The Saint's Fury...

The Supreme Elder had barely gotten the word "Insolence" to his lips.

Then he turned and saw the young figure that had suddenly appeared beside Zhaoyang.

His words instantly caught in his throat, and his face flushed bright red.

When he sensed Chu Sheng's aura, his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

Half-Step Immortal Triple!

"Convinced! Of course I'm convinced!" The Grand Elder instantly changed his expression.

"Elder Chu is a young hero and a peerless genius. Even if you gave this old man one hand, this old man would still be no match for you."

"With strength like mine, being able to serve as a sect Supreme Elder alongside Elder Chu truly puts this old man to shame."

Standing to the side, Zhaoyang looked at Chu Sheng without much surprise.

After all, she had personally seen Chu Sheng rise from Half-Step Immortal First Level to the Second Level in only half a day.

More than ten days had passed since then, and with so many resources at his disposal, what was so impossible about advancing to Half-Step Immortal Triple?

After recovering his composure, the Supreme Elder stepped forward again and asked curiously.

"Elder Chu, Zhengyang sent word that you acquired an extraordinary armor-plate treasure? What divine object is it? Could you let us broaden our horizons?"

"No." Chu Sheng gave him an indifferent glance and refused bluntly.

His gaze then swept across the cabin, and he frowned. "Didn't the Sect Master say he was coming to the Ascension Tournament? Why isn't he here?"

"The Sect Master is an Immortal and naturally has his own means of travel. He will not be traveling with us," the Grand Elder hurriedly replied.

Just then, lewd music drifted over once more from the scarlet immortal boat ahead, mixed with the shrill wails