Meng Chuan watched the Overlord and felt the will to dominate Heaven and Earth radiating from him. He fell into thought.
The Time Blade must have had a reason for sending me here, and the Virtuous Heavenly Venerable must have agreed. Meng Chuan felt the copy of the Dao De Jing tucked inside his robe and speculated, Maybe the Virtuous Heavenly Venerable and the Heavenly Emperor even struck a deal.
But what do either of them gain by sending me to the Medieval Era? No matter how hard Meng Chuan thought, he could not make sense of it.
Save the Overlord? How could he? The Demon Buddha had only been sealed, not killed!
Of all the great events of the Medieval Era, only the Overlord seemed important enough for those two to take note of. Surely the Time Blade had not sent him here on a whim just to let him play around!
Why not just tell me what you want? Meng Chuan fretted. If you won't say it, how am I supposed to know?
"Lord Pang Hu, fight me!"
Seeing Meng Chuan standing there in a daze, the Overlord shouted. Purple lightning crackled along the Absolute Blade in his hand, striking awe into the heart.
Meng Chuan looked at the Overlord in silence. Suddenly, he felt that some people might become more reasonable after a beating.
"Don't regret it if I beat you to death." Meng Chuan smiled at the man whose spirit towered over Heaven and Earth.
"If I die on the battlefield, it'll be a fitting death!" The Overlord laughed, his voice brimming with fighting spirit.
"Wait for me!" the Overlord said to the Fifth-Generation Mysterious Maiden before striding toward Meng Chuan.
"I will!" The Fifth-Generation Mysterious Maiden nodded firmly. She could not gauge Meng Chuan's strength,