"And you four... are you the so-called martial arts geniuses?"

Bo Gang squinted his eyes, observing the four people who were on high alert.

No one answered, so it asked again:

"Who is Meng... Chuan?"

Just like how humans struggle to distinguish other species, it had difficulty differentiating humans, feeling they all looked the same.

Meng Chuan??

Among the four, except for the one holding a snake spear, the other three had at least some familiarity with Meng Chuan.

Long Jiu and Chen Jing, needless to say.

And Cui Kai was a prodigy of the Grandmaster Class at the Luoshang Campus. He was also the Senior Brother Cui who watched his junior, Li Yuansheng, engage in an intense battle with Meng Chuan at the Luoshang Martial Arts Arena!

A sense of absurdity arose in their hearts, could it be that this Great Demon incited a Demon Nest riot just to find him?

What kind of grudge could warrant this?

Seeing the crowd’s tense expressions, Bo Gang laughed:

"Tell me where Meng Chuan is now, and I’ll let you go.

But my patience is limited. If no one speaks within three seconds, I’ll start a massacre."

Without further ado, the four revealed their intention images again.

The Qi Blood blazed fiercely, crashing into him.

What’s the point of talking to a demon? Truly believing the demon’s words would be utterly foolish!

"You have a temper, very good..."

But it didn’t matter, Bo Gang understood this too well.

In other worlds, usually only after all the allies were dead would the savior appear.

Is it the same this time?

Buzz—!

The dispersed water was caught by Bo Gang’s grasp, then the left hand holding the shield formed a fist, suddenly unleashing a powerful strike.

Amidst the torrent of water, a towering wave was pushed, as if covering the sky, and the four of them exerted their combined strength as if blocking a door, forcibly withstanding the water curtain, yet their feet involuntarily slid back.

Chen Jing gritted his teeth, the muscles in his legs tense almost to the point of snapping, his heart filled with shock.

He had never seen such a powerful Third-tier Great Demon.

Even if it was close to Fourth-tier, it was never this strong.

Hearing something about a Divine Son, it indeed made him vaguely understand a bit.

This upright crocodile monster, in the cosmos, is likely a top prodigy akin to Brother Meng.

But Meng Chuan is only just entering the Three Limits, can he defeat this monster?

Impossible...

The water curtain was like a collapsing building, and the enormous wave that could submerge a hundred-meter-high building was held back by the four, their bodies covered in blood from being sliced by the water blades.

Yet the four didn’t last long.

"Ahhhh!"

Boom—

The water curtain crushed the four alive, exploding into a torrential downpour smashing to the ground.

Amidst the chaos were riverside mud and several tons of various equipment. Even the distant firepower positions were affected by the flood, with half of the people being knocked down by the great waves, their firepower drenched.

Four figures were also thrown to various places, under the moonlight, the crocodile shadow with a murderous aura carried a silver butcher’s knife, ready to slaughter them one by one...

Too strong...

Without a Martial Arts Grandmaster, there’s truly no one to restrain it...

What kind of trial is this, where the target is such a terrifying monster...

Long Jiu’s temples were pulsating, his brain buzzing from the rush of water.

Even if Meng Chuan comes, it won’t help; the experts coming to aid should be about to take action!

Long Jiu was an insider, knowing some of the details.

Each Three Limit is a valuable asset to humanity, and since this isn’t a military operation, the death of even one during a trial is already the limit; action must be taken!

...

Yong’an.

Meng Chuan, fully dressed, opened the window and flew out, riding the clouds towards the battlefield.

He had only awoken from his sleep a few seconds ago.

Seeing messages and missed calls, he hurried to rush over.

Sleeping is the best way to relax the body and mind.

Yesterday and early this morning, he had danced for nearly thirty hours and scored almost ten times.

He felt truly exhausted, so as soon as he got home, he fell into a deep sleep to replenish his energy.

Unexpectedly, such an event occurred!

"Damn little imp! Such a mistake! From now on, I must restrain myself, I absolutely can’t... not for such a long time!"

Meng Chuan silently vowed, already seeing the area shrouded in dark clouds from afar.

His Heart Spirit turned, his killing intent hidden.