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

Outside Chaoge City, five figures stood atop a hill, their auras as deep and vast as the sea, pressing down on all birds and beasts within a hundred miles, causing even the wind to cease.

The Taoist Ran Deng stood in the center, his crimson Taoist robe fluttering without wind, and his eyes shimmering with firelight, as if they contained two volcanoes about to erupt.

He gazed in the direction of Chaoge City, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable authority: "Meng Chuan, come out and answer me."

The sound wasn't loud, but it penetrated the entire city of Chaoge, clearly reaching everyone's ears.

The people in the city all changed color. Just hearing this voice made them feel shaken and their legs went weak.

In the Imperial Garden, Meng Chuan put down his teacup and sighed softly.

"It hasn't even been a few days since then, and it's happening again?"

He stood up, stretched, and in a flash, appeared above Chaoge City.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his green robe fluttering in the wind.

He glanced at the five figures on the hill outside the city, his gaze lingering on the Taoist Ran Deng for a moment, and he raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Burning Lamp? Old Man of the South Pole? Du'e? And Yun Zhongzi and Guang Chengzi—"

He chuckled. "Has the Chan Sect brought out half of its resources?"

The Daoist Ran Deng said expressionlessly, "Meng Chuan, you killed my Chan Sect's Golden Immortal, Samantabhadra. I have come here today only to demand an explanation."

"statement?"

Meng Chuan tilted his head. "He tried to kill me, I killed him, it's that simple. What kind of explanation do you want?"

"Arrogant!"

Master Du'e snorted coldly, the golden pagoda in his hand trembled slightly, and a heavy pressure spread out. "Senior Brother Ran Deng, why waste words with him? This scoundrel is arrogant and disrespectful. He should be captured and taken back to Kunlun Mountain to be dealt with by Master!"

The Antarctic Immortal stroked his beard and slowly said, "Junior Brother Du'e, please calm down. This person was able to kill Samantabhadra with a single finger, so his cultivation is at least at the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint. Although we outnumber him, we must not underestimate him."

"Brother Antarctica is right."

Yun Zhongzi held the bronze mirror and looked at Meng Chuan with a serious expression. "This man's aura is restrained. I can't see through his strength."

Guang Chengzi placed his hand on the hilt of the purple sword and said coldly, "Whether you can see through it or not, we'll know after we fight."

As the five people spoke, they had already subtly surrounded Meng Chuan.

Five streams of energy were locked onto him, and if he made the slightest move, he would be met with a fierce and relentless attack.

On the city wall, Di Xin's face was as pale as paper.

Although he didn't understand cultivation, he could still sense the terrifying power of those five auras—

Each one is much better than the Samantabhadra from three days ago!

Three of them, in particular, are so strong it's almost indescribable!

"Teacher...can he win?"

Daji stood beside King Zhou, and upon hearing his words, her beautiful eyes were filled with worry.

Although she was a fox demon at the early stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, she almost lost the courage to stand up straight in the face of those five auras.

"The Imperial Tutor..."

She bit her lip. "I don't know."

Above Chaoge City, Meng Chuan looked around, his smile widening rather than diminishing.

"All five of them at once?"

He flexed his wrists. "That's good, saves me the time of calling them one by one."

Upon hearing this, even the usually composed Antarctic Immortal couldn't help but frown.

This person is far too arrogant!

The Taoist Ran Deng's gaze narrowed slightly: "Meng Chuan, I'll ask you one last time—do you truly refuse to return with us to Kunlun Mountain to plead guilty?"

"To apologize?"

Meng Chuan laughed. "I, Meng Chuan, have lived for so many years, and I still don't know how to write the words 'apologize.' Or—why don't you teach me?"

The Taoist Ran Deng's face darkened.

"Since that's the case—"

He slowly raised his right hand, and in his palm, an ancient lamp quietly appeared.

The light was a ghostly blue, seemingly faint, yet it emitted a terrifying aura that sent chills down one's spine.

"Then let this humble Taoist priest experience your superior skills!"

Before he finished speaking, the flame in his hand suddenly surged!

The eerie blue flames transformed into a giant dragon, baring its fangs and claws as it lunged at Meng Chuan!

Wherever the flames passed, the void was burned and distorted, emitting a sizzling sound!

This attack was a full-force strike from a mid-stage Quasi-Saint!

At the same time, the Old Man of the South Pole also moved.

He slammed his emerald green cane on the ground, and countless vines grew wildly from the ground, instantly turning into a green cage that blocked all of Meng Chuan's escape routes!

Master Du'e tossed the golden pagoda in his hand into the air, and the pagoda grew taller in the wind, transforming into a giant tower a hundred feet high. Ten thousand golden rays shot out from the base of the tower, descending upon Meng Chuan!

Yun Zhongzi raised the bronze mirror, its surface shimmering, and a thick beam of light shot out, heading straight for Meng Chuan's face!

Guang Chengzi drew his sword, and purple sword energy stretched for hundreds of feet, slashing towards Meng Chuan's neck!

Five top masters attacked simultaneously!

In an instant, the world changed color, and the winds and clouds surged!

The people in Chaoge City felt dizzy and collapsed to the ground, finding it extremely difficult to even breathe.

Di Xin gripped the battlements tightly, his fingernails digging into the cracks in the stones, bleeding profusely, yet he remained oblivious.

His eyes were fixed on the blue figure in the sky—

Teacher, can you win?

Faced with five attacks coming from different directions, Meng Chuan smiled faintly and instead of retreating, he advanced directly towards the dark blue fire dragon!

The Taoist Ran Deng's pupils contracted.

Is this person insane? How dare he take my ghostly fire head-on?

The next second, his pupils suddenly dilated.

Meng Chuan stretched out his right hand, spread his five fingers, and grabbed the fire dragon by the neck!

The ghostly fire that was powerful enough to incinerate the void was struggling in his hands like an eel!

"What?!"

The Taoist Ran Deng cried out in alarm.

Meng Chuan didn't give him time to react, grabbing the fire dragon and swinging it violently!

He used the hundred-foot-long fire dragon as a whip, lashing it fiercely at the oncoming golden beam of light!

"boom!!!"

The fire dragon collided with the golden beam of light, unleashing a deafening roar!

The bronze mirror in Yun Zhongzi's hand trembled violently, and a fine crack appeared on its surface!

He groaned, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, and staggered back seven or eight steps before regaining his balance.

At that moment, Meng Chuan's figure had already disappeared from the center of the explosion.

"not good!"

The Antarctic Immortal's expression changed, and he was about to activate the vine cage to search for Meng Chuan's location—

A foot was already on his head.

"Old man, your vines are too slow."

Meng Chuan's voice came from above him, tinged with a hint of teasing.

The Antarctic Immortal felt a sudden heaviness above his head, as a terrifying force pressed down on him, stomping him directly from the air!

"Boom!"

He crashed heavily to the ground, creating a crater several meters deep, billowing with dust!

"Brother Antarctic!"

Guang Chengzi's eyes were bloodshot with rage. The purple sword in his hand burst forth with a hundred-foot-long sword light and slashed towards Meng Chuan at the waist!

Meng Chuan didn't even look, and immediately struck out with his palm.

That palm strike was unremarkable, yet it landed precisely on the spine of the purple sword.

"clang!!!"

A crisp clang of metal clashing!

Guang Chengzi felt an overwhelming force coming from the sword, which caused his tiger's mouth to split open and his entire right arm to lose all feeling!

The purple sword flew out of his hand, spun a few times in the air, and stuck into a distant hillside.

He himself was thrown backward by the force, crashing through two mountain peaks before finally coming to a stop.

"Guang Chengzi!"

Master Du'e was both shocked and furious. He quickly formed hand seals and urged the golden pagoda to suppress Meng Chuan!

The hundred-foot-tall golden pagoda, carrying immense force, crashed down on Meng Chuan like a small mountain!

Meng Chuan raised his head, looking at the golden pagoda that was getting closer and closer, and a disdainful smile appeared on his lips.

He neither dodged nor blocked.

He simply held up one finger.

Then, gently poke it upwards.

His fingertips touched the base of the golden pagoda.

The hundred-foot-tall golden pagoda remained suspended in mid-air, unable to fall even an inch further.

Master Du'e's face flushed red, veins bulging on his forehead, as he exerted all his strength to activate the pagoda—

But the pagoda remained completely still.

It was as if it were not a tower, but an iron mountain nailed to the void.

"This...how is this possible?!"

Master Du'e roared in disbelief.

"The tower is nice, I'll take it."

Meng Chuan smiled slightly and gently hooked his finger.

The golden pagoda actually broke free from Master Du'e's control, rapidly shrinking to the size of a palm, and fell into Meng Chuan's hands.

Master Du'e spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turning deathly pale instantly.

His mental connection with the pagoda was forcibly severed!