"Damn it! Which bastard was it that dared to loot all the Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures in the West? Once I find out who did this, I'll grind him to dust and annihilate his soul!"
Before returning to the West, Luohu had already made some guesses about the situation here. But when he truly stepped into Mount Sumeru and witnessed the West's current devastation with his own eyes, he was still deeply shaken.
Even with Luohu's composure, he found it difficult to restrain the fury erupting in his heart like a volcano.
Under normal circumstances, although such losses would have been considerable, they would not have driven Luohu into such a rage.
But now, the conflict among the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin tribes was growing increasingly intense. It was the perfect opportunity for the Demon Race to enter the fray and provoke a great war.
Yet the West was now desperately short of resources. Many of the Demon Race's carefully prepared methods could not be carried out, which would undoubtedly delay Luohu's overall plan severely. How could he not be furious?
Below Luohu, countless members of the Demon Race knelt on the ground, trembling in fear.
Beside them, dozens of shocking black marks stood out starkly. They were all members of the Demon Race whom Luohu had directly slain in his fury.
"It seems Fellow Daoist Luohu has quite the temper."
Just then, a calm voice carrying a hint of teasing suddenly rang out through the void of Mount Sumeru.
"Who!" Upon hearing the voice, Luohu instantly roared. At the same time, he was greatly alarmed. How is this possible? A living being actually entered Mount Sumeru without me noticing at all!
"I am Xuanxiao, the Poor Daoist. You may also call me Dao Venerable."
As the voice fell, two figures slowly appeared in the void.
Beside Xuanxiao, Gou Chen curiously examined the trembling members of the Demon Race below.
"Xuanxiao! Thunder Demon God! You really didn't perish!"
After hearing Xuanxiao introduce himself, Luohu's face instantly turned as pale as paper, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"So it's an old friend. However, you are not the true Destruction Demon God. You merely inherited part of his memories. Compared to my elder brother, it seems my strength is still far inferior. I actually allowed that fellow Destruction to preserve so much Inherited Memory—and even allowed you to obtain it."
Xuanxiao's gaze was as sharp as a torch. With only a brief observation, he had more or less figured out Luohu's current condition.
"In the Destruction Demon God's Inherited Memory, you were clearly already at the end of your strength back then. How could you possibly have reincarnated into the Primordial Wilderness?"
Luohu's expression darkened as he stared intently at Xuanxiao.
Xuanxiao chuckled softly as he looked at Luohu, his tone carrying a faint pride. "Since you absorbed the Destruction Demon God's memories, you should know that my elder brother is Pangu. Do you think my elder brother would not have arranged a suitable escape route for me?"
The members of the Demon Race below were astonished by Xuanxiao's words. They instinctively turned their gazes toward him and whispered, "The younger brother of Great God Pangu!"
At that moment, Gou Chen, standing beside Xuanxiao, also looked at him in shock and could not help exclaiming, "Master, you're actually the younger brother of Great God Pangu!!!"
"What? I never told you?"
Xuanxiao was slightly taken aback and looked at Gou Chen in confusion.
Gou Chen hurriedly shook his head. "I can be certain that you really never told me, Master."
"All right. Perhaps I forgot to mention it. But it isn't too late for you to know now."
Xuanxiao spoke with an indifferent expression.
"Damn it, Xuanxiao! Was it you who stole the Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures from my West?"
Luohu glared at Xuanxiao through clenched teeth, his eyes seemingly spitting fire.
Hearing Luohu's rude accusation, Xuanxiao slightly furrowed his brows, and his expression instantly turned cold. "Are you questioning me? Who gave you the courage? Not to mention that you merely possess part of the Destruction Demon God's Inherited Memory—even if you truly were the reincarnation of the Destruction Demon God, you still would not be qualified to speak to me like that."
Before his voice had even faded, an incomparably powerful pressure suddenly erupted from Xuanxiao.
The pressure swept downward like a raging tide. The members of the Demon Race below were instantly forced to their knees, unable to move, their faces filled with fear and despair.
Luohu was also forced back two steps by the sudden pressure. His face was filled with disbelief as he stared wide-eyed at Xuanxiao. "How is this possible? Even if you reincarnated into the Primordial Wilderness, given the injuries you suffered back then, how could you possess such powerful strength?"
"Hmph. What a frog in a well. Do you think I'm the same as you?"
Xuanxiao curled his lips disdainfully, his eyes filled with contempt.
Humiliated and enraged, Luohu roared, "I don't believe it!"
Immediately afterward, a God-Slaying Spear appeared out of thin air in his hand. The spear emitted a sinister aura and gleamed with a dark-blue chill.
A Twelve-Grade Destruction Black Lotus also appeared beneath Luohu's feet.
Holding the God-Slaying Spear, Luohu shot toward Xuanxiao like a black bolt of lightning.
"Master!"
Seeing Luohu's reckless attack, Gou Chen was filled with worry and hurriedly looked toward Xuanxiao.
Although Gou Chen knew that Xuanxiao's strength was formidable, Luohu's imposing aura was powerful, and this place was Luohu's stronghold. He still could not help feeling anxious for Xuanxiao.
Xuanxiao looked at Gou Chen and calmly shook his head. "It's fine. He is still no match for me. Just stand to the side and watch carefully."
In an instant, the sky above Mount Sumeru seemed to be torn apart by two dazzling pillars of violet and azure light.
Violent thunder coiled around Xuanxiao, instantly transforming the entire area into a terrifying thunder prison.
With a light tap of his fingertip, nine Purple Firmament Divine Thunders roared toward Luohu like nine ferocious dragons.
Wherever the Purple Firmament Divine Thunders passed, space cracked apart inch by inch like fragile glass, producing a heart-pounding sound.
Seeing this, the God-Slaying Spear in Luohu's hand erupted with an even more intense dark-blue radiance. As the spearhead lightly swept across the void, it actually condensed tangible-looking destructive power.
This destructive power seemed capable of reducing everything in the world to dust.
Luohu snorted coldly, gripped the God-Slaying Spear with both hands, and swept it fiercely across.
The God-Slaying Spear carried vast power capable of destroying heaven and earth, crashing toward the nine Purple Firmament Divine Thunders like a raging tsunami.
"Boom!"
The Purple Firmament Divine Thunders collided violently with the God-Slaying Spear, erupting with a dazzling radiance powerful enough to dim the stars across the heavens.
In an instant, all of Mount Sumeru began to tremble violently, as if it might collapse at any moment.
One Purple Firmament Divine Thunder instantly dissipated under the impact of the destructive power from the God-Slaying Spear.
However, Xuanxiao's gaze remained cold as frost. He quickly formed hand seals with both hands.
The scattered thunder instantly transformed into countless sharp thunder spears, shooting toward Luohu from all directions like a torrential rain.
Luohu's expression turned solemn. The spear in his hand danced like a nimble flood dragon, instantly drawing countless fierce spear shadows.
The spear shadows intertwined into an impenetrable defensive net, shattering the incoming thunder spears one by one.
Immediately afterward, Luohu's figure blurred. Like a ghost, he instantly appeared before Xuanxiao. The God-Slaying Spear in his hand thrust toward Xuanxiao's throat like a striking viper, while the destructive power contained in its tip twisted and distorted the surrounding space.
Thunder exploded around Xuanxiao. A solid, indestructible barrier formed from pure thunder power instantly appeared and firmly blocked the God-Slaying Spear's edge.
The instant the spearhead touched the barrier, space seemed to be viciously twisted by an invisible giant hand, producing a harsh creaking sound.
Luohu suddenly exerted force with both hands, attempting to drive the God-Slaying Spear into the barrier. Destructive power surged into the barrier like a raging tide, trying to dismantle it.
Xuanxiao raised both hands above his head and activated the laws of the Thunder Great Dao.
Countless Great Dao thunder patterns instantly surfaced across the barrier. The patterns flashed with dazzling light and erupted with even mightier power, forcibly rebounding the destructive power transmitted through the God-Slaying Spear.
Luohu grunted and involuntarily retreated half a step. A trace of unconcealable astonishment flashed through his eyes.
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