His words were filled with provocation and challenge, causing the faces of the Saints present to turn exceedingly ugly.

Luó Hóu reached out his hand and space twisted, bringing into his grasp two dazzling sacred artifacts. A sword radiating bloody light that pierced the heavens, the Witch Slaying Sword, and a banner that wailed like ghosts and howled like gods, the Slaughter Demon Banner. They emitted a rich aura of slaughter and karma, seemingly recounting endless massacres and terror.

"The Witch Slaying Sword, the Slaughter Demon Banner, these two Acquired Karma sacred artifacts were forged from the essence blood and Divine Souls of countless warriors of the Witch Demon tribes, including the Ancestor Witches and Demon Saints, during the Witch Demon Calamity.

Today is a good day to settle old scores. Those who follow me shall prosper, those against me shall perish!"

Luó Hóu's voice was filled with undeniable domination and resolve.

He swung the Witch Slaying Sword, the light of the blade like blood, tearing through the sky. The ghastly shadows on the Slaughter Demon Banner seemed to come to life, letting out heart-rending howls, spreading terrifying Strength in all directions.

A hint of fanaticism flashed in Luó Hóu's eyes, his voice echoing from the depths of hell, resounding across the Primordial World: "My dear disciples, now I offer you a choice.

Will you rebel against the heavens and be my enemy, or will you follow the will of heaven and join my ranks, ruling over the Primordial together with me as before?"

His words carried an undeniable authority, as if he had already become the master of this world, and all other beings must bow before him.

Luó Hóu's momentum was like a colossal wave, on the verge of engulfing all the Saints present.

The faces of the Saints varied; some were angry, some were confused, while others' eyes flickered with contemplative light. Their gazes gradually converged on Hong Jun Taoist Ancestor, hoping he would take action and suppress this impostor of a Taoist Ancestor, Luó Hóu.

A hint of helplessness appeared in Hong Jun Taoist Ancestor's eyes. He knew that Luó Hóu's Strength had recovered to an extremely terrifying level, and although he himself had escaped the constraints of the Heavenly Dao, his current level of Magic Power and Dao Xing was far less than in the old times.

Seeing this, Luó Hóu burst into laughter, his laughter filled with mockery and scorn: "Hahaha, look, this is the Hong Jun Taoist Ancestor you all rely on! Although he somehow managed to escape the shackles of the Heavenly Dao, he is now just an empty shell, having lost all his Mana, utterly incapable of fighting me!"

His words struck the Saints like a hammer, bringing an unprecedented sense of despair. Luó Hóu's Strength had exceeded their imagination, and their sole reliance, Hong Jun Taoist Ancestor, now appeared so powerless.

Hong Jun Taoist Ancestor's complexion turned pale, he took a deep breath and tried to calm his voice: "Luó Hóu, although you are powerful, the Primordial is not a place for you alone. All beings have the right to choose freely.

Your wanton manipulation of the fate of all beings will eventually be stopped by someone."

A hint of disdain flashed in Luó Hóu's eyes as he swung the Witch Slaying Sword and the ghastly shadows on the Slaughter Demon Banner grew even more ferocious: "Humph, stop me? Let's see who has the power to!"

His gaze was as piercing as a sharp sword, intently scrutinizing each of the six Merit Saints, each shift of his gaze bearing an invisible oppression, forcing them to make a choice.

A wild smirk hung on his lips, as if he relished the thrill of controlling fate.

The two Western Saints chose silence, neither making a choice yet seemingly having made one.

Taiching Saint sighed deeply, his eyes reflecting a mix of helplessness and pity.

Nuwa Saint's gaze was cold as frost, her voice tinged with uncontrollable anger: "Luó Hóu, today I shall seek justice for the countless Human Race slaughtered!"

Hearing this, Yuanshi Tianzun abruptly raised his head and shouted loudly: "My will is the Heavenly Dao. I, Yuanshi, will never be a puppet of others!"

Sect Hierarch Tongtian spoke arrogantly as well, his voice resonating like a war drum: "Luó Hóu, even though you are strong, the Primordial does not belong to you alone! I, Tongtian, am willing to fight for a glimmer of hope for the beings of the Primordial!"

"Very good, very good!"

Luó Hóu, looking at the six Saints with an increasingly arrogant smile, his voice thundering throughout the Primordial World: "Good, since you are all so stubborn, then you can all go to your deaths!"

As his voice fell, the killing aura from the Witch Slaying Sword and the Slaughter Demon Banner intensified, as if the entire Primordial World were enveloped by this murderous intent.

Beneath Luó Hóu's feet, the void churned, and a giant Black Lotus slowly bloomed, each petal seemingly containing endless destructive power—the twelve-petaled Black Lotus of World Destruction, a legendary treasure capable of devouring everything. Luó Hóu stood upon the Black Lotus, appearing as a God of Destruction, wielding the Witch Slaying Sword, with the Slaughter Demon Banner floating behind, blade light interweaving with banner shadows, exerting a terrifying pressure that dimmed Heaven and Earth.

Seeing this, Sect Hierarch Tongtian's expression grew grave, aware that this battle was critical to the survival of Primordial Heaven and Earth. He quickly formed hand gestures, the phantom of the Chaos Bell manifesting behind him, its chime profound, seemingly emanating from the dawn of creation. Using the power of the Chaos Bell, he instantly separated a standalone realm in time and space, containing Luó Hóu's destructive power within, preventing damage to Primordial Heaven and Earth.

The Saints, seeing this, each brought out their treasures. Yuanshi Tianzun wielded the Pangu Banner, within which the weather changed erratically, hiding a Pangu's True Body that seemed to fade in and out of existence.

Nuwa was not to be outdone, her multicolored Embroidery Ball spinning in her hands, unfurling into rainbows that ensnared Luó Hóu. Taiching Saint, on the other hand, brought out the Tai Chi Diagram, encapsulating the Innate power of Tai Chi, aiming directly at Luó Hóu.