As an old friend, I will definitely help out

But before he could think further...

In the next instant, he was once again yanked back by Hong Yuan out of thin air.

The Law of Strength transformed into a whip of the Great Dao, lashing directly onto Luohu's body.

Crack!

That Law of Strength was like countless blades boring into the Primordial Spirit; every strike against Luohu's body forced a muffled roar from his throat.

"Ah!"

At this moment, Luohu seemed to see the shadow of Pangu in Hong Yuan.

Back then, Pangu had done the same—smashing and hacking at him with overwhelming force.

But the sole difference was that Pangu had wielded an axe.

While Hong Yuan used a whip.

"Damn it!"

Luohu did not try to resist.

Yet the moment he attempted to activate his own treasure—

Hong Yuan merely stirred his thoughts, and a massive millstone materialized behind him.

The instant that millstone appeared, Just a wisp of its aura alone

caused Luohu's treasure to sputter out like a doused flame, unable to muster even a fraction of its power.

And Yang Mei, watching from the side, couldn't help but swallow hard at the sight of that millstone.

Why that great instrument of slaughter?

Good heavens, Daoist Hong Yuan was just bullying people too blatantly.

But at the same time, a trace of envy stirred in his heart.

He hadn't expected Pangu to leave the World-Destroying Millstone to Daoist Hong Yuan.

What he didn't know, however, was that the World-Destroying Millstone had originally been granted to Hong Yuan by the Great Dao itself.

It had merely been lent to Pangu for a time.

And once Luohu's treasure was rendered useless, he began to resist using his own Mana.

But unfortunately, his current strength was far too inferior to Hong Yuan's.

Even though he had once been the infamous Demon God of Demons, it made no difference.

He was like a puppet, toyed with at Hong Yuan's whim.

Yet the more this happened, the fiercer the rage surged in Luohu's heart.

Hong Yuan could clearly destroy him with a single wave of his hand—

But Hong Yuan did not do so.

Instead, he used the long whip manifested from the Law of Strength to flog him.

This was simply too much to bear.

"Hong Yuan! If you've got the guts, just kill This Ancestor outright! What is this—humiliating me?!"

Hearing this, Hong Yuan paused in his movements and looked at Luohu with some surprise: "Luohu, what are you thinking? Isn't it obvious that I am humiliating you?"

"Pfft—" Yang Mei couldn't hold it in any longer.

Hearing Yang Mei's mocking laughter, the hatred in Luohu's heart burned all the more fiercely.

If not for his previous fall, a mere Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal of the Origin like Hong Yuan would never dare to bully him like this.

Truly, a fallen tiger is mocked by dogs!

If they were still in Chaos, someone of Hong Yuan's caliber—he could wipe out a whole crowd of them with a single breath!

But then it suddenly struck him—Pangu was Hong Yuan's Elder Brother, wasn't he?

Oh. Then never mind.

At this point, Hong Yuan finally stopped.

Luohu let out a sigh of relief.

Although Hong Yuan had no real intention of killing him, the long whip manifested from the Law of Strength hurt like nothing else.

Even he couldn't withstand the pain that pierced straight into the Primordial Spirit.

But this grudge—he would remember it.

This Luohu had to repay—when the time came, he would string Hong Yuan up and whip him!

Whip him for a kalpa or two, then let him go.

Just then, Hong Yuan vaguely sensed Luohu's intentions. He smiled at Luohu and spoke in a very calm tone: "Daoist Luohu, This Venerable seems to sense you have some rather bold ideas."

"Feel free to speak them out loud—as an old friend, I'll certainly lend a hand!"

Luohu didn't reply, only snorted coldly before returning to his World-Destroying Black Lotus.

"Speak, Hong Yuan, Yang Mei. You two wouldn't come to my Mount Sumeru for no reason. What exactly do you want?"

Hong Yuan spread his hands, looking at Luohu with a puzzled expression: "Nothing at all, just came to see an old friend."

The moment Hong Yuan said this, a torrent of pure, extreme demonic qi erupted from Luohu's body.

"Hong Yuan, are you messing with me?!"

"How am I messing with you? It's the truth. If you don't believe me, ask Yang Mei. If you weren't such a foul mouth, I wouldn't bother beating you!"

Yang Mei then spoke up: "Daoist Luohu, you misunderstand. We truly were just planning to travel the Primordial Wilderness. We happened to sense your aura, so we came to see you!"

Luohu stared at Yang Mei's utterly sincere old face and fell silent.

So he was just sitting at home, and got beaten up for no reason?

Wasn't this just bullying an honest man?!

Hong Yuan, seeing Luohu's sour expression, took a step toward him.

Luohu instinctively shrank his neck.

"Hong Yuan, what are you doing?!"

But his tone lacked a bit of confidence.

Hong Yuan smiled. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hit you. I just want to ask—as the host, don't you have anything to offer when guests arrive? I've been talking so long my throat's dry."

Luohu finally relaxed at that.

But soon, he felt a twinge of shame at his earlier panic.

He had been afraid!

Damn it—if this got out, what would people think of him?

Right now, he wished he could just kick Hong Yuan and Yang Mei out.

But outmatched in skill, Luohu could only swallow his anger.

With another cold snort, he waved his hand and brought out some treasures he had hoarded over the years.

Though he rarely left his dojo, he still had plenty of spiritual plants and fruits.

Using them to entertain Hong Yuan and Yang Mei wouldn't be too rude.

At the same time, two lotus platforms appeared before him.

Hong Yuan was quite satisfied with Luohu's behavior.

Even if Luohu's expression was still unpleasant, he didn't make too much of it.

After all, for someone with Luohu's temper to act like this was already rare.

Hong Yuan then slowly settled onto one of the lotus platforms.

Yang Mei smiled and took the other.

Just then, Hong Yuan spoke again: "Luohu, you know I've already met with Causality, Hun Peng, Five Elements, and the others. Back then, I asked them what they thought of the Primordial Wilderness. Their answers satisfied me. But there's one person I've always kept in mind. Do you know who that is?"

Luohu's brow furrowed.

Given Hong Yuan's nature, he wouldn't say this for no reason.

Since he was bringing it up now, it meant this person was closely tied to him.

Either an enemy, or himself.

After a moment's hesitation, Luohu slowly asked: "Me?"

Hong Yuan laughed. "Dealing with smart people saves trouble. Yes, you!"

"You're not like Causality and the others. They generally don't stir up trouble. But you're different—your temper is too foul!"

Luohu's face instantly darkened.

Damn it—his temper was foul? Was it fouler than Hong Yuan's?

The guy showed up uninvited and beat him up without a word.

How good could his temper be?

Before Luohu could respond, Hong Yuan continued: "The Primordial Wilderness was created by my Elder Brother. As his Younger Brother, I naturally have to look after it. You should know, I hold no grudge against any of you. In fact, I'll say this—I rather like your temper. I'm happy to have some old friends in the Primordial Wilderness to chat with when there's nothing to do. So I don't hold any negative feelings toward any of you being here."

"Of course, that's on the condition that you don't cause too much trouble for the Primordial Wilderness. What do you think?"