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

"I refuse to accept this defeat!"

The golden holy emperor roared, shaking the sky. A dignified half-step Great Luo Quasi-Saint was forced into a desperate situation and lost all face!

Swish!

His body suddenly disintegrated, and when it condensed again, it had transformed into a ten-thousand-foot-long dragon—its scales were like cast gold, it had a reverse horn on its head, five tails swaying, and flames at the tips of its tails raging, scorching the void and distorting it.

Chen Yu frowned slightly. He had never faced the true form of a demon before, but he sensed that this aura was ancient and fierce, definitely not of ordinary bloodline.

It resembled some ancient remnant that had roamed since the beginning of chaos—he had glimpsed a similar shadow before in the depths of chaos.

Roar--!

A dragon's roar tore through the sky, its claws cleaved the void, and nine blazing suns appeared out of thin air, carrying scorching waves that could incinerate everything, and crushed down on Chen Yu!

As expected of the being known as the "Holy Emperor," his actions were capable of destroying mountains and annihilating peaks.

Whoops!

Chen Yu's cold shout was like a knife, and the runes behind him rose up with a roar, densely packed, each one like a newly ignited star, containing the Daoist charm of earth-shattering power.

His hands flew, forming hand seals, and thousands of runes surged like a torrent, crashing fiercely against the nine blazing suns!

puff!puff!puff!

There was no probing, no holding back—it was a fight to the death from the very first encounter. Chen Yu unleashed his trump card, each move aimed straight for vital points, determined to cut down the Golden Saint Emperor on the spot.

"Ah—! How could you know my demon race's lost secret technique of bone-corroding?!" The golden holy emperor screamed in agony, feeling his blood rush like a river bursting its banks. In an instant, his face turned ashen and his lips turned blue.

He cultivated a forbidden technique of the demon race, which involved plundering the essence of others to nourish himself. However, this technique was known to shorten one's lifespan and shorten one's vitality, so it was always used with extreme caution. Now, forced into a corner, he had no choice but to forcefully activate the secret technique, devouring the surrounding spiritual energy to barely sustain a breath of true essence.

Chen Yu laughed loudly: "Demon race? You're nothing but chickens and dogs! Today, I'll skin you alive, remove your bones, and boil you into a pot of dragon marrow soup!"

The more he fought, the more excited he became, and the more exhilarated he felt. He unleashed his supernatural powers, his fists and palms flying, relentlessly clashing with the dragon.

Rumble—!

Mountains collapsed, subterranean fire erupted, and the entire mountain range trembled and wailed. The Golden Emperor was already covered in wounds, his dragon scales shattered, and golden blood flowed freely.

The more he fought, the more chilled he became—this kid was a complete mad tiger!

He practiced forbidden techniques of the demon race, and his physical body was harder than divine iron. Even if he was blasted into dust, he could regenerate in an instant. But at this moment, he was being defeated by Chen Yu.

His wounds spread like a spider web, and waves of blood gushed out, staining the surrounding void crimson and making him look utterly wretched.

boom! boom! boom!

The Golden Saint Emperor finally couldn't hold on any longer and was sent flying backward by Chen Yu's heavy punch. His spine was broken, his internal organs were displaced, and his consciousness was almost gone.

"You little beast, you're asking for death!" The golden holy emperor roared furiously, his eyes bloodshot, his hatred almost tangible.

Swish!Swish!Swish!

Three golden bolts of lightning suddenly shot out from his body—extremely strange, leaving behind layers of twisted ripples as they swept across the void, seemingly capable of tearing apart the very essence of space.

Immediately following, three streams of bloody aura soared into the sky. Amidst the churning black clouds, three hundred-foot-tall demonic bodies rose from the ground, their fangs menacing and their demonic flames raging.

"Hahaha!" The Golden Emperor laughed wildly, a ferocious grin spreading across his face. "Boy, I admit you're tough enough. But to suppress me? Dream on! Your trump card? You've only just begun to reveal itself!"

"Oh? Then show it all." Chen Yu's lips curled slightly, his smile icy, his eyes like knives, locking onto his opponent. He lightly tapped the Taiyin Banner pole with his knuckles, ready to strike.

He wasn't afraid of this person; no matter how strong, he was still just one person. But if the opponent had hidden tricks and was full of killing intent, he would naturally be on high alert.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

The three demonic figures formed a triangular formation, completely blocking all of Chen Yu's escape routes.

"Die!" the Golden Emperor roared like thunder.

Three giant hands slammed down simultaneously, the wind from which a howl of the Netherworld arose, shaking the heavens and earth, causing souls to shatter, and even the air itself to emit a piercing wail.

"Slash!" Chen Yu shouted, and the Taiyin Banner was suddenly swung out—

In an instant, mountains and rivers collapsed, stars and moon dimmed, and thousands of sword energies burst forth, dense as a torrential rain, sweeping across the sky and slashing at the three demonic figures!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A deafening collision erupted! The Taiyin Banner unleashed its overwhelming power, unleashing countless sword beams that cascaded down like a tidal wave, piercing the demonic figure's body and leaving countless gaping wounds.

The three demonic figures roared, their claws tearing through the air, and charged forward with a stench.

Chen Yu's eyes sharpened, and his wrist jerked violently—

brush!brush!brush!

The sword light flashed like lightning, piercing the demonic shadow's brow with lightning speed! In an instant, sword energy surged, and the three enormous demonic bodies were shredded by the thousand blades, emitting a mournful howl that became distorted with despair.

"Kill!" The Golden Saint Emperor seized the opportunity to close in, opening his mouth to spew out three beams of blazing white divine light, like rainbows piercing the sun, aiming straight for Chen Yu's throat!

"Hmph!" Chen Yu snorted coldly, and the Taiyin Banner swayed gently.

A cold wind suddenly arose, chilling to the bone—wherever it passed, even the void was covered in frost, and the temperature plummeted to a point where everything was frozen!

laugh!laugh!laugh!

The three indestructible divine lights shattered upon contact with the wind, turning into tiny crystal fragments that fell to the ground.

"What? This chilling force... can actually freeze divine light?!" The golden holy emperor's pupils shrank sharply.

Chen Yu, however, had already carried the banner and ascended, his steps as steady as a mountain.

"Slash!" he shouted again, and a bright sword beam shot out from the tip of the banner, so fast that it tore through the afterimage!

Swish-!

A pitch-black rift was forcibly ripped open in the void!

The golden emperor was terrified and retreated in panic, his back soaked with cold sweat.

He couldn't understand it at all: where did this young man get such fierce combat power? In terms of treasures, he possessed a supreme innate treasure, so he should have been in a superior position—unfortunately, he had no idea how deep Chen Yu's background was or how ruthless his methods were.

"You brat! If you dare to lay a finger on me, Pangu Palace will mobilize all its resources to hunt you down to the ends of the earth!" The golden Holy Emperor's voice trembled beneath his fierce exterior.

"Ha!" Chen Yu laughed loudly, his voice shaking the heavens. "Whether you are a dog or a cat from Pangu Palace, anyone who blocks my path will be punished without mercy!" Before he finished speaking, he activated his supernatural powers again, his killing intent growing even stronger.

He stared silently at the golden emperor, his eyes devoid of any emotion, only an icy indifference that seemed to freeze the world. A threat? In his eyes, it was nothing more than the gasping breaths of a dying man.

The Holy Emperor of Pangu Palace? Hunted down across the land?

A mocking smile played on his lips, his voice low and husky yet each word like a nail: "Afraid of you? No matter how noble or ancient you are, today—you can't escape."

Before the words were finished, the Taiyin Banner rose again, and a peerless sword beam that tore through the sky was already rushing towards the golden holy emperor's brow!

The Golden Emperor was terrified and hastily summoned his Vajra Bracelet, which burst forth with golden light as he desperately tried to block the attack!

The sword light and the Vajra Bracelet collided with a deafening clang, sparks flying everywhere like rain.

The golden emperor trembled violently, the bluestone beneath his feet cracked inch by inch, and he was thrown back repeatedly by the violent energy. His lips turned blue and cold sweat poured down his forehead.

Chen Yu strode forward, his robes billowing in the wind, his killing intent surging like a tidal wave, like an ancient ferocious bird eyeing its prey, pinning the Golden Saint Emperor to the brink of despair.