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

Chen Yu's attacks became increasingly heavy. This man's spear intent was domineering, and his moves were unpredictable. Every strike was wrapped in the power to shatter mountains and split peaks, and it was so fast that it was suffocating and impossible to defend against.

Although he gritted his teeth and persevered, he retreated step by step, his footprints deeply embedded in the rock strata. His robes were torn in several places by the gunfire, and blood was faintly seeping out.

"Troublesome indeed." He muttered under his breath, annoyed that he had relaxed too soon.

But he didn't panic at all. He let out a low roar, and his true essence surged. He pushed the Chaos Immortal Technique to its limit—the spear energy surged out like nine azure dragons leaping through the sky, tearing through the sky and roaring towards that person!

A hint of surprise flashed across the man's eyes, followed by a cold laugh. His movements became increasingly elusive and unpredictable, effortlessly weaving through the shadows of the spears. With a backhand sweep of his spear, a burst of dark light erupted, and wherever the spear tip passed, the air twisted and cracked, and a stench swept through the air!

Chen Yu's eyes flashed with a fierce light, his killing intent boiling. In this battle, there was no turning back.

With a thought, the true energy in his dantian surged into the spear like a raging sea, and the Nine Thunderclap Spear hummed and trembled, bursting forth with dazzling golden lightning, as if divine punishment had descended upon the world!

"The Chaotic Immortal Technique - Endless Spear Soul!"

His voice boomed like thunder, his figure shifted into countless forms, and his spear moved like lightning, each strike carrying the power to annihilate everything, leaving no room for retreat, fighting to the death!

The other man was equally unyielding, his spear flailing wildly, black light surging like a tide, each strike seemingly capable of piercing the heavens and shattering the universe. Their battle was like a collision of two worlds, thunder roared, winds swirled, the heavens and earth lost their color, and mountains and rivers wept!

Gunfire flashed and air surged, the entire wasteland gripped by this life-or-death struggle.

Chen Yu's pupils shone brightly like starlight, and his spine stood ramrod straight—he was determined to tear through this fog, personally defeat this cowardly opponent, and let everyone see who the true sharpness was.

Time lost its weight amidst the flashing swords and clashing spears. A stick of incense, a quarter of an hour, a full hour... the battle raged on, the air crackling with acrid smoke and thunderous arcs, even the wind swirling with the metallic scent of steel.

The mysterious man's forehead veins bulged, and his breath hitched—he clearly sensed something was wrong.

Chen Yu's aura surged like a rising tide, the Nine Thunderclap Spear in his hand hummed and trembled, and the golden light emanating from the spear tip became increasingly dazzling. A domineering aura that looked down upon the eight directions pressed down on him, making his chest feel tight and his throat feel constricted.

At this moment, Chen Yu's muscles and bones were taut like a fully drawn bow, his eyes burned with an inextinguishable fighting spirit, and his blood vapor rose like mist.

He no longer held back, squeezing out every last bit of true energy from the depths of his dantian, his spear thrusting forward like an angry dragon emerging from the abyss.

"Get lost!" Chen Yu's words were like thunder, and his spear shot out, a golden rainbow tearing through the sky and piercing straight into the opponent's heart!

The mysterious man's pupils contracted sharply, never expecting this kid to reach such heights! He hastily parried with his spear, but the outcome was decided the moment the spear was raised halfway up the ground.

boom--!

A deafening explosion rang out, the spear tip piercing the left shoulder, blood spurting out and splashing onto the scorched ground like a pool of thick cinnabar.

"Ugh!" The mysterious man choked, his face turned ashen, his knees buckled and he almost collapsed, but he gritted his teeth and gripped the gun barrel tightly with his left hand, supporting himself on one knee to steady his swaying body.

"Again!" Before Chen Yu finished speaking, he had already rushed over.

The mysterious man roared and, dragging his wounded body, charged forward, each move a desperate attempt to save his life.

Chen Yu fought with increasing ferocity, his spear thrusts like a torrential downpour, impenetrable and relentless.

The two were entangled in a fierce battle, their fists shattering rocks and their spears obscuring the sun, causing stones to fly and dust to billow into the sky.

Just as Chen Yu's old strength was about to be exhausted and his new strength had not yet been generated, the mysterious man suddenly closed in and slammed a mountain-shattering punch into his chest. Chen Yu was hit as if by a thousand-pound hammer, and his whole body flew off the ground and crashed heavily into a towering ancient tree.

Snap! The tree trunk broke off with a sound, and withered branches and leaves fell in a rustling sound.

He felt a burning sensation in his throat, and blood spurted out, the crimson stains seeping into the soil and spreading into a dark brown hue.

The mysterious figure's sinister grin hadn't subsided when his figure blurred into afterimages, and he charged forward again, accompanied by a stench of blood.

Chen Yu's lips turned blue, but he clenched his teeth so tightly they made a grinding sound—taking a step back meant certain death.

When they clashed again, it was a bloody battle. Spear tips twirled, fist shadows were like mountains, and the ground cracked inch by inch.

There was no weariness in Chen Yu's eyes, only a wildfire that burned ever brighter, burning away cowardice and leaving only determination.

The mysterious man attacked like a madman, his fists and feet accompanied by ghostly howls, but Chen Yu's feet were firmly planted on the ground, his spine as strong as steel, and he poured all his remaining strength into the tip of his spear.

Suddenly, a glint flashed in his eyes—a weakness! This was it!

"Dragon Devours the Sun!" The spear shot out like lightning, its cold light flashing, aiming straight for the opponent's heart!

The mysterious man's eyes bulged out; he realized he had been tricked, but it was too late to escape.

The spear pierced through his body, and hot blood gushed out like a fountain. He looked up to the sky and let out a mournful howl, heart-wrenching and devastating.

A slight smile played on Chen Yu's lips, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes. Victory was assured; he reached out to snatch back his gun.

Unexpectedly, the mysterious man suddenly raised his head and roared, and a cloud of blood mist suddenly exploded from between his eyebrows—his primordial spirit self-destructed!

The violent energy surged like a tsunami crashing against the shore. Chen Yu was caught off guard and was thrown several feet away, his robes fluttering and his hair flying.

At the same instant, a beam of light shot out from his crown chakra, carrying his remnant soul as it sped away into the sky.

"Still trying to leave?" Chen Yu said coldly, raising his right arm abruptly and pointing his index finger at the distance.

The void hummed and trembled, and a silver-scaled spear materialized out of thin air, tearing through the air so fast that it didn't even leave a afterimage, chasing after the streak of light!

A cold glint flashed in the mysterious man's eyes, and with a flick of his wrist, a blood-patterned shield appeared in his palm.

Twisted runes floated on the shield's surface, exuding a sinister aura, as if it had just been unearthed from the depths of the netherworld.

Chen Yu's eyes sharpened, and alarm bells rang in his mind—this person had not revealed all his trump cards, and his counterattack would surely be devastating.

He stood with his shoulders low and his spear pointed diagonally, the tip of the spear flashing coldly, waiting for the thunderous strike.

The mysterious figure roared and charged forward, a blood-red shield held horizontally before his chest, as heavy as a mountain pressing down. Chen Yu neither dodged nor evaded; the tip of his spear flashed with a cold light, aiming straight for the man's vital heart.

The two clashed again, the clang of metal against metal deafening. The mysterious man's moves were ruthless, like a raging torrent, each strike accompanied by a piercing shriek that tore through the air; Chen Yu, however, was like an ancient pine tree rooted to the ground, his steps steady and his breath calm, waiting for the moment when the mysterious man's weakness would appear.

Suddenly, the mysterious man let out a low, beast-like roar, and the shield flipped violently, unleashing a crimson wave of energy!

Wherever the blood flowed, tree trunks as thick as bowls cracked inch by inch, bluestone crumbled into dust, and even mountain peaks were forcibly split in two.

Chen Yu's pupils contracted sharply, and he held his spear horizontally in front of his chest, his true essence surging and condensing into a shield of azure scales.

The wave of blood crashed into the light shield with a deafening roar. Rock fragments shot out from beneath his feet, and he was thrown back and forth, his boots carving two deep, charred gashes into the ground. His back was almost bent into a bow shape.

Upon seeing this, the mysterious man grinned menacingly, then lunged forward again, the edge of his shield flashing coldly as it sliced ​​straight at Chen Yu's neck.

But Chen Yu had already stabilized his position, his eyes flashing with a cold, sharp light, filled with murderous intent.

"Your methods are so pathetic, you're not even worthy of being called my opponent!"

His words were like thunder, and his spear flickered, leaving three afterimages that transformed into a silver thread that tore through the air and pierced the opponent's heart.

The mysterious man's pupils shrank to pinpoints. He twisted his waist and tried to dodge, but he was too slow—the spear tip pierced through the shield, penetrating the breastplate and sending up a cloud of scalding blood mist.

He staggered backward, his face ashen, staring down at the blood gushing from the hole in his chest, and gave a bitter smile: "The disciple trained by the Tongtian Sect Master... is indeed extraordinary. But with this much skill, he's still far from adequate!"

Before he finished speaking, he formed his five fingers into a claw and slammed a heavy palm down on Chen Yu's left shoulder!

Chen Yu flew out like a kite with a broken string, his back slamming into the rock wall, sending pebbles tumbling down.

He felt a sweet taste in his throat, and blood splattered onto the gray-brown rock surface, burning his skin.

This person's strength was terrifying. If it weren't for the fact that the Chaos Scripture had already tempered his bones to be as hard as iron and his internal organs to be as strong as steel, he would probably have had his internal organs displaced and died on the spot.

"Cough..." He coughed up blood and phlegm, propping himself up, wiping the blood from the corner of his lips, staring intently at the person in the distance, his nails digging deeply into his palms: "Damn it... how can I kill this madman?"

A thought flashed through his mind, and he suddenly remembered the other party's words "Gods and Demons Palace"—his heart skipped a beat, and his mind cleared instantly: "Force him to reveal his stronghold!"

Without hesitation, Chen Yu stomped his toes on the ground and shot towards his opponent like an arrow.

He looked down from his high position, his voice as cold as frost: "Where is the Temple of Gods and Demons hidden? Tell me now, and I'll leave you with a whole corpse. Don't talk—" Before he could finish speaking, his right hand had already transformed into a blade, aimed straight at the other's throat.

The mysterious man didn't even blink, closing his eyes and waiting for death.