this battle to determine life and death.

Chen Yu's muscles were taut like a bowstring, and lightning roared and surged beneath his skin, but the blood-red light was like a maggot clinging to his bones, chilling and corrosive, crushing his lightning domain inch by inch and forcing him to retreat step by step.

"Blood Demon Forbidden Technique..." His voice was slightly hoarse, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes—this forbidden and evil technique had actually been mastered by Luo Hou.

The thunder dragon and the blood tide collided with a deafening roar, their intense heat and chilling cold clashing together. Half the sky was burned to a golden white, while the other half of the earth was soaked in dark red, a scene of utter carnage that was suffocating.

Chen Yu was drenched in sweat, his golden cudgel swung like a wheel, the sound of it tearing through the air sharp and piercing; Luo Hou's face was ashen, his body surging with demonic energy, ghostly shadows looming around him, making one's bones chill to the bone.