The God-Slaying Spear's Source Power

Horror flashed in Luohu's eyes. He had never imagined that his strongest defensive spell would fail to withstand this "ordinary" bolt of lightning.

He had already done his best to overestimate the lightning sword's power, but he had still been injured.

What Luohu did not know was that this lightning was actually a fusion containing three thousand laws. How could it be so easily resisted? He had used a method meant for ordinary lightning against it, and naturally paid dearly.

Unwillingness showed on Luohu's face as he said sharply, "Then take a move from me as well, fellow Daoist!"

Suddenly, a flash of blood red passed through Luohu's eyes. A killing presence surged skyward, reaching the Thirty-Three Heavens. At the same time, boundless Demonic Qi wound around it, forming a blood-colored sword wreathed in baleful Qi.

As soon as the sword appeared, heaven and earth let out a faint wail, as though unable to bear its might.

A terrifyingly sharp force burst forth, as if it meant to slaughter every living creature in the world.

Slaughter Law!!

This was a demonic sword formed by Luohu from the Slaughter Law, capable of slaughtering every living being in the Primordial World.

The Slaughter Law was the law Luohu had devoted himself to cultivating, and the law he relied on to attain sagehood.

Moreover, the heavier the killing presence in the world, the greater the power of this law.

Now, during the Dragon-Han Calamity, slaughter took place across the Primordial World at every moment, and Luohu's Slaughter Law grew stronger with every passing moment.

By now, his Dao of Slaughter had long since reached an unprecedented level. Even Hongjun, Yang Mei, and the others dared not meet its edge head-on.

The Demon Ancestor ruled over slaughter!

A fierce light shone in Luohu's eyes, and his face twisted into a savage grimace. For this attack, he had gathered all the power of the Slaughter Law that his main body had left in this body.

He intended to knock Fuxi flat with this single blow and establish his authority as master. He would make Fuxi understand how to show him, his master, respect in the future.

The Slaughter Sword flashed and appeared above Fuxi's head.

Killing intent filled the wilderness around the sword, and slaughter hung heavy in the air. With the speed of a thunderbolt, it chopped down, aimed straight at Fuxi's head.

"Fellow Daoist Fuxi, my Slaughter Sword will not stop until one of us is dead. What's more, the more you dodge, the stronger it will become!"

Luohu offered the warning with apparent kindness, but in truth, he was waiting for Fuxi to beg him for mercy once he could no longer evade the Slaughter Sword.

"So that's how it is. Then I simply won't dodge!" Fuxi replied calmly.

"What do you mean?" Luohu frowned, unable to make sense of it.

He did not believe Fuxi could withstand this attack. After all, even his own Mid-Quasi-Sage incarnation would be grievously injured if he took it head-on.

Yet Fuxi truly did not dodge again. Instead, he unhurriedly raised his fair right hand, opened his palm, and reached for the descending Slaughter Sword.

"Has this man gone mad? He actually dares to catch it with his bare hand. He's simply courting death!"

Luohu was utterly baffled, but he would not stop. Since Fuxi wanted to die, he would naturally oblige him.

If Fuxi failed to catch it and died, then so be it. Luohu would have no regrets.

Even so, someone would have to bear the brunt of the anger in his heart, and the Twelve Ancestral Witches would make a fine target for him to vent on.

As for Nuwa's source, he could infuse it with Demonic Qi and directly transform her into a demon, making her a stepping stone in his plan to attain sagehood.

At this thought, Luohu put even more force behind the blow. The Slaughter Sword cleaved through the air in a blood-red streak, its blood-red edge flashing with chilling baleful Qi as a killing presence rolled down.

The next moment, sword and palm met.

Yet what happened was completely different from what Luohu had expected.

Fuxi's fair hand caught the enormous Slaughter Sword in a single grip, and every strange phenomenon came to an abrupt halt.

The greatest image had no form; the greatest sound was scarcely heard.

The Slaughter Sword fell silently into Fuxi's palm, unable to advance another inch. Its keen edge could not even cut the skin of his palm.

"How is this possible!!!"

Luohu stared in disbelief at the scene before him. That was the Slaughter Law he had cultivated so painstakingly for so many years!

It was the foundation on which he would become a sage!

Was this fellow's physical body made from an innate supreme treasure?

Fuxi paid no heed to Luohu's thoughts. He held the Slaughter Sword as though it were a fire poker, then exerted force with both hands. Cracks appeared across the enormous blade.

More and more cracks spread over it, covering the entire sword in an instant.

Crack! Crack!

Boom!

With a tremendous boom, the Slaughter Sword exploded in midair. Countless fragments scattered in all directions, and a terrifying killing presence swept through the six directions and the ten quarters.

The vast killing presence tainted all of heaven and earth, dyeing the entire world blood-red.

Luohu watched, dumbstruck. Fuxi had crushed the entire Slaughter Sword with the strength of his fingers alone.

"Why..."

Luohu spat out a mouthful of blood essence, which formed a bloody mist in the air.

The destruction of the Slaughter Sword inflicted a degree of backlash on Luohu's clone, but he paid no attention to his injuries. Instead, he stared fixedly at Fuxi, as though trying to discern something about him.

But Fuxi seemed shrouded in a deep mist. Even at the Mid-Quasi-Sage realm, Luohu could not see through him in the slightest.

Luohu felt a jolt in his heart. The intense confusion left him unable to sit at ease.

It had been a very, very long time since he had felt this loss of control.

As his thoughts churned, a fierce desire to kill surged from the depths of his heart.

He had to kill this man!

Moreover, given the abilities Fuxi had displayed, Luohu was no longer confident that this clone could defeat him.

With that thought, Luohu raised his right hand, and a mass of Demonic Qi, thick as blood, poured from his palm.

The Demonic Qi swiftly lengthened, transforming into a blood-colored spear.

As soon as the spear appeared, a light rain began to fall between heaven and earth, blurring the world like a curtain.

But the rain was blood-red, as though heaven and earth themselves were weeping.

The spear swept through the void, leaving a pitch-black fissure that did not close for a long time.

Countless streams of Chaos Qi gushed from the fissure, and wind, fire, water, and earth evolved anew, as though heaven and earth were about to be created again.

Fuxi's eyes narrowed. He sensed danger from the spear.

Could this be the God-Slaying Spear in Luohu's possession?

The God-Slaying Spear had been formed from the roots and stem of the Creation Green Lotus, a chaos supreme treasure. It was an innate supreme treasure of slaughter. After obtaining it, Luohu had tempered it with Demonic Qi in the western demon domain for tens of thousands of years, forging it into the demonic weapon with the heaviest killing intent in all of heaven and earth, renowned as the foremost weapon of slaughter in the Primordial World.

Luohu also cultivated the Slaughter Law, which matched this treasure. The increase in his strength was certainly not as simple as one plus one.

However, though Fuxi saw that the spear's presence was overwhelming, its body flickered in and out of sight. It did not seem to be the actual God-Slaying Spear, and was most likely formed from a portion of its source.

And that was indeed the case. This spear was formed from a portion of the God-Slaying Spear's source power.

After all, the God-Slaying Spear was Luohu's natal treasure and the foundation of his path to sagehood. He could not allow anything to happen to it. Even Luohu would not dare let a clone carry such a precious treasure.