The Supreme Was Not a Bone, but the Person!

No Supreme Bone, yet still possessed one-armed strength of a hundred thousand jin?

The Supreme was not a bone, but the person?

What heaven-shaking, earth-shattering audacity! What a monstrous genius, defying fate itself!

Compared to the so-called geniuses of Douluo Continent, who became complete cripples the moment their Martial Souls were shattered, Little One's vitality and potential were so astonishing that they could grind their vaunted Spirit Master system into the dirt!

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Just as everyone in the hall was so shocked that their scalps went numb, and some were even trembling with excitement,

a shrill voice rang out again from a private room on the second floor.

Ning Rongrong gripped the redwood railing with both hands, her delicate face flushed red with humiliation and anger.

As the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, she possessed the most exceptional auxiliary Martial Soul on the entire continent and had always been hailed as the number-one genius.

But now, the wild child in Su Chen's story, whose very bones had been dug out, was actually a thousand times more dazzling than she was. It was an unprecedented trampling of her fragile aristocratic pride!

"Make it up! Go on, make it up!"

Ning Rongrong pointed at Su Chen on the stage below, her voice dripping with venom. "That crippled infant, drained of his very essence, not only survived, but could wield a hundred thousand jin of strength with one arm? Do you really think everyone in the world is an idiot you can fool?!"

"Even a Titled Douluo, without using a Soul Skill, couldn't reach a hundred thousand jin with pure physical strength!"

"You're praising that country bumpkin so much that you're spouting nothing but absurdities, without even caring about the most basic common sense! This ridiculous story is nothing but utter nonsense!"

Hearing Ning Rongrong's shameless ranting, Su Chen had finally run out of patience.

He looked up at Ning Rongrong on the second floor.

"Common sense? The common sense of you frogs in a well, living in this tiny corner of the world, is fit to measure the peerless prodigies of Perfect World?"

"Here, I tell stories of the splendor of the vast cosmos and the tumult of ten-thousand-year eras."

"If you understand, that is your good fortune."

"If you don't, then shut your mouth!"

As he spoke, Su Chen brought the clapper in his hand down with a sharp crack.

"If anyone from your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect dares to make trouble here again and spout such nonsense..."

"Then from this day on, inside Listening Rain Pavilion, members of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, dogs, and Ning Rongrong are not allowed in!"

At this, everyone in the Listening Rain Pavilion's main hall stared wide-eyed at Su Chen in white on the stage, so terrified that not one of them dared breathe too loudly.

He was insane!

That storyteller was absolutely insane!

He had actually compared the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to a dog in front of everyone, even a Titled Douluo, and was going to banish one of the Upper Three Sects forever?

"You... What did you say?!"

Ning Rongrong had been treated with deference by everyone since childhood. Even the crown prince of the Tiandou Empire had always been courteous to her. How could she ever have suffered such humiliation?

Her body shook violently with rage. Her eyes reddened in an instant, tears welling up as she shrieked in fury, "What are you, anyway?! You're just a stinking storyteller, and you dare talk to me like that!"

"Grandpa Bone, kill him! Tear his mouth apart!"

"Impudent!"

The moment Ning Rongrong's shriek rang out, a roar came from the private room on the second floor.

The terrifying aura of a ninety-fifth-rank Titled Douluo swept across Listening Rain Pavilion in an instant!

The tables and chairs in the hall groaned under the pressure, their wood creaking as if they could barely bear it. Countless Spirit Masters turned deathly pale and dropped to their knees with a thump, finding it difficult even to breathe.

Bone Douluo Gu Rong!

Gu Rong rose and looked at Su Chen below. His withered hand thrust out, while nine Soul Rings flickered around him. "Arrogant brat! Today, I'll see what gives you the right to insult my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!"

A Titled Douluo was about to unleash a massacre inside Listening Rain Pavilion.

Yet Su Chen remained where he was on the stage, neither dodging nor avoiding the attack. He didn't even raise his eyelids, merely picked up the teacup on the table and took a light sip.

At the very moment Gu Rong was about to strike—

"Uncle Bone, stop."

A refined voice suddenly rang out.

Then a middle-aged man in a spotless white robe, with handsome, scholarly features and an otherworldly bearing, slowly emerged from the shadows of the private room.

He held a staff inlaid with multicolored gemstones. Every movement carried the composure and grace of a man accustomed to high office.

He was Ning Fengzhi, current Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!

"Sect Master!" Gu Rong halted. Though he reined in his aura somewhat, he still glared darkly at Su Chen.

"Dad! He called me a dog! Hurry and let Grandpa Bone teach him a lesson!" The moment Ning Rongrong saw Ning Fengzhi, she clung to him like a lifeline and tearfully complained.

But Ning Fengzhi, who had always doted on his daughter, now sternly barked, "Enough! Rongrong, step back!"

Ning Rongrong stared at her father in disbelief. She bit her lip, full of resentment, but didn't dare say anything more. She could only glare viciously at Su Chen.

Ning Fengzhi paid no heed to his daughter's grievance. He walked to the railing and studied the young storyteller below, who remained calm under a Titled Douluo's pressure.

So composed!

That calm, as if Mount Tai could collapse in front of him without changing his expression, could not possibly be an act.

Ning Fengzhi was secretly alarmed. He took a deep breath, then, in front of everyone present, clasped his hands and bowed slightly to Su Chen, offering him the courtesy due to an equal.

"Mr. Su, my daughter has been spoiled by us since childhood. She spoke without thinking and offended you greatly. I apologize to you on her behalf."

Ning Fengzhi's voice was warm and sincere as it rang through the hall. "Listening Rain Pavilion has its own rules. Since the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has come as guests, we will naturally abide by them."

"The story of Perfect World that you've been telling is magnificent. I've been utterly captivated by it myself."

"Please don't let my daughter's ignorance spoil your mood. Do continue."

At those words, the hall erupted with a wave of sharp, collective breaths.

The Sect Master of one of the Upper Three Sects had actually lowered his head and apologized to a storyteller?

How could that be?!

Had he taken leave of his senses?

Hearing this, Su Chen set down his teacup and glanced at Ning Fengzhi. The corner of his mouth lifted in the faintest smile.

To have brought the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to its current position, Ning Fengzhi was indeed a man who knew when to yield and when to stand firm.

"Since Sect Master Ning has spoken, I'll let this matter pass." Su Chen said it lightly, then picked up the folding fan from the table again.

The atmosphere in the hall had just begun to ease. Everyone was preparing to prick up their ears and continue listening to the thrilling tale of Little One's rebirth through the fires of tribulation.

But just then, a hoarse voice suddenly came from a corner of the first-floor hall.

"Heh heh heh. Sect Master Ning is truly magnanimous, able to tolerate even the wild boasts of a little brat like this."

"Still, I have a small question about the world Mr. Su has been talking about."

As that spine-chilling laughter rang out, a sickly green mist carrying a faintly sweet, fishy odor began to spread slowly through the corner.

Then a thin old man with green robes, green hair, and a green beard rose and looked toward Su Chen.

It was Poison Douluo, Dugu Bo!

Dugu Bo stood with his hands behind his back and spoke unhurriedly. "Mr. Su, you've made that brat named Shi Hao sound like the greatest thing under the sun. A born Supreme, a hundred thousand jin of strength..."

"And you keep talking about the most powerful Ancient Kingdom in the Desolate Region, and the Martial King Manor."

"I'd like to ask: if that Stone Kingdom and that so-called Martial King Manor were compared with the two great empires of our Douluo Continent, Tiandou and Star Luo, which would be stronger?"

As he spoke, Dugu Bo paused, then raised his voice.

"In my view, if the place is even called the Desolate Region, it must be some uncivilized land of barbarians, mustn't it?"

"Those so-called Ancient Kingdom capitals are probably still somewhat inferior to our Tiandou Empire, with its deep foundations."

At Dugu Bo's words, the native inhabitants of Douluo inside Listening Rain Pavilion brightened once more.

That was right!

Even if that kid was unusually strong, what sort of mighty forces could exist in some backwater place with the word "Desolate" in its name?

In their eyes, the Tiandou and Star Luo Empires, together with Spirit Hall, were already the mightiest and most invincible powers in the world!

Yet faced with Dugu Bo's barbed, openly provocative question, Su Chen didn't grow angry. Instead, he let out an unhurried chuckle.

"Somewhat inferior?"

Su Chen rolled the four words around in his mouth, then looked down from above at Dugu Bo in the corner.

"Dugu Bo, do you know how vast the domains in Perfect World are?"

"In your understanding, the Tiandou and Star Luo Empires together cover only tens of thousands of li, and that is the entire world."

"But in Perfect World, the lower realm is divided into the Eight Regions: Heaven, Earth, Black, Yellow, Cosmos, Primeval, Flood, and Desolate!"

"And the so-called Desolate Region you mentioned is only one of those eight!"

"The lands where the Stone Kingdom and Fire Kingdom lie are boundless and vast."

"The territory of the Stone Kingdom alone stretches across more than a million li!"

"What sort of scale is that?"

At this, Su Chen's gaze swept across the hall. Then, word by word, he said, "Even if your vaunted Titled Douluos spent their entire lives flying across this land without sleep or rest, they still wouldn't make it out of one corner of the Stone Kingdom!"

At this answer, the main hall of Listening Rain Pavilion fell silent once more. Countless people's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets, their faces filled with shock.

"An Ancient Kingdom stretching across a million li?"

"And that's not even its full extent?!"

"How is that possible? How could there be a land so vast?"

In the crowd, even the previously unperturbed Dugu Bo's expression stiffened.

They couldn't fly out of it in a lifetime?

Then what were the Tiandou and Star Luo Empires in front of this Stone Kingdom? Not even sesame seeds!

But Su Chen paid no heed to their shock. He simply began to wave his folding fan again.

"In an Ancient Kingdom with territory spanning tens of millions of li, its population numbers in the trillions. Its strong are as numerous as clouds, and its prodigies as abundant as rain."

"Those who can rise above the rest in such an Ancient Kingdom and be crowned kings or enfeoffed as lords are all peerless powerhouses capable of sweeping across the land!"

"The Martial King Manor is one of the Stone Kingdom's most distinguished princely estates!"

"Those who hold princely rank in the Martial King Manor have long since reached the Engraved Pattern Realm, or even the Array Formation Realm—realms beyond the reach of ordinary people!"

"Any one of them could emerge at random and let out a roar toward the sky. The sound waves alone would shake a so-called Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast into a cloud of blood!"

"They could move mountains and fill seas with a casual gesture, splitting the heavens apart."

At this, many Spirit Masters in the hall felt their legs go weak and nearly collapsed in their chairs.

A roar that could shatter a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast?

That had already far surpassed the limits of their meager imaginations!

"That's not all." Su Chen's words continued.

"These Ancient Kingdoms have not only princes, nobles, ministers, and generals. They also have Sacrificial Spirits, worshipped by the incense of hundreds of millions of people!"

"What is a Sacrificial Spirit?"

"They are Primordial Remnants that have survived through endless ages, or sacred plants that reach from heaven to earth!"

"They receive the fortune and faith of an entire kingdom, guard its lands, and absorb the essence of the sun and moon. A single Sacrificial Spirit displaying its power can change the colors of ten thousand li of mountains and rivers, bringing heaven crashing down and earth splitting apart!"

"The Sacrificial Spirit in the Imperial Capital of the Fire Kingdom is even more unfathomable. Even peerless powerhouses must treat it with the utmost respect and dare not act presumptuously in the slightest!"

At last, someone couldn't hold back any longer.

"Utter nonsense!"

From another luxurious private room on the second floor, a voice, heavy with displeasure, suddenly exploded.

An old man in the robes of a Spirit Hall bishop abruptly rose to his feet.

His eyes bulged, his face full of fury. "Mr. Su, you've made the Stone Kingdom and Fire Kingdom sound so extraordinary that it's utterly absurd!"

"Our Spirit Hall commands countless Spirit Masters across the continent and possesses profound foundations."

"His Holiness the Pope, Bibi Dong, is a peerless genius with Twin Martial Souls. Her cultivation has now reached the pinnacle of this world!"

"Are you saying that the Human Emperor who rules that so-called Stone Kingdom is even stronger than our Pope?"

"Exactly! His Holiness the Pope is invincible under heaven!" Many supporters of Spirit Hall in the hall chimed in, their faces flushed.

In their hearts, Spirit Hall was supreme, and Bibi Dong was an existence akin to a god.

Even in a story, they absolutely would not allow some emperor from another world to be praised above the Pope!

Faced with the bishop's furious challenge, Su Chen on the stage remained completely unruffled.

"Bibi Dong?"

"You want to compare her to the Human Emperor who rules over millions of li of mountains and rivers?"

"Do you know what sort of terrifying existence could carve a path through countless living beings, crush all opposition, and ultimately ascend to the throne of Human Emperor?"

At this, Su Chen abruptly snapped his folding fan shut, his voice shaking the hall:

"That realm is called the Venerable Realm!"

"What is a Venerable? One who stands high above, like a god, whose words become law, looking down upon all living beings!"

"And as the ruler of a kingdom, the Human Emperor can also command the fortune of his entire nation and gather it into boundless Imperial Dragon Qi!"

"When the Human Emperor stands in the Imperial Capital, boundless Imperial Dragon Qi gathers around him, taking the form of True Dragons circling through the heavens. What a sight it is, with the power to sweep across ten thousand li like a tiger!"

"At that moment, the Human Emperor is immune to all evil and impervious to every law!"

"A single punch could rival a god!"

As he spoke, Su Chen's expression suddenly changed.

"Bibi Dong?"