Zhan Luohu

"Damn it! Which bastard dared to strip the West of all its Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures? If I find out who did this, I'll grind their bones to ash and annihilate their Primordial Spirit!" Luohu's roar shook the entirety of Mount Sumeru, his voice brimming with boundless fury and resentment.

Before returning to the West, Luohu had already harbored some guesses about the situation here, but when he actually set foot on Mount Sumeru and witnessed the West's current desolation with his own eyes, he was still deeply shaken.

Even with Luohu's composure, he could barely contain the volcanic eruption of rage within him now.

Under normal circumstances, such a loss, though severe, wouldn't have driven Luohu into such a frenzy.

But now, with the conflict between the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin tribes escalating, it was the perfect opportunity for the Devil Race to step in and provoke a great war.

Yet, with the West's resources so critically depleted, many of the Devil Race's meticulously prepared schemes couldn't be executed. This would inevitably severely delay Luohu's overall plan—how could he not be incandescent with rage?

Below Luohu, countless devils knelt trembling on the ground.

Beside them, dozens of stark black marks stood out—these were devils Luohu had directly obliterated in his fury.

"It seems Fellow Daoist Luohu has quite the temper." Just then, a calm yet slightly teasing voice suddenly echoed from the void above Mount Sumeru.

"Who!" Luohu bellowed at the sound, his heart jolting in shock: "How is this possible? How could any being enter Mount Sumeru without my notice?"

"Poor Daoist Xuanxiao. You may also call me Dao Venerable." As the voice faded, two figures slowly materialized from the void.

Beside Xuanxiao, Gou Chen looked down with curiosity at the trembling devils below.

"Xuanxiao! The Thunder Demon God! You really didn't fall!" Luohu's face turned deathly pale the moment Xuanxiao announced himself, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"An old acquaintance, then. But you're not the true Destruction Demon God—you've only inherited part of his memories. It seems I'm still far behind my elder brother, since he let Destruction retain so much Inherited Memory, and you got it." Xuanxiao's gaze was piercing; with just a brief observation, he roughly discerned Luohu's current state.

"In the Destruction Demon God's Inherited Memory, you were clearly at death's door back then. How could you have reincarnated into the Primordial Wilderness?" Luohu's face darkened as he stared intently at Xuanxiao.

Xuanxiao chuckled lightly, looking at Luohu with a hint of quiet pride in his tone: "Since you've absorbed the Destruction Demon God's memories, you should know that my elder brother is Pangu. Do you think he wouldn't have arranged a way out for me?"

Hearing Xuanxiao's words, the devils below couldn't help but show astonishment, involuntarily turning their gazes to Xuanxiao and murmuring, "The younger brother of Great God Pangu!"

At that moment, Gou Chen beside Xuanxiao also looked at him in shock, blurting out, "Master, you're the younger brother of Great God Pangu!!!"

"What, I didn't tell you?" Xuanxiao blinked in slight confusion, looking at Gou Chen.

Gou Chen quickly shook his head: "I'm certain, Master, you really never told me."

"Alright, I might have forgotten to mention it, but it's not too late for you to know now." Xuanxiao said with an unconcerned shrug.

"Damn it, Xuanxiao, was it you who stole the West's Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures?" Luohu ground his teeth, glaring at Xuanxiao as if flames were about to shoot from his eyes.

Hearing Luohu's insolent interrogation, Xuanxiao's brow furrowed slightly, and his expression turned icy: "Are you questioning me? Who gave you the nerve? Even if you were the Destruction Demon God reincarnated, you wouldn't have the right to speak to me like that, let alone as someone who only inherited part of his memories."

Before his words faded, an overwhelming pressure suddenly erupted from Xuanxiao.

This Aura swept down like a surging tide, instantly forcing all the devils below to kneel prostrate, unable to move, their faces etched with terror and despair.

Luohu, too, was driven back two steps by the sudden pressure. His eyes wide with disbelief, he stared at Xuanxiao: "How is this possible? Even if you reincarnated into the Primordial Wilderness, with your injuries back then, how could you have such power!"

"Hmph, a frog at the bottom of a well. Did you think I was like you?" Xuanxiao curled his lip in disdain, his gaze dripping with contempt.

Luohu, humiliated into rage, bellowed, "I don't believe it!" In an instant, a God-Slaying Spear materialized in his hand, its shaft exuding a sinister Aura and gleaming with a ghostly blue light.

Beneath Luohu's feet, a Twelve-Grade Destruction Black Lotus appeared.

Gripping the God-Slaying Spear, Luohu shot toward Xuanxiao like a black bolt of lightning.

"Master!" Gou Chen, filled with worry at Luohu's reckless charge, quickly looked to Xuanxiao.

Though Gou Chen knew well of Xuanxiao's formidable strength, the overwhelming momentum Luohu displayed, coupled with this being Luohu's stronghold, still made him break out in a cold sweat for his master.

Xuanxiao looked at Gou Chen and calmly shook his head: "No matter. He's no match for your master. Just watch from the sidelines."

In that instant, the sky over Mount Sumeru seemed torn apart by two brilliant pillars of light—one violet, one cyan.

Xuanxiao's body was wreathed in violent lightning, turning the entire airspace into a terrifying thunder prison.

With a light tap of his finger, nine bolts of Purple Firmament Divine Thunder roared forth like nine dragons baring their fangs and claws, hurtling toward Luohu.

Where the Purple Firmament Divine Thunder passed, space shattered like fragile glass, emitting a heart-stopping crackle.

Seeing this, Luohu's God-Slaying Spear flared with an even more intense ghostly blue light. The spear tip grazed the void, condensing tangible Destruction Force.

This Destruction Force seemed capable of reducing everything in the world to dust.

Luohu snorted coldly, gripping the God-Slaying Spear with both hands and sweeping it horizontally.

The spear, carrying an earth-shattering torrent of power, met the nine bolts of Purple Firmament Divine Thunder like a raging tsunami.

Boom! The Purple Firmament Divine Thunder and the God-Slaying Spear clashed violently, erupting with a blinding light that dimmed the stars themselves.

In an instant, the entire Mount Sumeru trembled violently, as if on the verge of collapse.

One bolt of Purple Firmament Divine Thunder dissipated under the impact of the spear's Destruction Force.

Yet Xuanxiao's gaze remained as cold as frost as he rapidly formed hand seals.

The scattered lightning instantly transformed into thousands of sharp thunder spears, raining down on Luohu like a storm.

Luohu's expression turned grave. His spear danced like a nimble flood dragon, tracing countless fierce afterimages in an instant.

These afterimages wove into an impenetrable defensive net, shattering each incoming thunder spear.

Then, Luohu's form flickered like a ghost, appearing before Xuanxiao in a flash. The God-Slaying Spear shot straight for Xuanxiao's throat like a viper's tongue, the Destruction Force at its tip warping the surrounding space.

Thunder exploded around Xuanxiao, and an indestructible barrier of pure lightning energy materialized, firmly blocking the spear's edge.

The instant the spear tip touched the barrier, space seemed to be violently twisted by an invisible giant hand, letting out a piercing, grating screech.

Luohu exerted force with both hands, trying to drive the God-Slaying Spear into the barrier. The power of destruction surged like a raging tide, pouring endlessly into the barrier in an attempt to break it apart.

Xuanxiao raised both hands high above his head, channeling the laws of the Thunder Great Dao.

Countless Dao thunder runes instantly appeared on the barrier's surface. These runes flickered with dazzling light, erupting with an even more formidable power that forcibly rebounded the destructive force from the God-Slaying Spear.

Luohu let out a muffled grunt, involuntarily stepping back half a step. A flicker of barely concealed surprise flashed in his eyes.

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