My classmates chose martial arts and fantasy, but I chose the prehistoric world.

Three days later, the Blood Shadow arrived safely near the "Wind and Thunder Holy Land".

The journey was peaceful and uneventful; they didn't even encounter any highway robbers.

Han Li was the leader of the space pirates in the Aurora Starfield, so naturally no one dared to covet his private warship on his own territory.

Once he entered the central area of ​​the Weiyang Starfield, the space pirates there gave him some face.

Meng Chuan stood in front of the porthole, watching the starry sky outside gradually brighten.

In the distance, a massive planet came into view.

The planet was surrounded by pale blue arcs of electricity, like a bright pearl enveloped in lightning, radiating dazzling light in the starry sky.

The outlines of continents and oceans can be vaguely seen on the planet's surface, but more often there are areas shrouded in thunderclouds, with thick lightning bolts occasionally striking down from the clouds and illuminating the entire land.

The Sacred Land of Wind and Thunder!

The entire planet is a sacred site of a sect!

The Blood Shadow continued its journey, and when it was still a long distance from the planet—

"Who goes there? State your name!"

A loud voice came from the direction of the planet, carrying a warning: "Take another step forward, and it will be considered a provocation!"

The Blood Shadow came to a stop.

Meng Chuan stepped out of the cabin and stood suspended in mid-air.

He stood in the void, his feet treading on invisible forces, looking down at the planet enveloped in lightning.

Then he spoke:

"Aurora Starfield, Late-stage Immortal Emperor, Meng Chuan."

"I have come seeking to spar with Immortal Emperor Lei Man; I hope you will grant my request!"

The sound was not loud, but it pierced through the layers of thunderclouds and array restrictions, reaching the ears of every living being on the planet.

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire planet fell silent for a moment.

Then, a wave of discussion arose!

"Late-stage Immortal Emperor?"

"The Aurora Starfield? That medium-sized starfield on the outskirts? When did a late-stage Immortal Emperor appear there?"

"Dare to challenge the Holy Lord? Is this person insane?"

"Not necessarily... Without some backing, who would dare to run wild in the Wind and Thunder Holy Land?"

"The laws he cultivates are probably not simple, otherwise he would never have had the courage to challenge the Holy Lord."

These discussions mostly came from the elders, protectors, and enshrined figures of the Wind and Thunder Holy Land. Their cultivation level was at least at the early stage of Immortal Emperor. They were all old monsters who had lived for countless years, so naturally they wouldn't be like hotheads who immediately started shouting for battle.

In their eyes, anyone who dares to challenge the Thunder Barbarian Immortal Emperor is either a fool or truly capable.

The other party is clearly not stupid, so it can only be the latter.

Just then—

"If you want to challenge my older brother, defeat me, Kazano, first!"

A streak of azure light shot into the sky from the Wind and Thunder Holy Land, and in the blink of an eye, it pierced through layers of thunderclouds and appeared in the starry sky.

This was a young man dressed in a blue robe, with a handsome face, sharp eyes, and surrounded by raging and fierce wind blades.

He stood in the void, his gaze fixed on Meng Chuan, his eyes filled with intense fighting spirit!

Late-stage Immortal Emperor!

Feng Ye, the second Holy Lord of the Wind and Thunder Holy Land!

After he appeared, dozens more figures rose into the air and stood far away outside the starry sky, clearly there to watch the spectacle.

These were all powerful figures from the Wind and Thunder Holy Land, with cultivation levels ranging from the early to mid-stage of the Immortal Emperor realm. They stood with their hands behind their backs, their gazes sweeping back and forth between Meng Chuan and Feng Ye.

"Do you think... given that they are both late-stage Immortal Emperors, he could defeat the Second Holy Lord?"

An elderly woman with white hair, leaning on a cane, spoke in a low voice.

A young man beside him shook his head: "It's hard to say. The Second Holy Lord cultivates the Law of Wind, and his speed is no less than that of those peak Immortal Emperors who are not good at speed. Based on this alone, he is already invincible."

I don't think so.

Another burly man said in a deep voice, "Since he dares to challenge the Holy Lord, he must have some strength. I think that even if he is not as fast as the Second Holy Lord, it will probably not be easy for the Second Holy Lord to defeat him."

"I think so too. It's at least a draw, or the other one will win."

"Yes, that makes sense."

When these comments reached Feng Ye's ears, he immediately became unhappy.

"You guys, you look down on me, don't you?"

He turned and glared at the onlookers. "Watch me defeat this man and give you all a good slap in the face!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he took action!

A long spear, entirely cyan in color, appeared in his hand. The spear shaft shimmered with a faint cyan light, and a vortex of wind could be vaguely seen gathering at the tip, emanating a sharp fluctuation of law.

Top-grade Innate Emperor Weapon!

With his spear in hand, Feng Ye moved swiftly, transforming into a streak of azure light as he thrust straight toward Meng Chuan!

This shot was incredibly fast!

The starlight stretched into a straight line behind him, and the void silently cracked open where he passed, leaving behind dark fissures.

Meng Chuan did not dodge the shot.

He raised his hand, clenched his fist, and threw a punch!

This punch contained no fancy techniques, no dazzling lights or shadows—

Only power!

Pure, ultimate, power that seems capable of crushing everything!

The Law of Force!

Wherever the fist's force passed, the void vanished silently, the laws retreated, and the Great Dao wailed!

Before that force even touched him, Kazeno's expression had already changed!

He felt as if the spear he thrust out had pierced a collapsing world...

The power of the laws on the tip of the spear was forcibly crushed, disintegrated, and scattered by a tyrannical and unreasonable force!

boom--!!

A loud bang!

The azure light and the invisible fist intent collided in the starry sky, bursting out with dazzling light!

The terrifying destructive force swept in all directions, forcing onlookers and the Blood Shadow to keep their distance, and all the nearby suspended meteorites were reduced to dust!

Kazunori's figure suddenly stopped, and then he flew backward at an even faster speed than when he came!

He tried to steady himself, but was still pushed a great distance away. His hand holding the gun trembled incessantly, his tiger's mouth cracked, and blood dripped down the gun barrel.

He looked up at Meng Chuan, his eyes filled with shock!

Meng Chuan had already disappeared from the spot.

Kazunori's pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively tried to dodge using his speed—

But it was too late!

Meng Chuan's figure had appeared beside him at some point, holding a ruler-shaped spiritual treasure that was entirely black in his hand.

The superior-grade innate spiritual treasure—the Qiankun Ruler!

A foot fell!

Kazunori only had time to hold his spear horizontally in front of him to block—

clang--!!

A deafening clang of metal clashing!

Kazunori felt a numbness in his arm, and the spear almost flew out of his hand!

Immediately following, Meng Chuan's second strike arrived!

Another foot!

This foot of force pierced through Fengye's defenses and landed heavily on his chest!

puff--!!

Kazeno spat out a mouthful of blood, his body flying backward again, drawing a long arc in the starry sky and smashing many meteorites.

He steadied himself and glanced down at his chest—his blue robe was torn, revealing a deep bruise and several broken ribs.

If the opponent hadn't held back at the last moment, that attack would have been enough to seriously injure him, or even kill him!

Fengye looked up at Mengchuan, his gaze complex.

Lost!

His opponent's strength far surpasses his!

"Thank you for your mercy."

Just then, a deep voice came from within the Wind and Thunder Holy Land.

The voice wasn't loud, but it drowned out all the other discussions.

As the sound rang out, the thunderclouds above the Wind and Thunder Holy Land seemed to be summoned and began to surge violently.

Countless bolts of lightning struck down from the clouds, converging together to form a dazzling pillar of light in the void.

A figure slowly emerged from within the pillar of light.

This was a bald, middle-aged man with a burly build, wearing a dark blue robe, with a rugged face and extremely deep eyes.

Unlike Kazeno, he was not surrounded by sharp wind blades.

He stood there, emanating no aura whatsoever, yet everyone present felt an invisible sense of oppression.

It was as if he himself was a bolt of lightning, lurking beneath a calm exterior, ready to unleash destructive power at any moment!

The First Holy Lord of the Wind and Thunder Holy Land!

Lei Man Immortal Emperor, Lei Hong!