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

The main hall was deathly silent.

Where Lu Ming disappeared, only a jade pendant lay on the ground, its surface gleaming faintly in the sunlight streaming through the window.

Xue Wuhen's face was as white as paper, his lips trembled, and he wanted to say something but couldn't utter a word.

The teacup in Xue Tu's hand was scattered on the ground, but he was completely unaware of it, staring intently at Meng Chuan as if he were looking at a madman.

Elder Xuanming abruptly stood up, opened his mouth, and finally managed to squeeze out a hoarse sentence: "Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan...you...you've caused a huge disaster!"

Before he could finish speaking—

An extremely terrifying aura suddenly rose from the depths of the Blood Sword Sect!

That aura, like an ancient beast suddenly awakening from its slumber, swept over with boundless rage and killing intent!

The temperature inside the main hall plummeted!

Blood Butcher and Blood Without Trace both changed color and subconsciously took a step back.

Elder Xuanming's face turned even paler. He could sense that the owner of that aura was far stronger than him!

The next moment, a figure appeared at the entrance of the main hall.

He was a tall, middle-aged man wearing a white robe embroidered with golden cloud patterns. His face resembled Lu Ming's by about five or six points, but he had more maturity and dignity in his eyes and less frivolity and arrogance.

His eyes were bloodshot, and when his gaze fell on the emerald jade pendant in the center of the hall, he seemed to be struck by lightning and trembled violently.

Then, he raised his head, his gaze sweeping over everyone in the hall before finally settling on Meng Chuan.

"Did you kill my son?"

His voice was calm, eerily calm.

That calm was like the deathly stillness before a storm, so oppressive it was suffocating.

Meng Chuan looked at him and sensed the aura emanating from him—

Although they are both high-level saints, the aura of Lu Feng, the inner elder of the Myriad Manifestations Pavilion, is far stronger than that of Li Gu, Lu Ming, and even any other high-level saint present!

Meng Chuan felt a slight chill run down his spine.

This person is very strong.

He is far beyond his reach!

But his expression remained calm as he met Lu Feng's gaze and said frankly, "It's me."

Lu Feng's pupils contracted.

He didn't act immediately, but instead gave Meng Chuan a deep look, his voice still calm, yet carrying a chilling undercurrent:

Give me a reason.

"Your son provoked us first, and then launched a sneak attack."

Meng Chuan said calmly, "I didn't want to argue with him, but he brought this upon himself, so he has no one to blame but himself."

"What a convenient excuse, 'You can't blame anyone else'."

Lu Feng nodded slowly, his eyes becoming increasingly bloodshot, and his grip on the jade pendant tightening. "Then you can't blame me for killing you."

Before the words were finished—

He moved!

There was no warning, no gathering of power, and not even any sign of fluctuations in the laws of nature!

He vanished into thin air and appeared in front of Meng Chuan the next moment, striking down with a palm!

This palm strike was simple and unadorned, without any fancy techniques, but wherever the palm wind passed, space shattered inch by inch!

The floor of the main hall, centered on Meng Chuan, instantly cracked open, the cracks spreading to the walls and beams, and the entire hall began to shake violently!

Xue Tu and Xue Wuhen's expressions changed drastically, and they retreated repeatedly!

Elder Xuanming's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly raised his protective laws, but he was still shaken by the aftershocks of the palm wind, causing his blood and qi to surge!

The aftershocks of just the palm strike had such power!

This is the true power of a veteran, high-ranking sage!

Meng Chuan's pupils contracted slightly. He dared not be negligent. He simultaneously activated the seven laws within his body, his figure swaying slightly as he unleashed the wondrous power of the law of time—

His body became ethereal, as if he were in a point in the past.

However, Lu Feng's palm strike suddenly changed at the very moment it was about to miss!

The palm strike remained unchanged, but a strange power had emerged within it—

That power actually pierced through the barrier of time and precisely locked onto Meng Chuan's true form!

Meng Chuan was startled!

This is... the law of cause and effect?!

wrong!

It is not a pure law of cause and effect, but a law-like power similar to "locking," which can track the essence of the target without being affected by time and space!

He had no time to think; he crossed his arms in front of his chest, and the power of the seven laws condensed into an invisible barrier in front of him—

boom--!!!

The moment the palm strike collided with the barrier, a deafening roar erupted!

Meng Chuan's body was shaken so badly that he slid hundreds of feet backward, his feet carving two deep furrows in the ground, until he crashed into the back wall of the main hall and finally came to a stop!

His arms felt slightly numb, and the power of the laws within his body surged.

Lu Feng stood still, without moving an inch.

High judgment.

A hint of surprise flashed in Lu Feng's eyes: "To be able to withstand one of my palm strikes without getting hurt... you're stronger than I imagined. However—"

He slowly raised his right hand, his five fingers spread, and a ball of grayish-white light began to condense in his palm:

That's all for now.

The aura emanating from that grayish-white light sent a chill down the spines of everyone present!

Blood Butcher's expression completely changed: "Elder Lu, show mercy! This is Blood Sword Sect territory..."

"Shut up!"

Lu Feng sneered, his gaze sharp as a knife, "My son died in your Blood Sword Sect, and I haven't even settled accounts with you yet! If you say another word, don't blame me for showing no mercy!"

Blood Butcher felt a chill run down his spine from that one look, and swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

Elder Xuanming opened his mouth, wanting to invoke the name of the Lonely Wild Goose Holy Land to stop Lu Feng, but then he thought again—

Given the other party's status, they wouldn't care about a mere inner disciple of the Lonely Wilderness Holy Land.

He could only lament inwardly: Meng Chuan, of all people to mess with, you had to provoke the son of an inner elder of the Myriad Manifestations Pavilion…

Just when everyone thought Meng Chuan was in grave danger—

Meng Chuan slowly straightened up, patted the dust off his robes, and looked calmer than someone who had just been knocked back by a palm strike.

He looked at the grayish-white light in Lu Feng's palm and suddenly said, "Elder Lu, do you know that I am an inner disciple of the Lonely Goose Holy Land?"

Lu Feng sneered, "So what if you know? You killed my son. Even if he were the son of the Heavenly King himself, I would still kill him without hesitation!"

"oh."

Meng Chuan nodded, then slowly took out another token from his pocket.

The token was entirely black, made of neither gold nor jade, and felt cold to the touch.

On the front, there is a lone goose flying against the wind.

On the back is a number—seven.

The moment the token appeared, the air in the hall seemed to freeze.

The grayish-white light in Lu Feng's palm suddenly paused!

His gaze fell on the token, and his pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints!

"A mountain that defies fate...?"

His voice trembled for the first time.

That trembling was filled with disbelief, shock, and even more so with—a deep sense of dread!

Holding the token, Meng Chuan said calmly, "I am not only an inner disciple of the Lonely Wild Goose Holy Land, but also the seventh disciple of the Reverse Fate Mountain. Elder Lu, are you sure you still want to kill me?"

The main hall was deathly silent.

Blood Butcher was stunned.

Xue Wuhen was stunned.

Elder Xuanming was also stunned.

A mountain that defies fate?!

Isn't that the strongest lineage in the legends of the Lone Goose Holy Land?!

That mountain that supposedly has only six inhabitants and hasn't accepted any new members for hundreds of thousands of years?!

Meng Chuan... is actually a disciple of the Reverse Fate Mountain?!