Chapter 22 Battle with Rahu
"The Heavenly Dao invited you, Chang Hao, so how do you know that this was your true intention?" Luo Hou did not hesitate to speculate about the Heavenly Dao with the utmost malice. "Could it be that your mind has been clouded and you are unaware of your own actions?"
"I am unworthy and have achieved nothing, but I am clear about my true nature." If Chang Hao were someone who could be swayed by a few words, he would have already colluded with the system. How could he still be standing freely on this primordial land now?
"You disrupted my original plans. I originally intended to kill you, but I've changed my mind after this meeting." Luo Hou looked Chang Hao up and down. "What do you think of me?"
“You are a person who is fearless in the face of danger and hardship, who is not bound by rules, and who is free and unrestrained.” Chang Hao saw true freedom in Luo Hou.
This is also the goal that Chang Hao has always strived for: to be mindful of his heart and to be free and at ease.
Rahu silently repeated "free and at ease" several times. "Well said. Come with me," Rahu clapped his hands and laughed. "From now on, you will be the number one under my command and my left protector."
Chang Hao looked disgusted. "I'm sorry, but it's not good to be presumptuous. Hongjun has been kind to me, but you have a grudge against him. I will not abandon him to side with you."
"Are you joking with me?" Luo Hou's smile was forced, but the threat was obvious.
"No." Chang Hao was on high alert, guarding against Luo Hou's unpredictable attacks.
Even without mentioning Hongjun, Chang Hao would never work under Luo Hou. Judging from Luo Hou's behavior, he would never again experience the feeling of being killed at any moment if things didn't go his way.
Luo Hou slashed at him with his sword, ungrateful and ungrateful. It would be better if he died so as not to cause any more trouble.
"See? That's just how you are. No matter how flowery your promises are, I won't be tempted." Chang Hao turned around and blocked the Zhuxian Sword.
Unlike the brutal and direct approach of fighting enemies in the prehistoric world, where victory was achieved through realm, cultivation, and magical treasures, Chang Hao's sword techniques, though also expansive and powerful, were a creation born from the integration and assimilation of the strengths of various schools, making him a sword master who had established his own school.
In the back and forth, he fought Rahu to a standstill, neither gaining the upper hand.
Luo Hou was full of surprise and puzzled. "Not bad, you have some strength, but that's about it."
Luo Hou stopped attacking, revealing his peak Quasi-Saint cultivation level. He calmly stared at Chang Hao, ready to see Chang Hao's pathetic state of prostrating himself on the ground.
Chang Hao lowered his eyes, a resolute look flashing across his face. When he looked up again, he had regained his composure and was once again a handsome and noble young man.
“Strength, I have it too.” Chang Hao raised his hand, and a tower radiating merit grew from his palm, wisps of golden light emanating from it and flowing into Chang Hao. At the same time, Chang Hao’s cultivation level climbed layer by layer, from the peak of the Great Luo realm to Quasi-Saint…
"The Heaven and Earth Profound Yellow Exquisite Pagoda is actually in your hands?" Luo Hou had no doubts. Who else but the Heaven and Earth Profound Yellow Exquisite Pagoda could possess such vast merit? He had truly been deceived. "You're willing to convert the pagoda into cultivation?"
"I have to give it up, even if I don't want to. I only have one life, and I don't want to die and disappear." Chang Hao said contentedly.
“I was wondering why there was such a fool in the primordial world willing to sacrifice himself,” Luo Hou thought carefully and looked at Chang Hao with new respect. “So, the Chaos Bell has also fallen into your hands.”
Chang Hao smiled without saying a word, touched the Golden Light Pagoda of Merit, and was bathed in the holy golden light of merit, which contrasted sharply with the pitch-black Rahu, leaving Rahu to imagine the scene himself.
Luo Hou's pupils contracted. There was a purple aura coming from the east on the horizon. Was Chang Hao about to become a saint on the spot?
Becoming a saint through merit is still becoming a saint. For Luo Hou, who is currently at the peak of the Quasi-Saint level, both the Great Dao Saint and the Heavenly Dao Saint are saints.
Chang Hao's smile faded, his expression turned grim, clearly indicating that he was intent on killing.
Luo Hou had no concept of retreat. Before the signs of the purple aura coming from the east and the golden lotus's supporters arrived, he activated all his equipment, revealing three heads and six arms. He unleashed the Immortal Slaughtering Formation Diagram and the Four Immortal Slaughtering Swords, intending to trap Chang Hao inside the Immortal Slaughtering Formation Diagram, with the God-Slaying Spear blocking the gate of life and the World-Destroying Black Lotus suppressing the enemy.
Chang Hao's eyes were now fixed on Luo Hou. He firmly raised the Cangmin Sword, confident that no matter how many tricks Luo Hou used, Chang Hao would be able to counter them all with his sword.
The Immortal Slaughtering Formation Diagram and the Four Immortal Slaughtering Swords enveloped Chang Hao. Chang Hao held the swords horizontally in front of his chest and shouted, "Ten Thousand Swords Arise!"
One sword can transform into ten thousand swords, forming a sword formation. Having faced the Immortal Slaughtering Sword before, he naturally knew that as long as he didn't enter the formation, the power of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation would be reduced by 50%, allowing him to defeat them one by one.
The Cangmin Sword entangled the Zhuxian Sword Formation, resulting in a draw. Seeing the situation was unfavorable, Luo Hou thrust out his spear, and Chang Hao flung out a plain-colored banner, a phantom suddenly appearing behind Luo Hou.
Luo Hou thrust his spear back, but Chang Hao neither dodged nor avoided it, taking the blow head-on. He used his body as a shield to block the God-Slaying Spear, and grabbed Luo Hou's wrist with his bare hands, surprisingly easily.
Chang Hao understood. So Luo Hou was injured. No wonder. After a moment's thought, he knew who had left the wound.
"God-Slaying Spear," Chang Hao snatched the spear from Luo Hou's hand with his bare hands and casually severed the connection between the two. If he didn't strike while the iron was hot, would he wait until Luo Hou recovered before causing him trouble?
Luo Hou, severely injured, spat out a mouthful of black-gold blood and stared at Chang Hao as if he had seen a ghost. "You are so cruel, you can even do this to yourself."
Rahu felt ashamed of himself; if he could be so ruthless to himself, how could he be so cruel to others? Would he even lose those two birds?
Chang Hao twirled the God-Slaying Spear in his hand, "Let me see the power of the God-Slaying Spear."
Chang Hao launched a surprise attack on Luo Hou, thrusting his weapon straight into Luo Hou's body. He then triggered the hidden injury he had left during the chaos, striking and withdrawing immediately, giving Luo Hou no chance to learn from him.
When had Luo Hou ever seen such a subtle technique? He always just thrust directly at the target. Yet, the same person stabbed him in the same spot once again…
Luo Hou looked down, staring blankly at the God-Slaying Spear that had been embedded deep within his body just a quarter of an hour ago...
Chang Hao looked at Luo Hou, whose mind was in great turmoil, and took the opportunity to reach out and remove the world-destroying black lotus from Luo Hou's head. "The black lotus destroys the world and has strong destructive power. You might as well give me up."
The roles of hunter and prey were reversed in an instant.
Luo Hou gathered up his remaining Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation, making no excuses for his defeat. His defeat was already evident, and it was not the time to linger in battle.
This time, it was Chang Hao's turn to relentlessly pursue Luo Hou. Regardless of whether Luo Hou became suspicious of him, he couldn't let him stay.
"Those who are not of our kind will surely have different hearts." Chang Hao did not want to suffer any strange suspicions in the prehistoric world. He would keep matters concerning beings other than those born in the prehistoric world a secret and would not reveal a single word.
Luo Hou never imagined that, besides Hongjun, there were other primordial beings who could make him so disheveled.
"Found you..." Chang Hao blocked Luo Hou's path, his plain Taoist robe now stained gold and red.
Luo Hou was exasperated. Was his luck really that bad? It wasn't that he wouldn't give up now, but that Chang Hao wouldn't let up.
The Cangmin Sword flashed before Luo Hou's eyes like a shooting star, suddenly descending.
Luo Hou unleashed the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation, and the two fought fiercely, with all living beings retreating in their wake.
Chang Hao once again ignited his cultivation level, and the Cangmin Sword shone with a cold light, transforming from extreme yang to extreme yin into a tai chi symbol.
Luo Hou felt as if everything in the world had turned into nothingness, and all that remained before him was the Taiji, silent and deadly.
He was certain that he would die and his soul would vanish. After being hit, he immediately used the same trick again, enduring the nausea as he returned to his original body to take refuge.
"Where is he?" Chang Hao swayed, stood on his sword, and murmured, "He's really gone. Is he dead or not?"
But Chang Hao himself was already at his limit. His mind relaxed, and he fell directly from mid-air, crashing straight into Buzhou Mountain, startling a flock of birds.
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