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

On this day, the peace of Wanfa Island was completely shattered.

Meng Chuan had just emerged from seclusion and was in the courtyard sorting through his gains and insights over the years when he suddenly felt a terrifying aura pressing down from the horizon—

That wasn't the aura of one person, but that of a group of people!

He suddenly looked up and saw that the tide of laws above Wanfa Island was being stirred up by an invisible hand, churning wildly and forming a huge vortex.

At the center of the vortex, a gigantic, jet-black warship burst forth from the sky!

The warship was thousands of feet long and was made entirely of a jet-black metal. Its hull was covered with dense runes and exuded a suffocating aura.

At the bow, a black flag fluttered in the wind, embroidered with a skull, its eyes burning with eerie green flames—

Hades Sect!

Meng Chuan's pupils contracted.

Although he didn't know much about the power structure of the Divine Realm Continent, he had heard of the Underworld King Sect when he was in Linhai City.

It was a behemoth on par with the Hall of Ten Thousand Laws, with its territory bordering that of the Hall of Ten Thousand Laws. The two had fought for resources and territory for countless millennia.

But he never expected that the Underworld Sect would dare to directly attack Wanfa Island!

Although Wanfa Island is not the headquarters of Wanfa Hall, it is an important stronghold of Wanfa Hall in the coastal area, and it is guarded by a high-ranking saint of Wanfa Hall!

The fact that the Underworld Sect dared to attack Wanfa Island shows that they were prepared for a full-scale war!

"Everyone, listen up—"

A chilling voice echoed from the black warship, reverberating throughout Wanfa Island: "Slaughter every last man and dog on Wanfa Island!"

As soon as the words were spoken, a dense mass of figures poured out of the warship—

At least a hundred Saint-level experts swarmed toward Wanfa Island like locusts!

Among them, three auras were particularly terrifying, each no weaker than the golden-robed old man from the Bounty Hall!

Three supreme saints!

Meng Chuan's heart sank.

Three high-ranking saints led the way, accompanied by hundreds of saintly powerhouses.

Clearly, the Underworld Sect is determined to take over Ten Thousand Laws Island!

The island of Wanfa instantly erupted into chaos.

Regardless of whether they were from the Hall of Ten Thousand Laws or not, they all rushed out of their residences to try to organize a resistance, but the difference in combat strength between the two sides was simply too great.

"My lord of the Underworld Sect, I am not a member of the Hall of Myriad Laws. May I leave?"

The powerful members of the Underworld Sect were like tigers among sheep. Wherever they went, whether they were from the Myriad Laws Hall or independent cultivators, blood splattered everywhere and screams rose and fell.

Buildings collapsed under the impact of the laws, streets were stained red with blood, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Without hesitation, Meng Chuan turned and rushed towards Yan Qing and Tapa's room.

"Yan Qing! Tapa! Get out of seclusion immediately!"

He blasted open the door to their room with a single palm strike, only to find Yan Qing awakened from her cultivation, her face pale as she stared at the scene outside.

Tapa also awoke from his meditation, his breathing still somewhat unsteady, clearly having been forcibly interrupted during his cultivation.

"What's going on?!"

Yan Qing's voice trembled slightly.

"The Underworld Sect, a native force of the Divine Realm no weaker than the Hall of Ten Thousand Laws, is attacking Ten Thousand Laws Island. Even with three high-level saints leading the charge, they cannot stop it."

Meng Chuan spoke rapidly, "Follow me, before they have time to seal off the entire island, let's break out!"

Yan Qing and Tapa were not indecisive people, and upon hearing this, they immediately nodded and followed Meng Chuan out of the courtyard.

However, as soon as they stepped out, they ran into a group of powerful members of the Underworld Sect.

The leader was a bald, burly man with the cultivation of a mid-level Saint. Upon seeing Meng Chuan and his companions, he grinned maliciously: "Oh, there are still three fish that slipped through the net—"

Before he could finish speaking, Meng Chuan had already made his move!

Without any words or probing, he threw a punch!

The five laws of power—the Law of Force, the Law of Slaughter, the Law of Destruction, the Law of Space, and the Law of Time—merged into one, transforming into an unparalleled fist aura that directly blasted the bald giant and the seven or eight Netherworld Sect disciples behind him into dust!

The blood mist exploded in the air before anyone could even scream.

Yan Qing and Tapa were shocked by what they saw.

They had been in seclusion for many years and were unaware that Meng Chuan had already integrated five laws.

The power of that punch made them realize that Meng Chuan's strength had reached a level they could hardly attain.

But this is not the time for sentimentality.

Meng Chuan led the way, with Yan Qing and Tapa following closely behind. The three of them transformed into a streak of light and rushed towards the edge of Wanfa Island.

Along the way, they were constantly intercepted by disciples of the Underworld Sect.

Meng Chuan showed no mercy, his attacks were always deadly!

He didn't even use the Heaven-Opening Axe; with just his fists, no one could stop him.

After integrating the five laws, his combat power has far exceeded that of an ordinary mid-level saint.

Those mid-level Saints of the Underworld Sect couldn't even withstand a single move from him!

One punch, one kill; one kick, two kills!

In the short time it takes to drink a cup of tea, more than a dozen mid-level Saints of the Underworld Sect have died at his hands!

Such an outstanding performance naturally attracted the attention of the higher-ups of the Underworld Sect.

On the black warship, an old man dressed in a black robe squinted and looked in the direction where Meng Chuan was.

"Who...is that person?"

One of his subordinates quickly shook his head: "I don't know him. He's not a core disciple of the Hall of Ten Thousand Laws, nor is he an elder."

"He has integrated at least five laws, and his combat power far surpasses that of others of the same level..." A cold glint flashed in the black-robed elder's eyes. "Such a promising talent cannot be allowed to leave alive."

He was about to order someone to intercept Meng Chuan—

Just then, a golden pillar of light shot into the sky from the center of Wanfa Island!

Immediately afterwards, a vast aura erupted, sweeping across the entire island!

That's the aura of a high-ranking saint!

The person in charge of the Myriad Laws Hall on Myriad Laws Island, the head of the Bounty Hall, that old man in golden robes, has finally made his move!

He stood in mid-air, his golden robes fluttering in the wind under the influence of the laws, and he held a golden spear in his hand, the tip of which pointed directly at the black warship.

"Now that you three fellow Daoists from the Underworld Sect are here, why hide yourselves?"

The old man in the golden robe spoke calmly, yet with an undeniable air of authority.

Three figures appeared simultaneously on the black warship.

On the left is a gaunt old man in a black robe, holding a black cane with a dark green gemstone at the top, exuding an eerie aura of death.

On the right is a burly middle-aged man, unarmed, but covered in black scales, like the incarnation of some kind of monster.

In the middle was a handsome young man with a delicate, almost effeminate air, holding a folding fan and smiling at the old man in golden robes.

"Elder Wan, how have you been?"

The effeminate young man shook his folding fan, his tone as relaxed as if he were greeting an old friend.

The golden-robed elder, Elder Wan, coldly stared at him: "Is the Underworld King Sect going to wage a full-scale war against the Hall of Ten Thousand Laws?"

"All-out war?" The effeminate young man chuckled. "Elder Wan is joking. We simply wish to invite Elder Wan to visit the Underworld Sect for a while, and incidentally... to take over the management of Myriad Laws Island."

"dream!"

Elder Wan roared, and with a flick of his golden spear, it transformed into a golden lightning bolt, piercing straight at the effeminate youth!

A great battle erupted instantly!

The clash between the four supreme sages was earth-shattering!

The golden spear light collided with the black aura of death, creating shockwaves visible to the naked eye that shattered the clouds within a radius of tens of thousands of miles!

Wanfa Island below suffered even more – buildings collapsed, the earth cracked, and seawater flooded in, as if the end of the world had arrived!

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Meng Chuan led Yan Qing and Tapa to rush out.

He could sense that although the three high-level saints were fighting with Elder Wan, one of them would occasionally glance at him.

Clearly, his performance of killing more than a dozen mid-level saints just now has attracted the attention of the Underworld King Sect!

"quick!"

Meng Chuan gritted his teeth and pushed his speed to the limit.

Yan Qing and Tapa also tried their best to keep up.

Just as they were about to break out of the territory of Wanfa Island—

A deafening roar came from behind!