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

"Give me back my pagoda!"

Master Du'e pounced on Meng Chuan like a madman.

Meng Chuan didn't even look at him, and casually slapped him across the face.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound.

Master Du'e was spun around in the air seven or eight times by the fan, then fell to the ground like a rag doll, and lost consciousness.

From the moment Daoist Ran Deng made his move to the moment Master Du'e was knocked unconscious, only a dozen or so breaths had passed.

Of the five masters of the Chan Sect, three have already lost their fighting ability!

The remaining Daoist Ran Deng and Yun Zhongzi looked ashen-faced, as if they had swallowed flies.

Especially for Daoist Ran Deng, who had cultivated for countless millennia, this was the first time he had encountered such a terrifying opponent.

He fought five opponents single-handedly and not only escaped unscathed, but also crippled three of them in just a few breaths!

This level of strength is probably incredibly close to that of a saint! "You...who exactly are you?"

For the first time, a hint of apprehension crept into the voice of the Taoist Ran Deng.

Meng Chuan dusted off non-existent dust from his hands and looked at him with a smile: "My name is Meng Chuan, the Imperial Tutor of the Great Shang Dynasty. Is there anything else you'd like to ask?"

The Taoist Ran Deng fell silent.

He knew he was doomed today.

Completely ruined.

With their combined strength, the five of them could even put up a fight against a late-stage Quasi-Saint.

But in front of Meng Chuan, they were as vulnerable as children.

This person is definitely not an ordinary quasi-saint!

"withdraw."

The Taoist Ran Deng gritted his teeth and squeezed out a single word.

Yun Zhongzi felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He quickly helped up the unconscious Du'e Zhenren and called to Guang Chengzi and the Antarctic Immortal in the pit to prepare for evacuation. "Wait."

Meng Chuan's voice came from behind.

The Taoist Ran Deng paused, then slowly turned around: "What else do you wish to do?"

"What do I want?"

Meng Chuan's smile gradually faded. "You people of the Chan Sect, coming and going as you please, do you think this is a vegetable market?"

The Daoist Ran Deng's face darkened: "You have already severely injured the three of us, do you still intend to kill us all?"

"It wouldn't be to the point of exterminating them all."

Meng Chuan shook his head. "However—as the leader, you have to leave something behind to make it all worthwhile."

After saying that, he took a step forward and appeared directly in front of Daoist Ran Deng!

The Taoist Ran Deng's pupils contracted sharply, and he subconsciously summoned his natal magic weapon—the Sea-Stabilizing Pearl!

Twenty-four Sea-Stabilizing Pearls flew out simultaneously, radiating colorful light and forming a mysterious array that protected him in the center!

This is the ultimate life-saving technique that Daoist Ran Deng has kept hidden! The defensive formation set up by the twenty-four Sea-Stabilizing Pearls would be difficult for even a late-stage Quasi-Saint to break through in a short time!

however--

Meng Chuan simply extended one hand.

The hand pierced through the multicolored light and the defense of the twenty-four Sea-Stabilizing Pearls, and directly grabbed the neck of the Burning Lamp Taoist.

"Well--"

The Taoist Ran Deng stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief.

His Sea-Stabilizing Pearl Formation... was actually pierced through by a single hand?!

How is this possible?!

"Your beads are nice, can I borrow them to play with?"

With a wave of his other hand, Meng Chuan sent twenty-four Sea-Stabilizing Pearls flying uncontrollably into his sleeve.

Then, he grabbed the Taoist Ran Deng by the neck and lifted him high up.

"Go back and tell Yuanshi—" Meng Chuan's voice was soft, yet it carried an undeniable domineering air.

"I've taken Chaoge City."

"I won't stop your Chan Sect from attacking the Shang."

"But what if they send cultivators of the Great Luo level or above to attack the city again—"

He smiled slightly, revealing a set of white teeth.

"One comes, one I kill."

"Bring two, I'll kill them both."

"If he came in person—"

He paused, his gaze becoming deep and unfathomable.

"Then I don't mind asking him for advice."

After saying that, he casually tossed the Taoist Ran Deng away.

The Taoist Ran Deng tumbled dozens of times in the air before barely managing to steady himself. He clutched his neck, his face ashen, his eyes filled with resentment and humiliation.

He, the dignified Vice Leader of the Chan Sect and a peerless expert in the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint, was actually threatened by someone who grabbed him by the neck like a chick!

If this matter were to get out, how could Daoist Ran Deng possibly have the face to stand in the prehistoric world?!

But he dared not retaliate.

Because he knew he was no match for Meng Chuan.

This person is too strong.

It was so powerful that it made him feel desperate.

"Walk!"

The Taoist Ran Deng gritted his teeth and squeezed out the word.

Without looking back, he transformed into a streak of light and disappeared into the distant horizon.

Yun Zhongzi quickly led the others to follow.

Five streaks of light fled Chaoge City in a disheveled state. They came with great fanfare, but left covered in dust and grime.

After a moment of silence, deafening cheers erupted in Chaoge City!

"Long live the Imperial Tutor!"

"The Imperial Tutor is Invincible!"

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

The people knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly to the blue figure in the sky!

Di Xin stood on the city wall, his hands gripping the battlements tightly, his eyes red-rimmed.

His teacher won!

One against five, a complete victory!

Meng Chuan slowly descended from the sky and returned to the Imperial Garden.

He picked up the cup of tea that he hadn't finished and drank it all in one gulp.

"The tea's gone cold," he said with a hint of regret, smacking his lips.

Daji stood to the side, staring blankly at him, speechless for a long time.

Although she was a thousand-year-old fox demon with extensive knowledge, today's battle completely overturned her understanding.

One person can take on five quasi-saints like it's nothing?

What kind of monster is this?

Meng Chuan put down his teacup and looked up in the direction of Kunlun Mountain.

His gaze became somewhat distant.

"After Randeng returns, Yuanshi will probably be restless, won't he?"

He muttered to himself.

"saint……"

A dismissive smile played on his lips. "If Yuanshi comes, how far away is Hongjun?"

"This game... is almost over."

Kunlun Mountain, Yuxu Palace.

The Taoist Ran Deng knelt in the center of the main hall, head bowed, not daring to speak.

Above the main hall, a majestic figure sat on a cloud bed, surrounded by chaotic energy, obscuring his face.

But the aura it emitted made the air in the entire hall freeze.

Yuanshi Tianzun!

The leader of the Chan Sect, a sage of the Heavenly Way!

He was silent for a long time.

The main hall was eerily quiet, with only the sound of the monk's rapid breathing.

After a long silence, the Primordial Celestial Venerable spoke slowly, his voice like thunder from the heavens, carrying supreme majesty:

"You said—he asked you to deliver a message to me?"

The monk Ran Deng trembled slightly. "Yes...yes, Master." "He also said—"

Daoist Ran Deng gritted his teeth and repeated, forcing himself to speak, "He said he would protect Chaoge City. If the Chan Sect sends cultivators above the Great Luo level to attack the city again, he will kill one if they come, and two if they come."

"He also said... if Master goes in person, he wouldn't mind asking Master for some pointers."

As soon as he finished speaking, the temperature in the hall suddenly dropped.

The Taoist Ran Deng felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

He knelt on the ground, not daring to even breathe.

Yuanshi Tianzun remained silent.

But that invisible pressure was gradually increasing.

The candlelight in the main hall began to flicker violently, cracks appeared on the walls, and the ground began to tremble.

It was as if the entire Jade Void Palace was trembling in sync with the emotions of the Primordial Celestial Venerable.

"hehe."

Suddenly, the Primordial Celestial Venerable laughed. The laughter was very soft, but it made the Taoist Ran Deng's heart clench.

"interesting."

Yuanshi Tianzun slowly stood up.

With each step he took to stand up, the oppressive aura intensified.

When he stood up straight, the entire Jade Void Palace was buzzing, as if it were about to collapse at any moment!

His voice carried a chillingly cold laugh.

"Then I'll let him know what it means—a saint cannot be insulted!"