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

The newcomer looked to be in his early twenties, with a handsome face and a natural air of arrogance in his eyes.

He wore a jade pendant at his waist, its entire body emerald green and shimmering with iridescent light, clearly a remarkable protective treasure.

The aura emanating from him was clearly that of a high-level saint—although the aura wasn't particularly profound, obviously built up with resources, his status as a high-level saint was undeniable.

Behind him followed a young man in a blood-red robe, with a effeminate face and a fawning smile on his lips. He was none other than Xue Wuhen, the young sect leader of the Blood Sword Sect.

As soon as Xue Wuhen entered the main hall, he saw Meng Chuan sitting in the guest seat. A strange hostility flashed in his eyes, but he quickly concealed it and smiled as he said to the young man in the brocade robe:

"Brother Lu, this must be Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan. Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan, this is Young Master Lu Ming, the son of Elder Lu Feng, an inner sect elder of the Myriad Manifestations Pavilion. Young Master Lu recently came to visit my Blood Sword Sect with Elder Lu Feng, and we just happened to run into each other. What a coincidence!"

Vientiane Tower?

Upon hearing these three words, Meng Chuan's gaze sharpened slightly.

Myriad Manifestations Tower, on par with Lonely Goose Holy Land, is one of the five major powers in the southern part of the Divine Realm Continent.

In terms of foundation and strength, Wanxiang Tower is definitely not inferior to Guhong Holy Land. Wanxiang Tower is not only good at business, but its intelligence network covers the entire southern part of the Divine Realm Continent. Moreover, there are many experts in the tower, including two supreme saints on the surface.

The inner elders of the Myriad Elephant Pavilion hold a position roughly equivalent to the inner elders of the Lonely Goose Holy Land, and are by no means ordinary individuals.

Lu Ming stood in the center of the hall, his gaze sweeping over Meng Chuan, a slight smile playing on his lips, a hint of scrutiny and disdain in his expression.

"I heard you're a remnant of the former Hall of Ten Thousand Laws? Tsk tsk, are the requirements for joining the Lonely Goose Holy Land getting lower and lower these days?"

Upon hearing this, the atmosphere in the hall instantly froze.

Blood Butcher's expression changed, and he quickly tried to smooth things over: "Young Master Lu is joking. Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan is naturally a person of exceptional talent to have passed the test of the Lonely Goose Holy Land..."

"Exceptional talent?"

Lu Ming interrupted him, turning to look at Meng Chuan with obvious provocation in his eyes: "Meng Chuan, I heard you recently broke through to the Upper Saint realm? How about we have a spar, and let this young master experience the skills of an inner disciple of the Lonely Goose Holy Land?"

He spoke casually, but the contempt and disdain in his tone were unmistakable.

The young sect leader, Xue Wuhen, stood to the side, a smile on his face, but a hint of schadenfreude flashed deep in his eyes.

He was eager for Lu Ming to give Meng Chuan a hard time.

After all, Meng Chuan's arrival at the Blood Sword Sect as an inner disciple of the Lonely Wild Goose Holy Land forced them to serve him with utmost care, which greatly displeased Xue Wuhen, who was used to being arrogant.

But he dared not offend the Lonely Wild Goose Holy Land, so he could only endure it.

Now that Lu Ming of Wanxianglou is making things difficult for Meng Chuan, he is happy to see it happen.

Meng Chuan put down his teacup, looked up at Lu Ming, and said in a calm tone:

"There's no need for sparring. I came to the Blood Sword Sect only to find someone, and have no intention of fighting anyone."

"What? Scared?"

Lu Ming pressed on, his smile widening. "Don't worry, I'll know my limits. I won't let you lose too badly. You are, after all, an inner disciple of the Lonely Phoenix Holy Land. If you lose too badly, it won't just be you who loses face."

Meng Chuan did not get angry; he simply watched him quietly.

That calm gaze, on the contrary, made Lu Ming feel a little uncomfortable.

He was used to being respected and fawned over, so Meng Chuan's indifferent attitude made him feel ignored.

"Brother Lu, since Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan is unwilling to spar, then let's just forget about it."

Xue Wuhen interjected at the opportune moment, seemingly trying to smooth things over, but actually adding fuel to the fire, "After all, Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan has only recently broken through to the Upper Saint realm, and his realm is not yet stable. It would be better if we damaged the harmony."

This statement, seemingly to help Meng Chuan out of a predicament, actually implies that Meng Chuan is not strong enough and dares not accept the challenge.

As expected, Lu Ming's competitive spirit was aroused. He snorted coldly, "Unstable cultivation level? That's perfect. This young master will give him some pointers so he won't embarrass himself in public!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his hand, and a sharp finger gust shot towards Meng Chuan's face!

Although this finger strike was not executed with full force, it was still quite powerful!

He wanted to force Meng Chuan to take action!

However, Meng Chuan didn't even lift his eyelids.

He simply raised his right hand slightly, bringing his index and middle fingers together and casually pinching them together.

He caught that sharp gust of wind between his two fingers, as if he were holding a falling leaf.

Then, he gently pinched it.

puff!

That gust of wind vanished like a bubble.

Lu Ming's expression suddenly changed drastically!

Although he didn't use his full strength, the power of that finger strike was not something that could be easily withstood.

Meng Chuan caught that finger strike with far too ease.

The ease made him feel a little uneasy.

But he couldn't show weakness in front of Xue Wuhen and Xue Tu.

"That's interesting."

Lu Ming's frivolous expression vanished, replaced by a serious look. "It seems you do possess some skill. However, that last finger strike was only executed with a fraction of my strength—"

Before he could finish speaking, Meng Chuan suddenly interrupted:

"You just said you're the son of an inner sect elder of the Myriad Elephant Pavilion?"

Lu Ming was taken aback, then said arrogantly, "That's right, my father, Lu Feng, is an inner elder of the Myriad Elephant Pavilion. What, are you scared now?"

Meng Chuan's tone remained calm: "Afraid? You're overthinking it! Since you want to die, then I'll grant your wish!"

Before he finished speaking, his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot!

The next moment, he appeared in front of Lu Ming!

Lu Ming's pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively wanted to retreat, while simultaneously activating the protective jade pendant at his waist—

But Meng Chuan acted too quickly!

Before his protective jade pendant could be fully activated, Meng Chuan's finger had already touched his brow!

One finger!

The exact same finger strike as when he killed Li Gu!

Lu Ming's body suddenly stiffened, his eyes widened, and his pupils were filled with disbelief.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but couldn't utter a single word.

Then, starting from his brow, his body shattered inch by inch—vanishing into nothingness without leaving a trace.

Only the emerald green jade pendant fell to the ground with a "clink," its clear sound echoing in the silent hall.

The entire room fell silent.

Xue Wuhen's smile froze completely. His mouth was slightly open, and he seemed to be frozen in place, unable to move.

The teacup in Xue Tu's hand fell to the ground with a "crack" and shattered, but he was completely unaware of it. He just stared blankly at the spot where Lu Ming had disappeared, his mind a complete blank.

Elder Xuanming suddenly stood up, his face ashen, his lips trembling as he tried to say something, but found himself unable to utter a word.

He never expected that Meng Chuan would dare to kill Lu Ming!

This is the son of an inner elder of the Wanxiang Tower!

And he did it in front of so many Blood Sword Sect members!

Is he crazy?

Just because the Underworld Sect and Blood Sword Sect dare not touch the inner disciples of the Lonely Phoenix Holy Land doesn't mean that the inner elders of the Myriad Manifestations Pavilion dare not touch them!