Luo Hou Is Not Luo Hou, The True Origin

Ling Xiao sat upright in the void, the aura of tribulation radiating from his body. Though his frame was not large, he seemed like the sole sun of all the heavens.

In the eyes of the world, he was infinitely immense, so sacred that one could scarcely resist worshipping him.

"You've finally appeared!" Luo Hou sneered, extending a demonic hand and grabbing at him, intending to crush Ling Xiao into powder.

He was far too powerful. The Heart Demons born from the living beings of half the Primordial World had all empowered him.

"Luo Hou, you truly surprise me." Ling Xiao's gaze shifted as he looked at the demonic shadows between heaven and earth. No matter what, he had never expected Luo Hou to revive at this moment.

Like a parasite, he had parasitized the Primordial World, only to suddenly erupt at the right moment.

During this time, Ling Xiao had been wholly occupied with dispelling the Three Thousand God-Devouring Forbidden Curse within him, turning a deaf ear to all that lay beyond his window. He had actually allowed Luo Hou to quietly grow stronger.

Fortunately, he had already dispelled eighty or ninety percent of the Three Thousand God-Devouring Forbidden Curse, so it was no great matter.

Moreover, his cultivation had advanced another step. He had condensed the ninth strand of transcendent power, and his magic power had surged greatly.

In his eyes, every one of Luo Hou's movements was incomparably slow. He saw through them all; they posed not the slightest threat.

"Buzz..."

Just as the demonic hand was about to descend, Ling Xiao abruptly struck, killing with a single pointing finger.

This finger carried no fluctuations. It was plain and unadorned, without the slightest flourish.

It was as though he had acted on a whim, as simply as