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

Suddenly, the two forces collided at their peak—BOOM!!!

The earth shook violently, the mountains groaned, and the aftershocks made people lose their footing and their eardrums feel like they were about to burst.

Chen Yu felt a sweet taste in his throat, and blood trickled down from the corner of his lips. His robes were completely burned away, revealing his strong, iron-like upper body. Old and new scars crisscrossed his chest and shoulders, like a bloody map filled with the marks of fierce battles.

"Boom—!"

A deafening explosion erupted, and the last thunder dragon disintegrated inch by inch amidst the blood-red light, ultimately vanishing into nothingness.

Immediately, a scarlet spear tore through the void, accompanied by a shrill whistle, and pierced straight for Chen Yu's brow, so fast that only a blur remained.

Chen Yu was shocked and hastily raised his golden cudgel to block.

"Clang—!" The metal clashed violently, sparks flying like rain.

Chen Yu trembled violently, as if struck by a thunderbolt from the heavens. He was thrown backward and crashed heavily into the scorched battlefield, raising a cloud of dust.

"Ugh!" He felt a sweet taste in his throat, blood gushed out, his internal organs felt like they were being ripped apart by iron clamps, his vision went black, and he almost fainted on the spot.

Luo Hou's eyes flashed with a sinister light, and his demonic energy surged around him. Having landed a successful blow, a chilling smile curved his lips: "You callow brat? You dare to challenge me?"

Chen Yu knelt on one knee, wiping the blood from his lips. His eyes flashed with a cold, piercing light as he locked his gaze on Luo Hou: "If I die today, I'll drag you down to hell with me!"

"Ha..." Luo Hou laughed wildly, his voice like tearing silk, "You're courting death! Then I'll personally send you on your way!"

Before he finished speaking, he pounced like a wildfire, his muscles bulging, his fists tearing through the air with a piercing whistle, and slammed into Chen Yu's face.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Muffled explosions rang out one after another, the energy surged, and sand and stones swirled back. Thunder surged around Chen Yu, and his golden cudgel transformed into thousands of golden shadows, the light and shadow flowing and moving as fast as lightning, forcefully blocking the overwhelming attack.

He roared as he swung his club, each strike carrying the explosive power of thunder, causing the earth to crack and the sky to seem to fall—not to win, but to shatter rather than break!

Luo Hou fought with increasing ferocity, his fists like raging waves, making it hard for his opponents to breathe.

He grinned maliciously, his voice icy: "Chen Yu, is that all you've got? You might as well kneel down and kowtow, then at least you'll have a whole corpse!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Yu's anger surged, his teeth clenched, and instead of retreating, he advanced!

The golden cudgel drew a dazzling golden arc, carrying immense force, and struck straight at Luo Hou's heart!

"Boom—!" A muffled sound reverberated, metal clashed, and sparks flew everywhere!

Chen Yu's arm bones hummed, and he staggered back seven steps, leaving two scorch marks on the soles of his boots, but his eyes shone with a terrifying light.

Luo Hou swayed, then twisted and pounced again like a black eagle. The contempt on his face vanished, replaced by astonishment and rage.

"You junior... you actually managed to hurt me?" He roared like a beast, and his demonic energy suddenly surged, thick as ink, as if it would swallow even the light.

Chen Yu straightened his back and suddenly transformed into a streak of silver lightning, charging headlong into Luo Hou's iron fist!

"Clang!"

The fists and sticks struck again, the sound like a golden bell shattering the sky.

"Crack!" A sharp, piercing sound rang out as Luo Hou's right wrist twisted and deformed, a miserable scream bursting from his throat, his face ashen.

Chen Yu did not relax for a moment. He knew very well that although he had the upper hand with this strike, Luo Hou's tyrannical magic had already made his entire right arm numb and stiff, with his meridians faintly throbbing.

If it weren't for the lightning tempering his body, his bones would probably have been broken long ago.

He shook his arms, his palms sweating, but he felt even more awake: his cultivation was too shallow, and he almost collapsed even when he took a punch head-on.

In this chaotic and primordial world, there is no room for luck.

Luo Hou clutched his severed wrist, his eyes bloodshot, his demonic energy churning like boiling oil: "Chen Yu! You're courting death!! I'll grind you to dust and refine your soul into lamp oil!"

Chen Yu exhaled a breath of stale air, his breathing calmed down, and his hand holding the stick remained motionless.

The golden cudgel hummed and trembled, its entire body radiating intense golden light, illuminating the undying thunder and fire in his eyes.

The shadowy figure pressed down again, its fists carrying a stench of blood and the intent of death.

Chen Yu's gaze was like a nail, unwavering, his entire body crackling with thunderous power, all of which poured into the staff—

"BOOM!!!"

With another slam of fists, the world lost its color, and smoke mixed with lightning shot into the sky.

In the fierce battle, Chen Yu finally figured out Luo Hou's offensive and defensive rhythm—his movements were like a fish swimming through waves, his dodges were as light and agile as a swallow skimming a branch, and his counterattacks were as swift as an eagle swooping down on a rabbit.

The moment the opening appeared, the golden cudgel, accompanied by a piercing shriek that tore through the air, struck straight at Luo Hou's heart!

"Sizzle!" The shadow of the stick exploded into a mist of blood, and a scarlet knife mark slashed across his chest.

Luo Hou let out a wild howl, and flew backward, crashing through three ancient pine trees before slamming heavily into the mud.

Yang Jian rushed forward, his gaze sweeping over the limp Luo Hou on the ground, then landing on the swaying Chen Yu. His heart sank – his uncle had won, but his body was on the verge of collapse.

"Uncle-Master! Can you hold on?"

Yang Jian's voice tightened. He knew all too well where the limits of this disciple of the Jie Sect were. At this moment, Chen Yu's knuckles were white, his breath was hot, and even standing up straight felt like carrying a mountain.

Chen Yu slowly straightened his back, a faint smile appearing on his lips, like frost on a blade: "I won't die... it's just that my bones are burning hot."

He paused, gazing at the churning black clouds in the distance. "Luo Hou is more troublesome than the rumors suggest. This primordial world is not a place for reason; it's a place where you have to trade your life for survival."

Yang Jian's throat tightened, and a genuine shock surfaced in his eyes—that usually cold and taciturn disciple of the Jie Sect had actually turned the fiery spirit within him into the fuse that propelled him to the pinnacle.

"You rest, I'll keep watch." Yang Jian stood with his spear held horizontally, the tip of which touched the ground, yet it resembled an unsheathed thunder blade. "Luo Hou is crippled, all is quiet."

Chen Yu nodded and closed his eyes. His fingertips twitched slightly, and the spiritual energy around him surged back like a stream flowing into the sea.

Yang Jian remained rooted to the spot like a rock, his gaze sweeping over every inch of grass and tree like a hawk's, his ears slightly twitching to catch the faintest noises in the wind.

—At that very moment, Luo Hou, who was in the mud, suddenly propped up half of his body!

Yang Jian's pupils contracted sharply, and his spear clattered as he held it horizontally in front of his chest. His armor clanged as he stood in front of Chen Yu, his spine taut like a bowstring.

Luo Hou's eyes were as red as lava, and black veins bulged under his skin. His body was filled with evil energy, like boiling oil splashed on snow. The foul wind made the fallen leaves swirl and fly backward.

A non-human hiss rolled from his throat, his fangs bared, and he lunged at Yang Jian like a demon crawling out of hell!

Yang Jian stood firmly in his horse stance, the tip of his spear flashing coldly. Although he was a disciple of the Tongtian Sect Master, he showed no intention of retreating—protecting the person behind him was the only rule he had at this moment.

The spear tip clashed violently with the claws, sparks flying like rain. He used the force to spin and deflect the impact, the spear shaft humming and vibrating. Each thrust was cunning and ruthless, targeting vital points such as joints, throat, and eye sockets.

Luo Hou grew increasingly frenzied as he fought, his roars causing rocks to tumble down from the mountainside.

But Yang Jian's spear thrusts became increasingly solid, like a steel cable that grew stronger with each press, firmly binding all of his opponent's deadly moves.

Before Chen Yu had finished adjusting his breathing, he opened his eyes—the killing intent on the battlefield felt like needles pricking his back.

He lowered his brow, and the remaining thunderous power within his body exploded with a roar. Silver-white lightning cleaved through the thick clouds and struck directly at Rahu's crown chakra!

Luo Hou roared in response, but was thrown back by the immense force, carving two deep furrows beneath his feet.

How could Yang Jian let him go? His spear transformed into a silver rainbow, tearing through the air and piercing fiercely into Luo Hou's left chest!

Blood spurted like a fountain, Luo Hou roared to the sky, his body convulsing violently, and finally he knelt on the ground, black blood gushing out.

He lay curled up in a pool of blood, breathing heavily like a broken bellows. Chen Yu watched silently, his eyes as cold as ancient ice, devoid of any emotion or warmth.

Yang Jian quickly stepped forward and lowered his voice, "Uncle-Master, are you alright?"

Chen Yu simply nodded slightly, his gaze still fixed on the struggling shadow on the ground.

Suddenly, Luo Hou raised his head sharply—his facial muscles contorted, his eyes bloodshot, and his pupils burning with a hatred that could consume everything.

"You... how dare you break my pride!" Luo Hou spat out a hoarse curse through gritted teeth, each word dripping with venom.

Chen Yu breathed a sigh of relief, understanding dawning on him—Luo Hou, as the leader of the Demonic Sect, possessed unfathomable power. Although he had been defeated by him today, the Demonic Sect would surely launch a full-scale attack.

But he didn't care at all, because he carried the heavy responsibility personally entrusted to him by the Tongtian Sect Master: to guard the primordial wilderness and protect the peace of heaven and earth.

"You dug this pit yourself, so don't blame anyone else." Chen Yu's tone was calm, but every word was like a nail, and he didn't take Luo Hou's harsh words seriously at all.

Upon hearing this, Luo Hou's eyes suddenly turned bloodshot. He abruptly stood up, and his evil aura exploded. Thick black mist surged like a tide, and his oppressive aura was like a towering mountain pressing down on him.