"I decree this man to be bound at once."
Luohu, too, grew serious, summoning a divine ability of the same origin, determined to suppress Hongjun.
Yet their magic arts sprang from the same root; in a short time, neither could gain the upper hand.
Though Hongjun had not yet reached the Heavenly Dao Realm, he had already merged with the Dao of Heaven. With every move, he could activate Heavenly Dao's Might, dealing with Luohu without falling behind.
He was not the Heavenly Dao, yet he possessed the might of the Heavenly Dao.
"If my true body were here, I would have long since severed you, Hongjun, with a single sword!"
After attacking for so long without success, violent resentment churned in Luohu's heart, and his hatred was difficult to suppress.
Hongjun smiled calmly, his tone mild yet sharp. "Luohu, your true body is still trapped in dire straits and can barely protect itself. Why bother spouting such wild boasts?"
Hearing this, Luohu flew into a rage.
His attacks became increasingly ruthless, every move aimed at taking a life.
Hongjun responded with composure, unhurried and unflustered, yet he sealed off every avenue of attack and steadily received every assault.
The bamboo staff swept out, purple light surging and blotting out the chaos, as if the canopy of heaven had descended.
A vast river stretching billions of miles burst forth from Deep Chaos, carrying a monstrous force as it rushed straight at Luohu.
"Hmph, and you dare flaunt such a petty trick?"
Luohu pointed at the river in the void from afar. Behind him, four faintly visible Swords of Zhu Xian rose into the air in response, shooting forth ten thousand rays of brilliance. Sword qi crisscrossed, churning the chaos until seas overturned and rivers roiled.
The four swords each occupied