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

Ancestor of Mount Ming!

The old-guard high-level saint of the Underworld Sect is skilled in soul attacks and illusions, and is a well-known figure among the high-level saints in this coastal area.

He stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at Meng Chuan with a playful smile on his lips.

"Meng Chuan..."

The Old Ancestor of Mingshan spoke slowly, his voice hoarse and deep, "A guest elder of the Hall of Myriad Laws, who has killed six mid-level Saints of my Underworld King Sect in seven years... What skill, what courage."

His tone was as if he were praising a junior, but his nonchalant manner revealed an undisguised murderous intent.

Meng Chuan straightened up, the wariness on his face slowly fading, replaced by an unusual calm.

"Ancestor of Mount Ming".

He announced the other person's name in a calm tone, his contracted pupils relaxing.

At this moment, he naturally realized that the other party's "departure" was just a smokescreen.

The Old Ancestor of Mingshan had a cold look in his eyes. "Meng Chuan, I really didn't expect that I could catch such a big fish as you so easily."

Lady White Bone chuckled softly, then gracefully walked to the side of the Netherworld Ancestor. Her gaze swept over Meng Chuan, carrying a hint of pity and a touch of pleasure.

"Elder Meng, you are indeed very powerful. Within seven years, you have killed six mid-level Saints of my Underworld King Sect. You can't find another mid-level Saint in the entire Linhai region with such a record."

"But you're in too much of a hurry."

She shook her head, a hint of regret in her voice, "Do you think the Underworld Sect will just stand by and watch you kill all our mid-level Saints one by one? Do you think we won't react?"

"Ever since you killed 'Bloody Hand Li Tian,' headquarters has been taking notice of you."

"From the moment you killed 'Ghost-Faced Asura,' headquarters began formulating a plan to hunt you down."

"And me..."

Lady White Bone smiled slightly, a hint of smugness in her smile, "I am merely one of the nine baits."

As soon as he finished speaking, three more figures emerged from the darkness surrounding the courtyard.

Those were three mid-level Saints, their auras calm and composed, clearly all experts among the mid-level Saints of the Underworld Sect.

They positioned themselves at the four corners, blocking all of Meng Chuan's escape routes.

Add to that the Venerable Ancestor of Mount Ming, a high-ranking saint, and Lady White Bone herself—

This lineup would make even a high-level saint think twice, let alone a mid-level saint.

The Old Ancestor of Mingshan stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at Meng Chuan as if admiring a collectible he was about to acquire.

"Meng Chuan, I'll give you two choices."

He held up two withered fingers. "First, surrender and let me seal your cultivation, then take you back to the Underworld King Sect headquarters and hand you over to the sect leader for punishment."

"second……"

He grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth. "I'll personally beat you half to death and then bring you back to headquarters."

Which one do you choose?

The courtyard was completely silent.

A night breeze blew by, carrying a few fallen leaves that twirled and fell through the air.

Lady White Bone and the other three mid-level saints all looked at Meng Chuan, waiting to see the fear, despair, or anger on his face.

But they were disappointed.

Meng Chuan's face showed none of the expression they had expected.

There was no fear, no despair, no anger.

Only peace...

A kind of indifferent calm!

He slowly raised his head, looked at the Old Ancestor of Mingshan, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Ancestor of Mount Ming..."

He spoke, his tone unhurried, "Do you think I came alone?"

The brow of the Old Ancestor of Mount Ming suddenly twitched!

Having lived for so many years and witnessed countless storms, his sense of danger had been honed to an extremely keen level.

The moment Meng Chuan uttered those words, a strong sense of unease immediately arose in his heart!

But it was too late.

Almost at the same moment Meng Chuan finished speaking—

Three terrifying auras shot into the sky from three different directions on Ghost Island without warning!

Those three auras were no weaker than those of the Nether Mountain Ancestor!

In fact, there are two who are even stronger than him!

"What?!"

The expression on the face of the Old Ancestor of Mount Mingshan changed drastically in an instant!

He abruptly turned his head, looking in the direction from which the three auras were coming—

Three streaks of light shot out from three different directions at incredible speed, appearing above the courtyard in the blink of an eye!

Three figures stood in mid-air!

On the left was a man dressed in a blue Taoist robe, with white hair and a youthful face. He held a whisk in his hand and was surrounded by a soft blue light. He looked like an immortal, but his half-closed eyes occasionally flashed with a sharp glint.

The man in the middle was as tall and strong as a mountain. He was shirtless, and his bronze skin was covered with dense scars, making him look like a war god who had emerged from an ancient battlefield.

He had no weapons, but his fists were the strongest weapons.

The person on the right is a woman who looks to be in her early thirties. She is wearing a purple dress, has a cold and beautiful face, and a noble temperament.

She held a purple longsword in her hand, its blade shimmering with a dreamlike purple light and radiating a chilling aura of law.

Three supreme saints!

Moreover, each and every one of them is an outstanding individual among the high-ranking saints!

The face of the Old Ancestor of Mingshan instantly turned extremely ugly!

His pupils contracted sharply, and his voice held a hint of disbelief: "The Hall of Ten Thousand Laws... True Man Qingmu, Venerable Overlord Fist, Fairy Purple Lightning?!"

These three are all renowned figures among the high-ranking saints of the Hall of Myriad Laws!

Master Aoki may not be the strongest in combat, but his ability to survive and heal is second to none among the high-ranking saints of the Hall of Ten Thousand Laws.

Baquan Zun Zhe is a pure power-type expert whose iron fists have dominated the coastal area. He is a well-known battle maniac among his peers.

The Purple Lightning Fairy is renowned for her speed and swordsmanship; her sword strikes are as fast as lightning, making them impossible to defend against.

Any one of these three is on par with, or even surpasses, the Old Ancestor of Mingshan!

And now—three people are here at the same time!

The heart of the Old Ancestor of the Underworld Mountain sank to the bottom!

He understood everything in an instant!

This is a trap!

This was a trap from the very beginning!

It wasn't a trap he set for Meng Chuan—

It was a trap set for him by the Hall of Ten Thousand Laws!

"Elder Meng, you've worked hard."

Aoki Masato smiled slightly, nodded to Meng Chuan, and spoke in a gentle tone.

"Leave the rest to us."

The Overlord Fist Venerable twisted his neck, making a series of crackling sounds, and grinned to reveal a set of white teeth. His gaze towards the Nether Mountain Ancestor was full of fighting spirit.

"Old man Ming, it's been a long time... The last time we fought was tens of thousands of years ago, wasn't it? I wonder if your old bones can still withstand a few of my punches?"

The Purple Lightning Fairy did not speak, but slowly drew her purple longsword.

The moment the sword was drawn, a sharp sword intent soared into the sky, cutting the clouds in the night sky in two!

The face of the Old Ancestor of Mingshan was as black as the bottom of a pot.