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

Chen Yu completely ignored Luo Hou. With a flick of his finger, the white silk retracted into his storage ring like a snake, the movement swift and decisive.

His gaze was like an ice blade drawn from its sheath, chilling and piercing. The surrounding air seemed to freeze, and even the wind forgot to move—the entire battlefield instantly sank into a deathly silence of frost.

Luo Hou's spine tightened, his Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and a hint of apprehension flashed in his eyes.

His previously aggressive and menacing expression was now frozen on his face, hesitation creeping around his jaw like vines.

Yang Jian stood at a distance, his heart skipped a beat. He had dealt with Chen Yu many times, but he had never seen him like this before—cold and hard as if forged from black iron, so unfamiliar that it was frightening.

Chen Yu's gaze was fixed on Luo Hou's face, his voice flat and without any fluctuation: "Luo Hou, turn back before it's too late. If you stop now, there's still a chance for you to live."

Luo Hou's pupils contracted, and his knuckles cracked as he clenched his fists, but that slight wavering only lasted for a moment before being completely swallowed up by his overwhelming rage.

He roared, his voice shaking the rocks: "Chen Yu! You can't stop me—today, I will reduce you all to dust!"

Before he finished speaking, he shot out like an arrow, his fangs bared, his eyes bloodshot, his ferocity making one's hair stand on end.

This time, Chen Yu didn't retreat a single step. He simply raised his hand, palm facing forward, and gently pushed it out.

In an instant, an overwhelming force surged from his palm, like a torrent crashing against a cliff or a mountain collapsing. Luo Hou was like a kite with a broken string, staggering back seven or eight steps, his boots carving two deep, charred marks into the ground.

Luo Hou's chest heaved violently, his eyes filled with horror as he stared at Chen Yu—this was no longer the opponent he could hold his own against.

It was clearly an insurmountable cliff! Chen Yu's face was ashen, but a deeper resentment rose in his heart: the Blood Sacrifice Technique had already pushed Luo Hou to the peak of Quasi-Saint, only a hair's breadth away from the Saint Realm, making him arguably the sharpest knife in this world.

Luo Hou gritted his teeth and lunged again, but his movements were already more restrained. Every step he took was extremely steady, like a taut bowstring, ready to be released. He knew very well that there was an abyss between him and Chen Yu.

Chen Yu's lips curled slightly, but the cold smile didn't reach his eyes before his second palm strike was launched with overwhelming force. Before the palm wind even arrived, the heavens and earth trembled, and Luo Hou was sent flying backward. He felt a sweet taste in his throat and spat out a mouthful of scarlet blood.

"Surrender, or die." Chen Yu's tone was as indifferent as if he were asking what he wanted for breakfast.

Luo Hou grunted, stomped his foot on the ground, and in a flash, he was already three feet in front of Chen Yu.

Chen Yu didn't even lift his eyelids, but with a smirk, he formed his fingers into a claw and charged forward.

boom--!

The shockwave exploded, and Luo Hou was struck as if by lightning, flying dozens of feet horizontally. He tumbled several times in the void before barely managing to regain his footing.

Chen Yu landed slowly, his clothes perfectly still. His gaze swept over her, and his voice, though not loud, was as firm as nails: "You can't beat me. Give up now, lest you... shatter into a horrible mess."

Luo Hou stared intently at him, two clusters of eerie green flames burning in his eyes. A low growl rolled from his throat, and his blood-red mouth suddenly opened, revealing menacing fangs, as he pounced again.

Chen Yu frowned – this beast truly doesn't know pain.

Just as he was about to subdue Luo Hou, the hairs on the back of his neck suddenly stood on end.

"Damn it!" he muttered, retreating swiftly.

Almost simultaneously, Luo Hou appeared before him like a ghost, his body surging with murderous aura, like a beast breaking free from its cage, his eyes wide open, blazing with ferocity, and the surrounding air condensed into frost particles that fell down.

Chen Yu's brow twitched—too fast. More ruthless, more insane, more reckless than before.

Luo Hou let out a roar as loud as tearing silk, which shook the clouds and caused them to shatter. His eyes were bloodshot and his killing intent was so strong that it could not be dissolved. He was determined to tear Chen Yu to pieces.

Chen Yu's heart sank, his face remained indifferent, but his knuckles had subtly tightened, and his eyes were as sharp as a drawn sword.

In the blink of an eye, Luo Hou's giant claw tore through the wind and struck, the claw's force causing a painful slap to the face.

Chen Yu twisted his waist, slid sideways, and his figure was as fleeting as smoke, narrowly missing the claws.

"Fool, no matter how hard your head is, you can't break through an iron wall." Chen Yu's voice was as cold as frost, and his eyes were as sharp as blades.

Luo Hou went completely mad, fighting for his life with every move, his claws flashing, each strike carrying the force to shatter mountains and split the earth.

However, Chen Yu remained completely at ease, his footwork as light and agile as a crane, and his strikes as precise as a ruler, always managing to evade a fatal blow by the slightest margin.

The world lost its color, and the wind and clouds swirled upside down.

Electricity danced wildly in the clouds, and muffled thunder rolled beneath our feet. The entire battlefield seemed to hang by a thread; the slightest misstep could lead to the collapse of the heavens and the earth.

Chen Yu's pupils contracted sharply. He had finally waited for the moment when Luo Hou's old power was exhausted and his new power had not yet been generated.

His eyes flashed with cold light, and he sprang up, his palm striking like a rainbow piercing the sun, aiming straight for the center of his body.

Boom!!!

The palm print slammed into Luo Hou's chest, the sound of bones cracking was deafening.

Luo Hou slammed into the ground like a sandbag, scattering a string of scalding blood droplets in mid-air. When it landed, it splashed up a large patch of dark red, a shocking sight.

Chen Yu stood still, his breathing as steady as a still well, his eyes like an icy pool, without the slightest ripple.

He lowered his gaze to Luo Hou, who lay paralyzed in a pool of blood, his heart unwavering, filled only with a chilling resolve and an icy demeanor.

Luo's throat made a gurgling sound, his ten fingers dug into the scorched earth, his back arched and collapsed, but his limbs were as limp and powerless as if his tendons and bones had been removed.

His eyes churned with panic and despair—the mighty Luo Hou, defeated by a mere inexperienced junior? The overwhelming humiliation was more painful than being sliced ​​by a knife, more intense than being poisoned.

Chen Yu slowly walked to his side, his boots crunching over the gravel. He looked down at him, his voice flat and sharp: "You fool, you were born to be a sacrificial offering. Today, I'm just taking back the life you owe me."

Luo Hou abruptly raised his head, veins bulging in his neck, the last embers of fire burning in his pupils, and screamed in a hoarse voice: "You...you bastard raised by your ancestors for eight generations! I...I'll haunt you even as a ghost!"

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Yu's lips curled into a chilling smile. With a flick of his finger, a silver light flashed past—Luo Hou's eyes suddenly lost focus, his pupils turned ashen, and his life force was extinguished like a candle flame, vanishing in an instant.

The battlefield fell into a deathly silence, save for the rustling of withered leaves in the wind. Chen Yu breathed slowly, a hint of weariness creeping across his brow, but his eyes remained sharp as unsheathed blades.

But just as he relaxed his shoulders a little, the hair on the back of his neck suddenly stood on end!

Danger!

He straightened his back and darted forward like an arrow released from a bow. The Nine Thunderclap Spear was already unsheathed in his hand, its tip tearing through the air and transforming into a violent bolt of lightning. He then angrily thrust it behind him!

A jet-black spear aura swept past his back, so fast that only a blur remained, its oppressive force like a mountain collapsing overhead.

Chen Yu felt a chill run down his spine—this man's spear technique was seasoned and his killing intent was refined; he was no ordinary person.

Even more strangely, the gun aura suddenly dissipated, but a chilling killing intent, like a bone-deep infection, suddenly pounced from behind!

He twisted his waist and spun around, his gaze slicing through the dust like lightning—a person was already close at hand, his black robes fluttering, his spear in hand entirely dark, as if swallowing all the light of the sky; his eyes were as cold as if they had been tempered by ten thousand years of black ice, piercing straight to the heart.

"Chen Yu, your demonic path ends here today."

The voice wasn't loud, but every word was like a needle, piercing the eardrum and freezing into the bone marrow.

Chen Yu's pupils contracted slightly, his expression unchanged, yet he had already ensnared his opponent in a web of murderous intent. This person not only knew his background but also understood his weaknesses; this was no accidental encounter.

Before the other party could speak again, Chen Yu stomped his foot, and the spear followed his body. With a loud roar, the spear whistled through the air, shaking the rocks for miles around. The spear's momentum was like an angry dragon emerging from the abyss, carrying immense force as it pierced through the chest!

The man neither dodged nor evaded; his figure flickered like smoke and mist, deftly avoiding the spearhead. He then launched a counter-attack, the spear tip trailing black flames, aiming straight for Chen Yu's throat!

Chen Yu's heart sank. This move was ruthless, accurate, and vicious; anyone hit by it would surely have their throat severed and their heart pierced.

He twisted his waist and abdomen, narrowly turning his head to the side. The wind from the spear scraped his face, causing a stinging pain. Then, he reversed his stance, using offense as defense, and unleashed three consecutive strikes like a torrential downpour!

The battle instantly intensified like a furnace. Sparks flew as their pistols clashed, their shadows crisscrossing like a tapestry, and the very heavens and earth seemed to change color—thunderclouds surged, the wind howled, mountains trembled, and the earth cracked, as if the universe itself trembled beneath the blades of their guns.