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

"Hmm? You actually withstood it?" The man was slightly taken aback, then grinned maliciously. "Interesting. Too bad... you're not even worthy of taking three moves from my blade."

Chen Yu didn't bother to reply. He moved swiftly, closing in by three feet, his spear tip like a venomous snake, aiming straight for the throat!

The opponent sneered and brandished his sword. The flashes of sword and spear suddenly tangled together, and a dazzling white light burst forth, forcing the surrounding Xuanming clansmen to close their eyes and turn their faces away, not daring to look directly at him.

Bodhi Patriarch clasped his hands together, his mantra echoing softly. In the void, white lotuses bloomed one after another, their clear light flowing like the moon shining on a cold pool.

While he was making hand gestures to set up defenses, he kept a close eye on the battle situation, his gaze always fixed on Chen Yu.

Chen Yu fought with increasing ferocity, his spear thrusts becoming ever more fierce, the gusts of wind howling like a dragon's roar, his blood surging within him, his fighting spirit almost bursting forth.

He'd been waiting for this battle. A tough opponent is what makes it truly satisfying!

But alarm bells rang in my heart—the storm clouds were churning more rapidly, and lightning was gathering wildly deep within them. If this dragged on any longer, everyone would perish.

puff!

A halberd pierced his chest, blood spurting out. Chen Yu withdrew his halberd and retreated swiftly and decisively.

boom--!!!

Before the body even fell to the ground, a bolt of purple lightning struck it, blasting it into a cloud of blood mist and broken bones, leaving no trace.

Thunderclouds surged again, the entire mountain forest was swallowed by pale lightning, and deafening thunderclaps tore through the sky, piercing the heavens.

whoosh-

Just before the lightning struck, Chen Yu twisted his body and retreated rapidly, his robes fluttering like flags.

"Escape? I'll grind your bones to dust!"

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Three black shadows shot out fiercely from the Xuanming Clan's battle formation, so fast that only afterimages remained.

They were strangely shaped: less than five feet tall, with noses as high as eagle beaks, deep-set eyes, and pupils that glowed with a chilling red light, like two clusters of will-o'-the-wisps burning in a dark cave.

"The Xuanming Divine Clan," Bodhi Patriarch murmured, his voice as deep as if it were filled with iron.

These warriors, though dressed in human skin, were in fact demonic forms.

It relied on an ancient demonic technique to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, draw upon primordial energy to forge bones and muscles, and forcefully transform into human form.

But the flesh is ultimately impure—fangs are hidden behind the teeth, claws are concealed between the fingers, it devours flesh and blood, is bloodthirsty by nature, its wildness is untamed, and its ferocity has not subsided.

The root lies in that bloodline: the innate Xuanming bloodline, born with the ability to devour blood and refine the body. The so-called Xuanming bloodline is an ancient mark etched into the bones, the most primal predatory mark of this world.

"Chop them to pieces!" The leader's black robe billowed, his figure standing like an iron tower, his voice cold as ice, each word carrying the stench of blood, sending chills down one's spine.

All three were at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, their auras as deep as the abyss and their killing intent as sharp as a blade.

The Xuanming Clan is one of the top clans in all the heavens and myriad realms. They possess domineering bloodlines, extraordinary innate talents, and astonishing combat power.

There were only three tribal soldiers in front of him, but they were more terrifying than a thousand troops.

"kill--!"

The three roared in unison, and a flash of sword light appeared, its cold gleam tearing through the air as it hurtled straight at Chen Yu.

"Perfect timing!"

Chen Yu roared and rose into the air, flipping in mid-air, holding his spear horizontally, and delivered a powerful thrust like an angry dragon emerging from the abyss!

boom--!

The tip of the gun exploded with a silvery-white arc of electricity, unstoppable.

Clang!

The two swords clashed, sparks flying like rain, making eardrums ring.

Click!

The spear snapped in two, splinters flying everywhere; Chen Yu's hand ripped open, blood trickling down his arm, his wrist trembling violently, his knuckles cracking.

He grinned, his right leg taut like a bow, and kicked out with all his might—

Bang!

The man in black suffered a dent in his abdominal armor and was sent flying backward, crashing through three pine trees as thick as bowls before tumbling into the dust.

"Bastard!" He flipped over and leaped up, one hand pressed against his sunken belly, his eyes bloodshot and burning, and roared as he lunged again.

The other two also leaped into the air, their blades pointing directly at Chen Yu's throat.

Boom! Boom!

Before the thunder had subsided, Chen Yu had already unleashed the "Nine Forms of the True Dragon"—though the spear was broken, its remaining force was even stronger! Spear shadows filled the sky, like a torrential downpour, so fast that only faint traces remained.

puff!puff!puff!

Several gusts of gunfire struck the man, the sound of ribs breaking was clearly audible, and he spat out a mouthful of black blood that filled the air.

boom! boom! boom!

The broken spear struck like a whip, repeatedly hitting the chest and abdomen with a muffled thud like a heavy drumbeat.

"Ugh—!"

The man had a gaping hole in his chest, the edges of which were rolled up and the bone was visible.

boom!

Chen Yu closed in and delivered a heavy punch to the top of the skull, causing the skull to shatter and splatter red and white blood everywhere.

In the blink of an eye, two Xuanming Clan warriors died on the spot, and the rest were horrified.

"How can this human race be so strong?" One man's Adam's apple bobbed, his voice trembled, and his gaze was fixed on Chen Yu.

Chen Yu stood there, leaning on the broken spear, his murderous aura surging like a tide, his imposing presence heavy as a mountain. With each step he took, the ground cracked and the grass and trees fell over.

He walked slowly forward, each step accompanied by a tremor, his momentum rising steadily, as if an ancient ferocious beast had awakened, or a mountain had risen from the ground.

In the end, the power solidified into a tangible force, distorting the air and forcing the two to stagger backward, their faces pale and their knees trembling.

Boom!

He took another step, and the mountains shook and the earth trembled, withered leaves detached from the branches and rose into the air, hovering in mid-air.

"kill!"

Chen Yu roared like thunder, swung his broken spear, and the spear's light tore through the void, crashing down like a celestial river pouring down—

Bang!Bang!

Two figures exploded into a bloody mist, limbs flying everywhere, spines shattered, and they collapsed on the spot like mud.

In an instant, all three Xuanming Clan warriors were killed.

Chen Yu looked up, gazing at the dark clouds surging like waves of ink. His brows furrowed into a deep frown, and he cursed under his breath, "Damn it! The lightning is gathering stronger and stronger; it's clearly trying to crush us!"

He knew very well that the Xuanming God Clan's thunderous power was extremely domineering, with an oppressive force like a mountain, capable of incinerating anyone who touched it.

"These Xuanming bastards are really infuriating!" Zhao Gongming spat.

"Boom!"

The sky suddenly split open, silver snakes danced wildly, and countless bolts of lightning poured down, dense as a sudden rain, crashing and exploding on the ground, scorching earth flying everywhere.

Each strike was imbued with the power of annihilation, splitting mountains and rocks, causing the earth's veins to convulse, and creating spiderweb-like cracks inch by inch.

Chen Yu and Zhao Gongming dodged left and right, rushing forward, wanting to escape before the lightning tribulation engulfed them and head straight for the treasure.

The dark clouds overhead grew thicker, and the lightning flashed more intensely. There was nowhere to hide or retreat—the two were forced to the edge of a precipice, with loose stones tumbling down into the abyss beneath their feet, leaving them no room to maneuver.

"What should we do?" Zhao Gongming turned his head to look at Chen Yu, his voice tense.

"Takashi——!!!"

A thunderclap exploded, making my eardrums ring and my internal organs churn.

A purple-white lightning bolt, thicker than a water vat, struck down from the heavens with destructive force, piercing straight into the heads of the two! The crushing pressure was enough to annihilate even a peak Nascent Soul cultivator on the spot.

"snort!"

Chen Yu uttered a cold rebuke, and his right palm thrust out fiercely—

In an instant, a giant hand wreathed in golden flames burst into the air, swelled in the wind, blotted out the sky, and clashed head-on with the lightning pillar!

"Sizzle—!"

The golden palm tore through the lightning with the force of a knife cutting through tofu, and its momentum remained undiminished as it slammed into the chest of a Xuanming Clan warrior!

"Bang!"

Before the man could even utter a scream, he exploded into a cloud of blood and foam, leaving no trace of his body.

This is Chen Yu's current killing power—even a Tribulation Transcending Realm expert is no more than a handful of blows from him.