Xuanxiao seized the momentum and transformed the thunder surrounding him into a massive cage, completely enclosing Luohu.
Then, his fingertip lightly swept across the void, and nine chains containing the endless aura of the Thunder Great Dao suddenly took shape.
The moment the nine chains appeared, they shot toward Luohu with terrifying speed.
Luohu's expression grew increasingly solemn, and he hurriedly held the God-Slaying Spear horizontally before his chest.
At the same time, rolling black Demonic Qi erupted from the Twelve-Grade Black Lotus beneath his feet, spreading like black smoke in an attempt to block the thunder chains.
However, the laws of Xuanxiao's Thunder Great Dao displayed terrifying suppression at that moment.
The instant the thunder chains collided with the Demonic Qi, the rolling Demonic Qi vanished without a trace like snow beneath the blazing sun.
The thunder chains pressed forward unstoppably and wrapped fiercely around the God-Slaying Spear.
Luohu gripped the spear shaft tightly with both hands. The veins on his arms bulged as he used every ounce of his strength, trying to break free of the thunder chains' restraint.
Yet no matter how hard he struggled, the God-Slaying Spear's radiance gradually dimmed beneath the chains' entanglement. This powerful Innate Supreme Treasure was slowly sealed by the chains.
"Damn it! How can he be this powerful? His cultivation is clearly on par with mine, so why can he suppress me so thoroughly without even using a spirit treasure!" Seeing the sealed God-Slaying Spear, Luohu was both anxious and furious, and could not help cursing.
Should I use the Four Swords of Zhu Xian? Luohu pondered secretly. He knew that if he wanted to defeat Xuanxiao now, his only chance of survival might lie in using the Four Swords of Zhu Xian, which were still being refined.
However, after hesitating for a moment, Luohu gritted his teeth and abandoned the idea.
On one hand, the Four Swords of Zhu Xian had not yet been fully refined. Using them rashly at this time could very likely damage the four swords.
Moreover, the Four Swords of Zhu Xian were the trump card he had carefully prepared for his final battle with Hongjun. If he revealed them now, it would undoubtedly disrupt his entire plan and put him at a great disadvantage.
On the other hand, Luohu was still shaken by the formidable strength Xuanxiao had displayed.
Even if he used the Four Swords of Zhu Xian, Luohu was not fully confident that he could defeat Xuanxiao. He even felt that his chances of victory were vanishingly small.
"He still doesn't plan to use the Four Swords of Zhu Xian? This fellow really can hold back. In that case, don't blame me for showing no mercy." Seeing Luohu's indecisive expression, Xuanxiao sighed inwardly.
Then, Xuanxiao rapidly formed hand seals, and the thunder filling the sky swiftly gathered into a magnificent and mysterious Great Dao Prison, trapping Luohu firmly in the center.
Inside the prison, countless chains shimmering with thunder flew toward Luohu like agile snakes.
Luohu struggled with all his might, trying to break through the thunder chains that towered like an impassable heavenly chasm.
However, no matter how hard he tried, he could not budge the chains in the slightest.
Under the thunder's overwhelming pressure, his resistance gradually weakened. His body was tightly bound by the unyielding chains, leaving him unable to move.
Immediately afterward, whip after whip formed from Purple Firmament Divine Thunder rained down upon Luohu.
Every whip came with a dull crack and Luohu's pained groan.
"Damn it!" Luohu cursed furiously, his heart filled with humiliation and unwillingness.
At that moment, Luohu understood that he no longer had the power to fight back.
However, his arrogant nature made it impossible for him to utter the word "surrender," no matter what.
The Demon Race below watched this scene, their eyes filled with terror and despair.
"The Demon Ancestor has lost! The Demon Ancestor actually lost! Is our Demon Race going to be destroyed today?"
Their bodies trembled uncontrollably, and their hearts were filled with fear.
It was not that they did not want to rescue Luohu. However, Xuanxiao's overwhelming pressure had them firmly pinned down. They could not even self-detonate, let alone save anyone.
Xuanxiao had no interest in bothering with the Demon Race below. He looked at Luohu with a teasing glint in his eyes.
"That all? That's all? Luohu, you're really not much!"
Luohu ignored Xuanxiao's mockery and merely snorted.
At some point, a Thunder Whip formed from condensed Chaos Divine Thunder had appeared in Xuanxiao's hand.
Ignoring Luohu's furious curses, he swung the whip again and again, lashing it across Luohu's body.
"That's for destroying the Primordial Wilderness!"
"That's for failing to learn right from wrong when you were young!"
"That's for... Sorry, I couldn't think of a reason. I just wanted to whip you."
"Not that I mention it, whipping people is surprisingly satisfying. No wonder Father Dao used to enjoy whipping me so much." Looking at Luohu's pained expression, Xuanxiao thought to himself.
And so, Xuanxiao whipped Luohu continuously for a full nine hundred years.
"Xuanxiao, what do you want? I swear I've never offended you. Why are you torturing me like this? Is it because I possess the Inherited Memory of the Destruction Demon God?" Luohu's appearance was now utterly battered, with none of his former high spirits remaining.
Nine hundred years of brutal whipping had tormented not only his body but also dealt a devastating blow to his spirit. At that moment, he felt endless humiliation surging over him like a tide.
"I'm not that petty. Besides, that's a matter between me and the Destruction Demon God. I won't vent my anger on you. To be honest, I rather miss those old friends. Even if the Destruction Demon God truly revived, I wouldn't treat him like this." Xuanxiao looked at Luohu and gently shook his head, speaking calmly.
"Then why have you humiliated me like this!" Luohu roared at Xuanxiao at the top of his lungs, his eyes filled with fury and confusion.
Xuanxiao sneered. "Hmph. I'm Pangu's younger brother, and the Primordial Wilderness is the world my elder brother created. Do you think I don't know about all your secret schemes? And you still have the nerve to ask why I'm tormenting you?"
Hearing Xuanxiao's words, Luohu was startled. He stared at Xuanxiao in shock and thought secretly, How is that possible? Did he discover my plan to destroy the spiritual veins of the West?
But he quickly denied it himself. Impossible. The Demonic Qi within the spiritual veins is extremely well-hidden. Without the strength of a Primordial Grand Luo Golden Immortal, it would be impossible to detect. He must know that I incited the Three Clans to fight, which is why he's acting like this.
"Dao Venerable, the Three Clans have always been rife with contradictions and conflicts. I merely gave them a slight push." Luohu pretended to remain calm as he cautiously explained to Xuanxiao.
"Sigh, Luohu, it's not that I never gave you a chance. You simply didn't know how to cherish it. Since that's the case, don't blame me for showing no mercy." Seeing Luohu attempt to argue, Xuanxiao could not help sighing inwardly.
"Take care of yourself!" After saying this, Xuanxiao dispelled the Thunder Cage surrounding Luohu, then took Gou Chen and tore open a spatial passage before leaving directly.
Seeing that Xuanxiao had finally left, Luohu's taut nerves relaxed, and he let out a long breath.
Then, he turned his gaze toward the trembling Demon Race below, his eyes filled with viciousness. "You know too much."
"Demon Ancestor, spare us!" Upon hearing Luohu's words, the members of the Demon Race were terrified and fell to their knees, begging for mercy.
However, Luohu's eyes were cold, without the slightest trace of pity.
In an instant, countless streams of Demonic Qi rampaged throughout Mount Sumeru.
Soon, every member of the Demon Race on Mount Sumeru was eroded by this powerful Demonic Qi and transformed into an emotionless puppet.
Only after finishing all this did Luohu slowly return to his seat. His expression was icy, but deep in his eyes burned unforgettable hatred. "Damn Xuanxiao. He's a complete madman. When I attain the Dao, I will make you repay today's humiliation a hundredfold, a thousandfold, ten thousandfold! I'll hang you in the void of the Primordial Wilderness and let every living being in the Primordial Wilderness watch you being whipped. I won't let you down until I've whipped you for one or two hundred Eons."
At this thought, an ominous smile appeared on Luohu's face. Clearly, Luohu was celebrating too soon.
A whip cracked through the void.
"Smack!"
"Argh!" Luohu let out a scream.
"Next time you want to curse someone, remember to wait until they've gone farther away."
With his face looking extremely ugly after being whipped, Luohu ground his teeth and said, "Damn it. That fellow actually left a wisp of divine sense in Mount Sumeru. How shameless."
Even after that divine sense had departed, Luohu did not dare speak again. He could only endure the hatred in his heart and begin circulating his energy to heal his injuries, attempting to recover his damaged vitality.
Outside Mount Sumeru, Hongjun sensed that there was no movement inside and could not help sighing softly. "It seems I was still too late. Dao Venerable has already left."
With that, Hongjun's figure slowly vanished into the vast void.
In truth, Hongjun understood that Xuanxiao had deliberately avoided meeting him this time. This indicated that Xuanxiao did not intend to interfere in the conflict between him and Luohu.
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