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

laugh--!!

A condensed, chaotic sword aura, seemingly capable of splitting the heavens and earth, burst forth from the tip of the Pangu Banner, silently slashing towards Meng Chuan.

This sword strike is more than twice as powerful as the one from seven thousand years ago.

Where the sword energy passed, all things vanished, the laws of nature retreated, and even time seemed to freeze.

"Well done!"

Meng Chuan neither dodged nor evaded, nor even used the God-Slaying Spear. He simply raised his right hand, clenched his fist, and unleashed a powerful punch!

The punch was delivered silently, yet wherever the fist passed, space shattered and vanished like layers of glass, revealing the eternal darkness and nothingness behind it.

The Great Way of Power encompasses all things and can also destroy all laws!

Fist clashes with sword!

There was no earth-shattering explosion, no dazzling brilliance, only a faint "hissing" sound, like cloth being torn.

Meng Chuan's punches continued unabated, aimed directly at Yuan Shi's face.

"What?!"

Yuanshi's pupils shrank suddenly, and he shouted sharply, using the Pangu Banner to block in front of him.

clang--!!

The fist slammed into the flagpole, producing a loud, booming sound.

Yuanshi felt an irresistible, brute force coming from the banner pole, which made his arms numb, his blood churn, and he staggered back three steps, each step leaving spiderweb-like cracks in the void.

Meng Chuan, however, remained completely still.

One punch, and the difference in skill is immediately apparent!

The entire room fell silent!

All the onlookers, including the few quasi-saints hidden in the void, stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

One punch!

Just one punch!

Yuanshi, who wielded the fully refined Pangu Banner and whose cultivation had reached the late Quasi-Saint stage, was actually blasted back by Meng Chuan with a single punch!

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

"Yuanshi wields the Pangu Banner, a supreme treasure from the creation of the world! In terms of offensive power alone, it is in no way inferior to Meng Chuan's God-Slaying Spear!"

"Meng Chuan didn't even use any magical treasures, just a single punch..."

"The Dao of Power is truly terrifying?!"

Exclamations, gasps, and murmurs rose up like a tidal wave.

The light in Ran Deng's eyes shone brightly, and he exclaimed in his heart that Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan truly possessed an invincible aura.

The Queen Mother of the West's eyes flickered, and her gaze toward Meng Chuan held a deeper meaning.

Zhen Yuanzi stroked his beard and smiled, his eyes filled with even greater delight.

"Good! Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan, well done!"

Tongtian was thrilled, his Qingping Sword humming, and he couldn't wait to go down into the arena and fight Meng Chuan for three hundred rounds!

Lao Tzu's expression remained calm, but a hint of solemnity flashed deep in his eyes.

He could see clearly that Meng Chuan's punch was not truly "simple and unadorned," but rather a condensation of the great principle of power to its extreme, returning to simplicity and authenticity.

Its power has already subtly surpassed the full-force attack of a late-stage Quasi-Saint who has severed the Three Corpses and wields a top-grade innate spiritual treasure!

"Second brother... is in grave danger."

Lao Tzu sighed inwardly.

On the battlefield, Yuanshi steadied himself, his face turning from ashen to flushed, his eyes filled with shame and anger!

He was a dignified descendant of Pangu, a direct disciple of the Dao Ancestor, and possessed the supreme treasure of creation, yet he was forced back by Meng Chuan with a single punch, and this was in front of most of the prominent figures in the prehistoric world.

What a shame!

"Meng! Chuan!"

Yuanshi squeezed out two words through gritted teeth, his body burning with Jade Purity Immortal Light, and three corpses appeared in the auspicious clouds above his head, connecting with his main body's energy, causing his cultivation to surge once again.

"Today, you will pay the price!"

He let out a fierce roar and stopped holding back, the Pangu Banner shaking wildly.

Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!

Five chaotic sword energies, ten times thicker and a hundred times more condensed than before, burst forth from the banner, transforming into five hazy gray sword lights that tore through the heavens and earth, targeting Meng Chuan's brow, throat, heart, dantian, and limbs.

Each sword aura contained the terrifying Daoist principles of creation and restoration, and wherever it passed, the void completely collapsed, turning into an eternal chaotic torrent.

"Pangu Banner - Five Forms of Creation!"

Yuanshi roared.

"What a terrifying blow!"

Many onlookers gasped in shock.

The Queen Mother of the West paled in shock. "This attack is probably enough to easily kill an ordinary mid-stage Quasi-Saint who has severed three corpses, isn't it?"

Faced with these five sword energies, Meng Chuan finally made a move.

He no longer acted arrogantly; a flash of black light appeared between his brows, and the God-Slaying Spear was in his grasp.

The gun body was jet black, with dark red Dao patterns flowing around it, and a cold glint at the tip, seemingly capable of ending eternity!

"Well done!"

Meng Chuan laughed loudly and thrust out the God-Slaying Spear.

There were no fancy moves, just a simple stab.

However, this thrust contained the true meaning of "annihilation" of the Great Dao of Force, and also incorporated the "chaotic" Dao rhythm of the fragment of the Chaos Pearl.

The spear shot out like a dragon, striking first despite being launched later, and landed on the first sword energy.

clang--!!

The sword energy shattered.

The gun's momentum didn't diminish; like a black dragon swinging its tail, it swept towards the second, third, fourth, and fifth lanes.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

The four crisp sounds were almost simultaneous.

The five Heaven-Opening Sword Qi were completely annihilated!

Meng Chuan smoothly sheathed his spear, stood with his hands behind his back, looked at Yuan Shi, and curled up a smile that was not quite a smile: "Fellow Daoist Yuan Shi, if this is all you are capable of, then today's 'sparring' will probably disappoint me."

Calm words, yet more jarring than any sarcasm.

Yuanshi's face had turned from red to white, then from white to blue, his chest heaving violently, and his eyes were bloodshot.

He was so angry he couldn't speak, but his heart was ice-cold.

The Five Forms of Creation were the strongest killing techniques he currently possessed while wielding the Pangu Banner, yet Meng Chuan broke them so easily!

Just how strong is Meng Chuan?

"Fellow Daoist Yuanshi."

Meng Chuan looked at Yuan Shi, the tip of his spear pointing towards him, his voice turning cold, "If your skill ends here, then—take my spear!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the God-Slaying Spear was raised again.

This time, it's not a test.

The moment this spear was drawn, the world went dark!

Only a single, cold glint, seemingly emanating from the depths of chaos, carrying the power to create the world and containing the killing intent to end all ages, pierced towards the brow of the Primordial Beginning.

This shot was incredibly slow to everyone's perception, as if time had been stretched out ten thousand times, with the spear tip advancing inch by inch, its trajectory clearly visible.

But Yuan Shi was horrified to discover that he could not escape!

It wasn't that the speed was too fast to react to, but rather that this shot seemed to lock onto this space-time, lock onto his cause and effect, and lock onto his fate!

No matter where he tries to dodge or block, the spear tip will pierce his forehead in the next instant!

"Time-space confinement?! Causality lock?!"

Yuanshi roared in his heart, frantically urging the Pangu Banner, and unleashing chaotic sword energy without restraint, creating a dense sword curtain in front of him.

But it didn't work!

The God-Slaying Spear moved with unparalleled ease; wherever its tip passed, the chaotic sword energy melted away like ice and snow, and the sword curtain was pierced through layer by layer like thin paper.

Inch by inch, and then another inch...

The tip of the spear was less than three feet from his brow!

Fear finally appeared in Yuan Shi's eyes.

He will die!

If that shot hits, he will surely die!

Even with the protection of the Pangu Banner, even if one is a late-stage Quasi-Saint, there is absolutely no chance of survival!

"Brother——!!"

Yuanshi roared, his voice already carrying a hint of desperate pleading.

Lao Tzu's expression finally changed.

He could tell that Meng Chuan was truly intent on killing him with that shot!

At the very least, it is a deadly strike capable of severely damaging the foundation of the Primordial Dao and even destroying one's cultivation!

"Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan, please show mercy!"

Laozi roared, and the Taiji diagram, which had been poised to strike, flew out and unfolded in the void. The Yin-Yang fish transformed into a chaotic Yin-Yang array covering thousands of miles, aiming to engulf Meng Chuan and Yuan Shi simultaneously and forcibly separate them.

But it was too late!

The God-Slaying Spear had already pierced three inches in front of Yuanshi's brow. Yuanshi could even feel the chilling, bone-chilling killing intent emanating from the spear tip invading his sea of ​​consciousness and freezing his primordial spirit.

He closed his eyes, and only despair remained in his heart—

Finished!