Whipping Luohu at Will

Xuanxiao seized the moment, turning the thunder around him into a tangible prison that completely enveloped Luohu.

Then, his fingertip lightly traced through the void, and nine chains brimming with the Aura of the Thunder Great Dao abruptly took shape.

The instant these nine chains appeared, they shot toward Luohu with savage speed.

Luohu's expression grew heavier, and he hurriedly crossed the God-Slaying Spear before his chest.

At the same time, the Twelve-Grade Black Lotus beneath his feet erupted with rolling black Demonic Qi, spreading like black smoke in an attempt to block the thunder chains.

But at that moment, the laws of Xuanxiao's Thunder Great Dao displayed a terrifying degree of suppression.

The moment the thunder chains collided with the Demonic Qi, the surging black mist vanished as if snow meeting scorching sun, dissipating into nothing.

The thunder chains pressed on unstoppably, charging forward and coiling tightly around the God-Slaying Spear.

Luohu gripped the spear shaft with both hands, veins bulging on his arms as he strained with all his might to break free from the chains' bindings.

Yet no matter how hard he struggled, the God-Slaying Spear's light gradually dimmed under the chains' grip, and this mighty Innate Supreme Treasure was slowly sealed away.

"Damn it, how can he be this strong? Our cultivation is nearly the same—why can he suppress me so miserably without even using a spiritual treasure?" Luohu stared at the sealed spear, fury and panic churning in his heart, and couldn't help cursing aloud.

"Should I use the Four Swords of Zhu Xian?" he pondered inwardly, knowing that to defeat Xuanxiao now, only those still-refining swords might offer a sliver of hope.

But after a moment's hesitation, Luohu gritted his teeth and abandoned the thought.

For one, the Four Swords of Zhu Xian were not yet fully refined; using them rashly could easily damage them.

Moreover, these swords were his carefully prepared trump card for the final battle against Hongjun. Exposing them now would undoubtedly disrupt his entire plan and put him at a severe disadvantage.

On the other hand, the sheer power Xuanxiao had just displayed left Luohu shaken.

Even with the Four Swords of Zhu Xian, he had no real confidence in defeating Xuanxiao, and he felt his chances of victory were slim at best.

"Still not using the Four Swords of Zhu Xian? This guy sure can hold back. Don't blame me for being ruthless, then." Xuanxiao watched Luohu's hesitation and sighed inwardly.

Then, Xuanxiao's hands moved swiftly through seals, and the boundless thunder rapidly coalesced into a vast and mysterious Great Dao Prison, trapping Luohu firmly at its center.

Inside the prison, countless chains gleaming with thunderlight snaked toward Luohu like agile serpents.

Luohu struggled with every ounce of his strength, trying to break through these thunder chains that stood like an impassable chasm.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't budge them an inch.

Under the overwhelming pressure of the thunder, his resistance gradually weakened, and his body was tightly bound by the unyielding chains, leaving him utterly immobile.

Next, whips formed from Purple Firmament Divine Thunder rained down on Luohu like a storm.

Each whip strike landed with a dull thud and Luohu's pained grunt.

"Damn it!" Luohu roared in fury, his heart filled with humiliation and defiance.

At this point, he knew he had no strength left to fight back.

Yet his pride refused to let him utter a word of surrender.

Below, the Devil Race watched the scene, their eyes brimming with terror and despair.

"The Devil Ancestor has fallen—the Devil Ancestor has actually fallen! Is our Devil Race doomed to be destroyed today?"

Their bodies trembled uncontrollably, fear consuming them.

They wanted to rescue Luohu, but Xuanxiao's overwhelming pressure pinned them down. They couldn't even self-destruct, let alone save anyone.

Xuanxiao paid no attention to the Devil Race below. He looked at Luohu with a mocking gaze.

"Is that all? Is that all? Luohu, you're pathetic!"

Hearing Xuanxiao's taunt, Luohu only snorted coldly, ignoring him.

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A thunder whip formed from Chaos Divine Thunder appeared in Xuanxiao's hand, seemingly out of nowhere.

Ignoring Luohu's curses, he swung the whip again and again, lashing Luohu's body.

"For wrecking the Primordial Wilderness!"

"For being a brat who never learned right from wrong!"

"For... well, I can't think of a reason, but I just feel like whipping you."

"And honestly, whipping people feels this good—no wonder Father Dao used to love whipping me." Xuanxiao watched Luohu's pained expression and mused to himself.

And so, Xuanxiao whipped Luohu without pause for nine hundred years.

"Xuanxiao, what do you want? I've never offended you—why do you torment me like this? Is it just because I inherited the Destruction Demon God's memory?" Luohu was now a ragged mess, nothing like his former confident self.

Nine hundred years of brutal lashing had not only ravaged his body but also shattered his spirit. Now, an endless tide of shame drowned him.

"I'm not that petty. That's between me and the Destruction Demon God—I wouldn't take my anger out on you. Honestly, I kind of miss those old friends. Even if the Destruction Demon God were truly reborn, I wouldn't treat him like this." Xuanxiao shook his head gently, his tone calm.

"Then why humiliate me like this!" Luohu roared hoarsely, his eyes blazing with fury and confusion.

Xuanxiao sneered. "Hmph. I am Pangu's younger brother, and the Primordial Wilderness is the world my elder brother created. Do you think I don't know about your secret schemes? And you dare ask why I'm tormenting you?"

Hearing this, Luohu's heart jolted. He stared at Xuanxiao in shock, thinking, "Impossible—did he discover my plan to destroy the Western spiritual veins?"

But he quickly dismissed it. "No, the Demonic Qi in those veins is too subtle. Without the strength of a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal of the Origin, no one could sense it. He must know about me stirring up the three tribes' conflict—that's why he's doing this."

"Dao Venerable, the three clans have always been fraught with contradictions and ceaseless conflict. I merely gave them a little push." Luohu forced himself to stay calm, cautiously watching Xuanxiao as he explained.

"Alas, 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 being unkind." Xuanxiao looked at Luohu, who was trying to justify himself, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

"You're on your own!" With that, Xuanxiao dispelled the Thunder Cage enveloping Luohu, tore open a Space Passage with Gou Chen, and left directly.

Seeing that Xuanxiao had finally departed, Luohu's taut nerves finally relaxed, and he let out a long sigh of relief.

Then, he turned his gaze to the cowering Devil Race below, his eyes blazing with murderous intent: "You know too much."

"Devil Ancestor, spare us!!" The Devils, hearing Luohu's words, were instantly terrified and fell to their knees begging for mercy.

But Luohu's eyes were icy cold, with not a shred of pity.

In an instant, countless streams of Demonic Qi rampaged through Mount Sumeru.

Soon, all the Devils on Mount Sumeru were eroded by this powerful Demonic Qi, turning into emotionless puppets.

After finishing all this, Luohu slowly returned to his seat. His expression was as cold as frost, but deep in his eyes was a bone-deep hatred: "Damn that Xuanxiao, he's a madman. The humiliation of today—when I attain the Dao, I'll make you repay it a hundredfold, a thousandfold! I'll hang you in the void of the Primordial Wilderness and let all its living beings watch as you're flogged. I won't let you down even after a hundred or two hundred Eons."

At this thought, a sinister smile crept across Luohu's face. But clearly, he was celebrating too soon.

A whip lashed out from the void.

"Crack!"

"Ah!" Luohu screamed in agony.

"Next time you want to curse someone, remember to wait until they're far away before you start."

His face stinging from the whip, Luohu ground his teeth and said, "Damn it, that bastard actually left a sliver of divine sense in Mount Sumeru. How utterly shameless."

Even though the divine sense had left, Luohu dared not speak another word. He could only swallow his hatred and begin circulating his energy to heal, trying to recover his depleted vitality.

Outside Mount Sumeru, Hongjun sensed the stillness within and let out a soft sigh: "It seems I've arrived too late. The Dao Venerable has already left."

With that, Hongjun's figure slowly faded into the vast void.

In truth, Hongjun understood that Xuanxiao had deliberately avoided meeting him this time, signaling that he had no intention of interfering in the conflict between Hongjun and Luohu.