A 30-year-old Venerable, is he very strong?

On the other side, after Zhao Xiao finished giving a rough explanation of the Spirit Transformation Realm and some legends related to it, he stopped talking.

It wasn't because he didn't want to continue, but because a Magic Boat was approaching from not far away at an extremely high speed.

"Looking at this posture, it seems like there's some excitement to be had?"

Zhao Xiao rubbed his chin, a thoughtful expression appearing on his face, before he looked at Ning Rongrong.

"How about this? Since we're idle anyway, why don't we go take a look?"

"Isn't the so-called training just wandering around, seeing the sights, and causing a little trouble?"

Ning Rongrong nodded indifferently. What could she say? She was currently sitting on someone else's mount; if Zhao Xiao wanted to go somewhere, how could she stop him?

"Hey there, we're just some unremarkable travelers passing by. We'd like to hitch a ride on your ship, if you could do us the favor."

Elsewhere, in the Martial Soul Hall of the Douluo Continent, Bibi Dong looked at the Magic Boat on Ning Rongrong's Light Screen—a ship that looked increasingly familiar—and then glanced at Qian Daoliu, who also wore a strange expression.

"Great Offering, if I'm not mistaken, this Magic Boat seems to be..."

"If it really is such a coincidence, then this Magic Boat is indeed the warship of the Star Extremity Sect that Xiao Xue is traveling on."

Bibi Dong: ...

She had only had a premonition that Ning Rongrong would meet Xue'er sooner or later, but she hadn't expected it to come true so quickly. It hadn't even been a day!

Just as Bibi Dong had guessed, when Zhao Xiao brought Ning Rongrong and appeared in the line of sight of the Star Extremity Sect while riding the Golden Horned Flood Dragon, everyone in the entire Star Extremity Sect was stunned. Every single one of their faces turned deathly pale.

Everyone knew that in the Heavenly Domain, their Star Extremity Sect was one of the best. A single shot from the main cannon of their Star Extremity Battleship was enough to reduce an Array Realm king to ashes, and even a peerless expert in the Venerable Realm would have to avoid its edge. Yet now, someone was riding a behemoth and had appeared right in front of the Star Extremity Battleship in such a blatant manner.

Zhao Ming stared fixedly at the terrifying aura of the Golden Horned Flood Dragon, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.

This was definitely someone looking for trouble. If that expert riding the Golden Horned Flood Dragon didn't have designs on them, he would peel off his own crown and use it as a wine cup!

"Old Zhao, what do we do? Although we don't know if the newcomer is friend or foe, the aura emitted by their mount alone is already at the Venerable Realm. It's hard to imagine just how strong the expert capable of controlling a Golden Horned Flood Dragon must be."

Sun Qing's expression was equally grim. She moved a little closer to Zhao Ming, her aura surging, ready to fight to the death.

Looking at Sun Qing, who was already prepared to die in battle, Zhao Ming hesitated for a moment before shaking his head.

"Relax. Right now, the enemy is strong and we are weak. Being overly guarded will only annoy them. Even if they didn't have any malice toward us initially, it would turn into malice."

"Old Zhao, you... alright, then what do you suggest?"

"Let this expert board the battleship. As the saying goes, one does not strike a smiling face. I assume that as long as we serve him well, he won't be embarrassed to lay a hand on us. After all, we have the Star Extremity Sect behind us; no one would be willing to make an enemy of the Star Extremity Sect for no reason."

Although he said that, Zhao Ming had no confidence at all.

In this world, whoever was strong was always in the right. Although the Star Extremity Sect was powerful, there were many other formidable factions in the process of developing that were on par with, or even surpassed, the Star Extremity Sect.

Now, other than praying that the newcomer had no malicious intent, he had only one final trump card left.

Just as Zhao Ming in the Desolate Land let down his defenses to allow Zhao Xiao to enter, Zhao Xiao, who had grown impatient outside, casually tore at the air. In an instant, he ripped a hole through the defensive formation of the Star Extremity Battleship, which had appeared perfectly seamless. Right there on the Star Extremity Battleship, amidst the terrified gazes of all the Star Extremity Sect disciples, he swaggered down onto the deck, bringing Ning Rongrong and the Golden Horned Flood Dragon—who had reverted to human form—along with him.

"Sorry about that. It's just that you guys were taking too long. To show my sincerity, I had no choice but to take matters into my own hands."

Zhao Ming: ...

Sun Qing: ...

That was truly a textbook statement from a powerhouse!

"May I ask how to address you, Senior?"

Although he didn't know whether Zhao Xiao's intentions were good or evil, there was a saying that one should not strike a smiling face. Greeting him with a smile was never the wrong move.

Thus, Zhao Ming's aged face crinkled into a smile like a blooming chrysanthemum as he greeted him with such refreshing enthusiasm.

Looking at Zhao Ming's old face, Zhao Xiao raised his hand and shook his index finger.

"Old man, could you not smile so terrifyingly? First of all, I need to correct you on one point: I am not your senior. Although my current cultivation is in the Venerable Realm, I am actually only 30 years old this year."

3... 30 years old?!

Whether it was Zhao Xiao, Sun Qing, or even the surrounding Star Extremity Sect disciples who had gathered in a defensive stance, they all froze in place as if struck by a mass immobilization spell.

As cultivators of the Eight Regions in the Lower Realm, they had never in their lives heard of a 30-year-old being associated with the Venerable Realm!

"Don't look at me like that. Is a 30-year-old Venerable very strong? I only feel it's a disgrace."

Star Extremity Sect disciples: ...

Where is the morality?!

Where is the bottom line?!

And where is your shame?!

Compared to ordinary Inner Disciples of the Star Extremity Sect, Zhao Ming and Sun Qing knew more. Although they had heard that there were Venerables under the age of a hundred in the Upper Realm, that was in the Upper Realm!

This was the Heavenly Domain, one of the Eight Regions of the Lower Realm, not the Three Thousand Dao Provinces of the Upper Realm!

Wait a minute, the Upper Realm...

It was said that every so often, powerhouses from the Upper Realm would enter the Lower Realm. Could it be that he was a powerhouse from the Upper Realm?

"This, uh, this young brother, this old man has a question I would like to ask you, if I may?"

Zhao Xiao nodded indifferently.

"Ask away. As long as it doesn't involve any unspeakable secrets, I guarantee I will answer everything for you."

Hearing Zhao Xiao say this, Zhao Ming's frantically pounding heart finally calmed down a little. He then extended his right hand and pointed his index finger toward the sky.

"Are you from..."

"I thought it was something important. You just want to ask if I'm from the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, right? I can tell you very clearly: I am not."

As soon as Zhao Xiao said this, Zhao Ming and Sun Qing both gasped in unison.

If he wasn't from the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, that meant this thirty-year-old Venerable had achieved his cultivation in the Eight Regions of the lower realm?

This was even more outrageous than a Venerable from the Upper Realm descending to the lower realm!

The Upper Realm was rich in resources and filled with powerhouses. While a thirty-year-old Venerable sounded unbelievable, it was always possible under the cultivation of countless experts and endless resources.

But what about the Eight Regions of the lower realm? Compared to the Upper Realm, they could only be described as barren. Yet, a thirty-year-old Supreme had appeared in these barren Eight Regions. If this wasn't a miracle, what was?

Across the Douluo Continent, countless people who had watched Zhao Ming appear at ease even when facing Liu Yiyi, the Palace Master of the Hundred Flowers Palace, now wore expressions as if they had seen a ghost. A single thought surged in everyone's mind.

Is a thirty-year-old Venerable really that terrifying?

But didn't Zhao Xiao say that he was merely a third-rate genius?