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

Without pausing for a second, he swept past the other person, casually tossing out, "Just say what you have to say."

Jiang Wenbai's eyes narrowed sharply, a cold glint flashing within them. His voice was extremely low: "Exchange your life. Hand over the fragments, and I'll leave you with a whole corpse."

Chen Yu then stopped, slowly turned around, and curled his lips into a cold, frosty smile: "Exchange your life? Who do you think you are, to dare bargain with me?"

"Jiang Wenbai." He proudly announced his name, his back ramrod straight as a pine tree, "The eldest son of the Marquis of Xibo."

"The Marquis of Xibo?" Chen Yu sneered, as if he had heard the most absurd joke. "Ji Fa killed my brother, and his son dares to stand in front of me to negotiate a deal—does he really think this grassland is your Xiqi backyard?" He paused, his eyes sharp as hooks. "Don't dream, Canye. You'll never get close to him in this lifetime."

Jiang Wenbai's face turned ashen instantly, his knuckles clenched so tightly they turned white, and the tattered page gleaming with a ghostly light in his palm trembled slightly.

He stared intently at Chen Yu, enunciating each word clearly: "This was a gift from my father himself; I would rather break it than discard it."

Chen Yu's brows furrowed, and the air around him suddenly froze, the chill as sharp as an ice spike piercing his bones.

He met that burning gaze, his voice deep and resonant like an ancient bell: "Knowing that the fragments are related to the fate of heaven and earth, why were you still willing to hand them over to Ji Fa? He covets the throne, not your life."

Jiang Wenbai's chest heaved violently, veins bulging on his forehead, as he roared, "Chen Yu! Stop trying to sow discord! My son and I have our own plans; it's none of your business to interfere! Hand him over, or—today will be your burial ground!"

Chen Yu's pupils contracted slightly, his breath became heavy, and his shoulders and back tensed like a bowstring.

He knew Jiang Wenbai was no pushover, but in this battle, he had no way out. He quietly gripped the hilt of his sword, his fingertips tracing the fine cloud patterns on the blade's spine, waiting for the thunder to strike.

Right now—

A heart-wrenching shriek ripped through the sky, and a dark shadow hurtled across the edge of the grassland, moving as fast as a falling meteor.

It was a mad, behemoth, its scales resembling ink-stained black iron, its fangs sharp as halberds, and its eyes bloodshot like pools of churning blood.

Both of them paled simultaneously, a chill running down their spines. Neither of them had expected that murderous intent would descend from the sky.

The roar of the giant beast shook the grass, a foul wind swept over them, and its bloody maw was already above their heads!

Chen Yu drew his longsword, its cold light exploding, and he followed the sword's trajectory, charging straight towards the earth-shattering attack. Jiang Wenbai also drew his sword to meet it, the blade humming and emitting a silvery glow, showing no fear whatsoever.

On the vast grasslands, life and death hang by a thread. Two adversaries who should have been facing off against each other now stand back to back in the eye of the storm—if they want to survive, they must first join forces to tear open the throat of this raging beast.

Fate has tied a knot at this moment; the answer lies in the blood and fire that follow.

Suddenly, two dark figures streaked across the distant horizon, their speed tearing through the clouds. A tyrannical and domineering pressure swept over, causing the grass on the entire grassland to flatten to the ground, and even the wind seemed to freeze in its tracks.

Chen Yu and Jiang Wenbai felt their throats tighten and their blood surge, as if their internal organs were being gripped by a giant hand. The two hurriedly channeled their magical power to withstand the pressure, barely managing to avoid collapsing to their knees on the spot.

"What...what are you doing here?" Chen Yu stared at the newcomers, his brows furrowed. It was Donghuang Taiyi and Dijun.

Donghuang Taiyi laughed loudly, his voice shaking the surrounding land: "Naturally, I've come for the fragment! Chen Yu, be sensible and hand it over—the leader of the three races has spoken, how dare you bargain?"

Di Jun stood with his hands behind his back, a smile playing on his lips. He remained silent, yet his presence was more chilling than any words could utter.

Chen Yu's face darkened, and he said decisively, "Don't even think about it."

Donghuang Taiyi's eyes darkened, his face contorted with rage, and his voice boomed like thunder: "Those who defy our ancestral teachings shall be killed! Today, I will use your blood to sacrifice to our clan's battle flag!"

Chen Yu stood ramrod straight as a spear, each word slamming into the ground: "I am the teacher of the Human Emperor—these four words were personally bestowed by the Human Emperor, not mud you can trample on!"

"Human Emperor? Ha—" Donghuang Taiyi laughed wildly, his eyes flashing with cold light, full of mockery. "Who do you think you are? How dare you presume to call yourself the Human Emperor? You're clearly a discarded disciple who was kicked out by the real Human Emperor! And you dare to call yourself the 'Teacher of the Human Emperor'? It's utterly ridiculous!"

"Bullshit!" Chen Yu roared like thunder, his body erupting with purple-gold flames, his robes billowing and flying, tearing through the air.

He drew his longsword with a backhand motion, pointing the tip directly at Donghuang Taiyi, and shouted fiercely, "Donghuang Taiyi, stop putting on airs! If I don't cut you in two today, I, Chen Yu, will write my name backwards!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already transformed into a streak of crimson gold that tore through the air, instantly appearing in front of his opponent. His longsword, carrying immense force, slashed down at his head!

"Hmph, fireflies dare to compete with your brilliance?" Donghuang Taiyi sneered, and a pale white blade of energy suddenly burst forth from his back—spanning the sky, its sharpness leaving a thin slit in the void.

"boom--!!!"

The two forces collided with a deafening roar, and a visible shockwave exploded outwards, whipping up a cloud of debris and dust.

"Crack!" A piece of blue rock the size of a millstone was hit by the aftershock and instantly shattered into dust.

"Pfft—" Chen Yu felt a sweet taste in his throat, and spat out a mouthful of blood. He was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string. He stomped his feet on the ground, carving out two deep, charred furrows, and used the momentum to retreat hundreds of feet.

"Oh? Still standing?" Donghuang Taiyi raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised. "Kid, you've got some backbone."

"Ha, cheap life, won't die." Chen Yu wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, his voice hoarse but ruthless.

Donghuang Taiyi sneered, stomped his foot, and his figure pounced like lightning. His fist, as large as a bowl and carrying a heavy wind pressure, slammed fiercely towards Chen Yu's crown.

With a muffled thud, Chen Yu's skull rang, his forehead was ripped open, and blood mixed with his hair flew into the air.

"You beast! I'll tear you apart!" His eyes were bloodshot, and his immortal energy surged recklessly into his limbs and bones.

"Bang!" Another heavy blow sent Chen Yu flying, scattering a crimson rain of mist in mid-air.

"Cough...cough!" He struggled to get up, choking out two mouthfuls of bloody foam. His gums loosened, and he spat out three bloody broken teeth. His eyes were bloodshot and burning, staring intently at the other person, wishing he could tear him to pieces with his gaze.

Looking at the swaying yet still standing figure, Donghuang Taiyi couldn't help but click his tongue and say, "No wonder he was personally chosen by the Human Emperor; his life is truly extraordinary."

He stepped closer again, a slight smile playing on his lips: "I'd like to count how many more punches you can take."

Before he could finish speaking, another heavy punch came hurtling down. Chen Yu gritted his teeth and raised his sword to block—

"Clang!" The divine sword trembled violently, his arms went numb, his tiger's mouth burst open, and blood trickled down the hilt of the sword.

But he held on tightly, his teeth clenched so hard they cracked: "Donghuang Taiyi, today it's either you or me who dies!"

His body suddenly shifted, his sword movements were like a dragon, and he executed a series of slashes, backhand strikes, and swirling thrusts in one smooth motion.

"Clang—!" The weapons clashed, exploding into a blinding silver light that illuminated the entire wasteland. Chen Yu's whole body trembled violently, his arm bones felt as if they were about to break inch by inch, and blood gushed from his palm.

His heart sank: "I am already at the peak of the Golden Core Realm, yet I can't even withstand one of his moves..." A bitter feeling rushed to his throat.