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

Just as the hand blade was about to fall, Chen Yu's wrist suddenly sank, and the spear returned to its sheath.

The mysterious man opened his eyes in astonishment, only to see Chen Yu's left hand pointing like a sword, and a blazing white sword aura slashing through the air!

"Not good!" Alarm bells rang in his mind, and he hastily raised his shield to block. But the sword light was as fast as a falling star and as heavy as a collapsing mountain; it was simply beyond human strength to withstand!

The sword light tore through the sky, instantly illuminating the entire forest as bright as day, so bright that people couldn't open their eyes.

The mysterious man felt a tightness in his chest, his blood surging, and even his breathing paused for a moment.

boom--!

The sword energy struck the shield with a crisp sound like shattered glass, and the shield broke into several pieces. Its momentum did not diminish as it slashed hard into his shoulder blade!

He roared and fell to his knees, blood quickly soaking through his black robe, his breathing rapid like a broken bellows.

Chen Yu stood still, his eyes as dark as a deep pool. The light of the sword in his hand gradually faded, revealing a mottled ancient sword with cloud patterns flowing along its spine.

He looked down at the convulsing figure on the ground, his expression indifferent, only his eyes were cold and devoid of any warmth.

"Still being stubborn?" His voice was low and hoarse as he slowly raised the tip of his sword, pointing it at the other man's throat.

The mysterious man looked up, a sinister smile creeping onto his lips.

"Quotations? Dream on!" He grinned maliciously and suddenly pulled out a crimson pill and swallowed it.

In an instant, the skin and flesh twitched, and the wound closed and scabbed over at a speed visible to the naked eye!

He straightened his back and stood up, a dark short sword sliding out of his sleeve, its tip pointing diagonally at Chen Yu: "You do have some skill... unfortunately, you're just a Grand Luo Golden Immortal."

His eyes were bloodshot, and his killing intent surged: "Even though I'm severely wounded, killing you is as easy as crushing an ant!"

Before he finished speaking, he raised his shield high above his head, his body surging with murderous aura, and unleashed his ultimate killing move—Heaven-Shattering Shield Strike!

The giant shield, carrying immense force, pressed down from the sky, blotting out the sun, as if the entire mountain range was collapsing, crashing down on Chen Yu!

Chen Yu's eyes were sharp as blades, utterly calm. He suddenly spread his five fingers, palm facing upwards, and with a swift movement, an invisible yet domineering suction force exploded, forcefully pulling the giant shield that had crashed down from the sky, suspending it in mid-air.

The mysterious man's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he immediately activated a secret technique, pressing down hard on his shield, attempting to use the force of a thousand pounds to crush Chen Yu into dust.

Unexpectedly, Chen Yu's arm trembled slightly, and his shoulder and elbow sank slightly, dissolving the violent pressure into nothingness as if removing a mountain.

His right fist clenched suddenly and he unleashed a powerful punch—the void shattered, and a crimson-gold fist shadow that blotted out the sky materialized out of thin air, carrying the force of wind and thunder, and smashed down on the mysterious man!

This strike was delivered with all one's might; the force of the punch caused the air to whistle under immense pressure, as if it could shatter the earth and break up long rivers.

"Damn it!" The mysterious man's pupils shrank, never expecting that Chen Yu could break through his killing move so easily.

He hastily gathered his energy, crossed his arms to block, and his body surged with spiritual light, but he only had time to activate 30% of his true essence.

The fist crashed down, sending him flying backward like a kite with a broken string. With a loud bang, he slammed into the rock wall, sending shards of rock flying. A huge, deep crater, covered with a spiderweb pattern, was carved into the entire cliff face.

With a light tap of his toes, Chen Yu's figure shot through the air like an arrow.

He stomped his left foot heavily on the mysterious man's back, the sole of his boot grinding against the man's robes, his voice as cold as a blade tempered with ice: "You should understand, running? It's useless. Talk it out, and you might at least have a whole corpse; if you keep being stubborn, I'll make you wish you were dead."

He had no worries about the other party feigning surrender—the outcome was already decided, and the mysterious man couldn't even escape his control.

If there is the slightest disturbance, Chen Yu will be able to strangle him in the blink of an eye.

The mysterious man tilted his head back, black blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his teeth clenched so tightly they were grinding together, and said, word by word, "Fine, I agree... but you have to extend my life first."

Chen Yu frowned slightly: "Are you serious?"

The man wiped away the blood, his eyes fierce as a wolf's, and hissed, "Don't even think about getting a single word out of me about the Temple of Gods and Demons! I'm not afraid of death, why would I be afraid of you?"

"Then don't blame me for being ruthless."

Chen Yu's face was ashen and hard as iron. "I will peel off your skin inch by inch, and break your bones one by one, so that you will know what it means to wish you were dead."

The mysterious man threw his head back and laughed wildly, his laughter hoarse and piercing: "Kill me? Go ahead! I've already swallowed the Soul-Eating Pill—within three breaths, body and soul will be annihilated! This pill uses my life essence as a catalyst; no one can counteract it unless I give the order!"

"Hmph, I'll kill you anyway." A cold glint flashed in Chen Yu's eyes, and his index finger struck the other's brow with lightning speed.

The mysterious man froze, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted on the spot.

Just as his consciousness began to dissipate, a pitch-black rift suddenly tore open the void, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, instantly enveloping his body and devouring him completely.

Chen Yu's brow twitched, a chilling sensation shooting down his spine. He held his breath, his gaze fixed intently on the churning shadow.

Suddenly, a tall figure appeared, stepping through the black mist—a black robe trailing to the ground, his face hidden beneath a hood, a scythe in his hand, its blade gleaming with viscous blood, and the spine of the blade seemingly bearing the silent wails of countless wronged souls, sending chills down one's spine.

"Chen Yu, you will not escape either." The voice was low, hoarse, and cold, filled with a bone-chilling thirst. "Today, you will be the most perfect sacrifice to my dark origin."

Chen Yu remained unmoved, his right hand slowly pressing onto the hilt of his sword, his knuckles taut, his gaze piercing.

He knew that the person before him was far stronger than the previous one, but his fighting spirit was even stronger and his belief even firmer.

"State your name." His voice wasn't loud, but every word was like a hammer blow. "Why are you targeting me?"

The man in black robes let out a cold laugh, his eyes flashing with ferocity. He swung his scythe with his backhand—a scarlet streak tore through the air, carrying a stench as it went straight for Chen Yu's throat!

Chen Yu's face was ashen. He drew his longsword, its light like an angry dragon soaring into the abyss, colliding violently with the crimson scythe. The clang of metal against metal shook the rocks, causing them to tumble down.

The turbulent aftershocks swept across the fields, instantly scorching the nearby vegetation, curling and blackening the branches and leaves, and even cracking the ground with spiderweb-like fissures.

Chen Yu's cultivation level far surpassed his opponent's. After several moves, the man in black robes was already struggling to defend himself, staggering back more than ten steps, with the rock surface beneath his feet collapsing inch by inch.

"Die!" Chen Yu's words thundered, his sword aura suddenly rising. With a twist of his wrist and a shake of his arm, a bright sword rainbow swept across the sky, like an inverted Milky Way, aiming straight for the opponent's neck!

His swordsmanship has reached a state of returning to simplicity and authenticity. It may seem ordinary, but in reality, every wisp of sword energy is incomparably sharp, cutting through iron like mud and tearing through the air silently.

The mysterious man's lips curled into a chilling smile. The black scythe in his hand suddenly exploded, shattering into hundreds of shimmering blades that rained down like a torrential downpour, carrying a cold wind straight towards Chen Yu's face.

"Showing off your skills before an expert!" Chen Yu scoffed.

The longsword spun rapidly, its blade tearing through the air and creating dozens of silver streaks that soared into the sky to meet the myriad blade shadows.

Boom! Crack!

Blades clashed, a deafening explosion erupted, and the black blade shattered inch by inch, turning into scattered embers.

Chen Yu touched the ground with his toes, his body moving like a fish swaying its tail, shifting and dodging in an instant.

The blade flashed past, carving several scorched cracks into the void. The ground collapsed and ravines crisscrossed like a spider web, their depths unfathomable.

His cultivation far surpassed his opponent's; wherever his sword struck, the black blade snapped in two. His movements were so swift that only a blur remained, and in an instant, he had already reached the man's face.

The longsword cleaved down with the force of a thunderbolt!

puff--

A sharp blade pierced the chest, and blood spurted out. Chen Yu's sword pierced the mysterious man's heart, the tip protruding from his back, the blood still fresh.

The man's body jolted violently, but he didn't even blink. His face was as expressionless as a stone sculpture, and his empty gaze was fixed on Chen Yu.

Dark red blood slowly flowed down the sword, spreading a wet patch on his clothes, but he didn't even frown.

Chen Yu's brows furrowed, and his heart tightened slightly—this person seemed to feel no pain or sensation, remaining unmoved even after being pierced through the heart.

This indifference is unlike that of a living person; it's more like a puppet in human skin, concealing a deeper, colder murderous intent.

The mysterious man slowly raised his eyes, a strange, eerie light flashing deep within his pupils. He glanced around with a half-smile, then suddenly chuckled, "Chen Yu, do you really think this sword can sever me? You're pathetically naive."

Before he finished speaking, a thick, inky dark power suddenly exploded around him, surging and surging like a raging tide crashing against the shore.

The air suddenly froze, and Chen Yu's throat tightened, his breathing almost stopping.