Chapter 552: First Form of Creation: Axe Sweeps the Demon Horde! Terrifying Apparition

He especially admired Xingtian.

So, Luo Fu planned to let Xingtian lose with dignity.

"First Form of the Nine Forms of Creation: Axe Sweeps the Demon Horde!"

Luo Fu shaped his hand into an axe and immediately unleashed the first form of the Nine Forms of Creation.

Thin threads of killing aura emerged upon Luo Fu's right hand; alongside the killing aura appeared countless screaming spirits, their wails coalescing into a mountain of corpses and sea of blood, floating before Luo Fu.

Lying within the mountain of corpses and sea of blood were figures whose aura was terrifyingly immense—even mere illusions of corpses, they still radiated a crushing, overwhelming malevolence and weighty pressure.

Because these corpses had all been gods and demons in life.

The corpses lying within this illusion of mountain and sea were precisely the Chaotic Gods and Demons once brutally suppressed by Pangu's single axe.

Luo Fu was intimately familiar with the scene of Pangu opening heaven and earth.

He had not only summoned Pangu's true form multiple times, but even attempted to transform directly into Pangu, wielding the Creation Axe to sever the Supreme Changhe.

Previously, when forcibly reversing the Hunyuan, Luo Fu had reversed the flow of time and returned to Pangu's era, witnessing firsthand how Pangu overpowered the three thousand Chaotic Gods and Demons.

Luo Fu had long since mastered the nine forms of Pangu's suppression of the three thousand gods and demons, and the opening of heaven and earth, to perfection.

Even with his hand transformed into an axe, he could execute them with flawless fluidity.

With a light slash of his right hand, an aura that dominated all things and annihilated all existence immediately rose from Luo Fu's right hand.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

The space around Luo Fu's right hand began to tear under unbearable strain.

Boom!

But before the space could fully shatter, the axe-light from Luo Fu's right hand swept across it, forcibly suppressing the cracking space and freezing it in a state of near-bursting.

Compared to Xingtian's axe-light, which shattered everything in its path, Luo Fu's First Form of Creation was clearly far more refined and powerful.

Xingtian's First Form of Creation possessed astonishing destructive power and carried an aura of annihilation—but it was merely annihilation.

Luo Fu's First Form of Creation dominated all things, towered above all things; if he wished for all things to perish, they perished; if he did not wish for all things to perish, even those already perishing must cease their destruction.

Such audacity was utterly unreasonable, utterly disregarding heaven, earth, and all things.

Boom!

The two axe-lights collided in midair.

No terrifying spectacle unfolded as imagined; both axe-lights carried the aura of annihilating all existence.

Individually, each could have torn and shattered this sealed space if unleashed without restraint.

Yet when the two axe-lights collided, they produced only a single boom.

Xingtian's colossal axe-light, ten thousand zhang tall and capable of destroying heaven and earth, was directly suppressed by Luo Fu's axe-light, which appeared insignificantly small.

The massive axe-light, like a punctured balloon, began to collapse and shrink.

In the blink of an eye, the giant axe-light vanished into nothingness.

Aside from tearing the surrounding space upon its descent, Xingtian's third axe-strike caused no damage whatsoever.

Seeing this, Xingtian suddenly snapped back to clarity; his battle fury, battered by the horrific aura of the countless god-demon corpses, faded by more than half.

The instant he regained clarity, Xingtian's pupils contracted sharply.

In his frenzy, Xingtian had not seen clearly.

Now that he was clear-headed, Xingtian finally fully perceived the terrifying aura contained within Luo Fu's axe-strike.

"Sssss… this mountain of corpses and sea of blood formed by so many powerful beings? Each one here is stronger than me? Just who is this Luo Fu Daoist, to wield such a terrifying technique?"

After carefully sensing it, Xingtian involuntarily drew in a sharp breath.

The gods and demons within the illusion of mountain and blood were unfamiliar to Xingtian, yet he could sense their power—each one vastly superior to him.

Luo Fu's ability to manifest such an apparition truly surprised him.

"No good!"

Xingtian suddenly cried out, a flicker of panic flashing in his eyes.

Just then, after shattering Xingtian's axe-light, Luo Fu's axe-light suddenly accelerated and shot toward Xingtian.

Watching the axe-light hurtling toward him, Xingtian's eyes flickered with helplessness.

He had just unleashed his full strength in a single strike and was now in the state of exhausted strength with no new power yet formed—he could not possibly resist.

As for dodging, it was impossible.

Xingtian had just realized his body was immobilized, suppressed by Luo Fu's axe-light, unable to move or dodge.

Swish!

The axe-light flew at incredible speed, reaching Xingtian's face in the blink of an eye.

As the axe-light drew nearer, Xingtian's eyes flickered with unwillingness.

Having condensed the Dao of Battle, Xingtian was certainly no coward afraid of death.

Not fearing death did not mean Xingtian wished to die.

If he must die, Xingtian wished most to perish in battle against the enemies of the Wu Clan—not to die senselessly.

Aside from dying in bloody combat, no other death was within Xingtian's realm of consideration.

Precisely because he feared no bloody battle could Xingtian comprehend the Dao of Battle.

If he were to die here at Luo Fu's hands, Xingtian would die utterly choked with resentment.