The False Dao's circulation simulated the Dao Qi of the Tai Chi Diagram, interweaving with the Dao Qi descending from the Pangu Banner and the Chaos Bell. Under Nezha's increasingly terrifying power, the three strands of Dao Qi gradually fused, and a phantom image of an ancient and simple large axe appeared in Nezha's hand.

Without unnecessary chatter, he immediately swung the axe with the momentum of Power Splitting Huashan.

Old Lamp proved to be worthy of his veteran status, reacting the instant the array was shattered by the axe blade.

"Nezha, you rascal?"

"Grandpa is here!"

After a brief verbal exchange, they wasted no time in action. Nezha exerted all his strength, attempting a one-hit kill with his axe, but Randeng had no intention of clashing directly with Nezha.

His seemingly normal Dao Body suddenly became moldy, covered in white mold, and then disintegrated. The space he occupied instantly rotted and became flabby from the disintegrated mold, followed by green liquid spraying out from the rotted space, gradually forming a creature resembling a Mud Monster.

Upon disintegration, Randeng transformed into a slender white worm and immediately burrowed into the Mud Monster to become its driver. The Mud Monster was in fact the Corrupt Demon God's avatar, once again summoned by Randeng using forbidden techniques.

At this moment, Nezha's axe blade had already reached the monster's head. He immediately recognized the origins of this creature, sighing at the speed of Old Lamp's reaction, summoning a scapegoat in such a short time. Yet, even if he couldn't kill Old Lamp, he had no intention of holding back.

If I can't kill you, I'll scare you to death!

Under the simple and unadorned axe light, the entire chaotic region began to decompose, using the Mud Monster as the core. The Heaven Creation characteristic of the Heavenly Creation Axe forced the surrounding Chaotic Spiritual Energy to become orderly, transforming into Pure Qi and Turbid Qi, with the Pure Qi rising upward and the Turbid Qi descending. The Mud Monster's body began to uncontrollably decompose, one part rising and another descending, rendering him unable to gather power to resist.

The Corrupt Demon God avatar struggled to maintain his form and power; forcibly summoned by Randeng, he hadn't grasped the situation when the powerful axe had already struck his forehead.

He quickly reacted, softening his entire body in an attempt to absorb the axe's lethal force. Under normal circumstances, this would indeed be a rational approach, but the axe from the Primordial era has its own rules: the more force applied, the sharper it becomes!

The axe can't cleave? Then you haven't used enough force!

Nezha's long-prepared strike crushed through the Corrupt Demon God's body, the mud-like form losing large amounts of green mucus to the dispersing light. The body, split in two, bubbled continuously, clearly expressing its pain.

Nezha felt no sympathy for all of this, as Chaotic Demon Gods have no sense of pain! (serious face)

He fundamentally differed in essence from the Demon God; even though this was a Demon God's avatar, the strike was not fatal. Hence, he had already prepared a contingency, eyes flashing red as dual cores activated.

As he finished the swing with exhaustion setting in, four arms manifested behind him. Two arms wielded and scattered treasures previously prepared in the Yuxu Palace, while the other two bore a shield in front and cast several Dharma Seals with the other.

Eighty plus pieces of reverse-innate magical treasures produced a 'crack' sound, followed by a splendid display of fireworks. Utilizing this recoil force, Nezha propelled himself toward the Primordial realm without looking back.

"Old Lamp, Feces Demon God, sayonara!"

On the other side, Randeng, initially planning to harness the remaining power of the Demon God's body to kill Nezha after seeing him exhausted, then witnessed Nezha's method of treasure-induced Big Self-Destruction Technique.

He had to once again tuck himself into the Demon God's avatar's heap of feces, the subsequent terrifying explosions filling him with dread, fearful that this Demon God avatar might easily disintegrate and end his own life too.

Fortunately, a Demon God is indeed a Demon God; regardless, as long as they don't encounter other Primordial Chaos Rank beings, they're resilient. Despite sustaining two waves of damage and disintegrating, they did not die.

Randeng listened attentively as the surroundings fell silent, cautiously poking his head out. Glancing around, he found the scene was not as devastated as expected because everything was blown to bits!

All his possessions, ten-thousand-year cultivation, everything reduced to nothing, Old Lamp truly felt on the verge of exploding with rage!

Despite careful precautions, he was outmaneuvered by this brat Nezha, causing him to almost cough up blood in frustration!

Now, starting from scratch again in the dangerous Chaos, having lost accumulated resources, was like walking on thin ice. Could he reach the other shore?

Fury filled his mind, and his gaze locked onto the battered Demon God avatar. Madness was the only way to survive, no retreat possible, as Old Lamp's white wormed state guzzled feces without hesitation!

Relentless Randeng had gone completely mad. What is this but mere hardship?

So long as he could return to the peak, these would not be dark history, just the path he traveled!

...

Meanwhile, Nezha, having extricated himself, lay sprawled on the latest model of the Wind and Fire Wheel, lightning and fire intertwining as he sped forward, recklessly using drugs while following the Kunlun Mirror's guidance, heading towards the Primordial realm without looking back. He didn't realize he had driven Randeng to such extremes, and even if he knew, he would merely call him a hardy individual and take a photo for memory.

For enemies, he aimed to deal a decisive blow and then mercilessly humiliate, showing no pity whatsoever.

Racing like the wind, having changed the Wind and Fire Wheel's fuel thrice, Nezha eventually returned to the Primordial realm. Although his mana had only recovered by a fraction, an overwhelming sense of security encompassed him upon reentering the Primordial realm.

Ah!

Primordial realm, my home!

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