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

This attack by Puxian was already the full-force attack of a Great Luo Golden Immortal!

The soldiers on the city wall were so overwhelmed by the terrifying aura that they collapsed to the ground.

Di Xin was also shaken by that force and had to retreat repeatedly, his face as pale as paper.

Only Meng Chuan remained standing in the same spot, motionless.

He stared at the white beam of light descending from the sky, his eyes devoid of any emotion.

Then, he extended his right hand.

Spread your five fingers.

A gentle squeeze.

That devastating white beam of light froze in mid-air.

It was as if an invisible hand was holding it firmly.

Puxian's expression changed drastically!

He desperately channeled his magical power, trying to break free from the restraints—

But no matter how hard he tried, the white beam of light remained completely still.

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

Puxian's voice was filled with disbelief.

He is a Great Immortal!

His full-force attack was something even a quasi-saint couldn't withstand so easily!

unless--

A terrible thought popped into his mind.

Could it be... that he isn't a quasi-saint?

Could it be... a saint?!

impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

In the primordial world, there were only a handful of sages, and he knew them all!

There has never been a sage named Meng Chuan!

Meng Chuan ignored the turmoil in his heart.

He just gave it a light squeeze.

"Click—"

Countless cracks appeared on the white beam of light.

The cracks spread rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, they covered the entire beam of light.

Then--

"boom!!!"

The white pillar of light shattered with a deafening roar, turning into countless specks of light that dissipated between heaven and earth.

Samantabhadra's true form trembled violently, and pain appeared on all three faces at the same time. The magical artifacts in his six arms flew out of his hands!

He was struck as if by a heavy blow, spitting out a mouthful of blood as he plummeted from mid-air, crashing heavily to the ground and creating a large crater.

The dust settled.

Samantabhadra lay at the bottom of the pit, his true form had collapsed, and he had returned to his original appearance.

He was covered in blood, barely breathing, and his eyes were filled with fear and despair.

He lost.

A crushing defeat.

He didn't even know how the other party made their move.

Meng Chuan stood atop the city wall, looking down at him with indifferent eyes.

"I gave you a chance."

He raised his right hand, his index finger pointing to Samantabhadra's brow.

"Unfortunately, you didn't cherish it."

Samantabhadra's pupils suddenly contracted!

He sensed the approach of death!

"No! You can't kill me!"

He screamed hoarsely, "I am one of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect! If you kill me, the Primordial Heavenly Lord will not let you off!"

"oh."

Meng Chuan's answer consisted of only one word.

Then, a beam of blue light shot out from his fingertips.

The streak of blue light was as thin as a hair, yet its speed was incredibly fast.

Before Puxian could even scream, the blue light pierced through his brow.

His eyes dimmed instantly, and his life force rapidly faded.

Moments later, this Great Luo Golden Immortal, one of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect, turned into a cold corpse.

The battlefield was deathly silent.

Everyone stared in disbelief at the scene.

The Golden Immortal of the Chan Sect—a Great Luo Golden Immortal—was killed just like that?

Killed with a single finger?

The morale of the soldiers in the Xiqi army plummeted to rock bottom.

Those who had initially believed that with the help of a celestial being, victory was assured, now felt only fear.

Even a Great Luo Golden Immortal is no match for them, so wouldn't these mortals be throwing their lives away if they went up against them?

Zhou Gongdan's face was ashen, and his hand gripping the sword hilt trembled slightly.

He looked at Jiang Ziya, his voice hoarse: "Prime Minister... what do we do now?"

Jiang Ziya remained silent for a long time before slowly uttering two words: "Withdraw the troops."

The Xiqi army retreated.

Like the tide, it comes quickly and goes quickly.

A deafening cheer erupted atop the walls of Chaoge!

The soldiers brandished their weapons, their eyes brimming with emotion!

They won!

We won the battle without losing a single soldier!

Di Xin stood on the city wall, watching Meng Chuan's back, and an indescribable emotion welled up in his heart.

Who exactly is his teacher?

Killing a Grand Luo Golden Immortal is as easy as crushing an ant?

Such methods are probably beyond even those of legendary saints.

"teacher……"

Di Xin stepped forward, his voice trembling slightly, "Are you... alright?"

Meng Chuan turned around and smiled: "What could be wrong with me? But Your Majesty, you don't look too well."

The Emperor gave a forced smile: "Teacher killed a Golden Immortal of the Chan Sect, I'm afraid..."

"What if the Chan Sect retaliates?"

Meng Chuan interrupted him, "Don't worry, since I dare to kill him, I'm not afraid of the forces behind him."

He paused, gazing into the distance, his tone becoming meaningful: "Besides—even if I don't kill him, what's meant to happen will happen. Rather than keeping a dog around biting people, it's better to kill it sooner rather than later, which will also serve as a deterrent to the other dogs."

Di Xin nodded thoughtfully.

Although he didn't quite understand the deeper meaning behind Meng Chuan's words, he knew that with his teacher around, he had nothing to fear.

That night, a grand victory celebration banquet was held in Chaoge City.

Emperor Xin personally poured wine for Meng Chuan, and all the civil and military officials stepped forward to offer their congratulations.

Meng Chuan welcomed everyone, drank them all, and chatted and laughed.

But his gaze kept drifting into the distance.

He knew that killing Puxian was just the beginning.

The real opponent will appear soon.

……

three days later.

Outside Chaoge City, a sudden storm arose.

The clear sky suddenly darkened, and dark clouds gathered from all directions, blocking out the sunlight.

A terrifying aura swept in from the distant horizon!

Every breath he exudes far surpasses that of Samantabhadra!

Every single aura emanating from them is at the Quasi-Saint level!

The people in the city looked up in terror, only to see several streaks of light appear on the horizon—

A fiery red streak, intensely hot;

A vibrant, emerald-green landscape, teeming with life;

A golden ray, like the rising sun, majestic and awe-inspiring;

A deep, unfathomable blue, like the sea;

A purple aura arrives from the east, signifying unparalleled nobility!

Five streaks of light pierced the sky and landed on a hill outside Chaoge City.

The light faded, revealing five figures.

The leader was dressed in a bright red Taoist robe, with an ancient face and eyes that seemed to burn with two flames.

As he stood there, the surrounding vegetation withered automatically, and the soil on the ground cracked from the heat.

This person is none other than the Vice Leader of the Chan Sect—Randeng Daoren!

Mid-stage Quasi-Saint, second only to Yuanshi Tianzun in the Chan Sect!

To his left stood an elderly man dressed in a green Taoist robe, holding a bright green cane, surrounded by a rich vitality.

That was the Antarctic Immortal, a Quasi-Saint in the early stage, with endless lifespan and boundless magical power.

To his right stood a middle-aged man in a golden Taoist robe, with a dignified face, holding a small, exquisite golden pagoda in his hands.

That was the master of Li Jing, the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King—the True Man Du'e, a Quasi-Saint in the early stage, whose cultivation was unfathomable.

Behind the two men stood two Taoist priests.

That was Yun Zhongzi. Although he had not yet reached the Quasi-Saint level, he was already a half-step Quasi-Saint, just one step away from breaking through.

The other was dressed in a purple Taoist robe, with a handsome face and a purple longsword hanging at his waist.

That was Guang Chengzi, the leader of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect, whose cultivation had also reached the level of a half-step Quasi-Saint!

Five masters from the Chan Sect have come together!

Among them are two early-stage Quasi-Saints, two half-step Quasi-Saints, and one mid-stage Quasi-Saint, the Burning Lamp Daoist!

With such a lineup, let alone attacking a city like Chaoge, they could easily crush a powerful immortal sect!

The Taoist Ran Deng stood atop the hill, his gaze piercing through the city walls and landing on Meng Chuan in the Imperial Garden.

His voice was old and deep, like the sound of an ancient bell, echoing between heaven and earth.

"Meng Chuan—"

"You killed my Chan Sect's Golden Immortal, Samantabhadra; do you know your crime?"