The Supreme Being Isn't a Bone, But That Person!

Without the Supreme Bone, still ten thousand jin with one arm?

The Supreme isn't a bone, but the person?

What kind of domineering aura that swallows mountains and rivers, what kind of monstrous talent that defies fate!

Compared to those so-called geniuses in Douluo Continent whose martial souls shatter and they become useless, the vitality and potential displayed by this Little One are simply crushing their proud spirit master system into the ground!

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Just as everyone in the main hall was so shocked their scalps tingled, some even trembling with excitement.

A sharp voice echoed again from the private room on the second floor.

Ning Rongrong tightly gripped the red sandalwood railing with both hands, her delicate and pretty face flushed with shame and anger.

As the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, possessing the continent's top auxiliary martial soul, she had always been crowned with the halo of the number one genius.

But now, this wild child, whose bones were dug out, as Su Chen described, was a hundred times more dazzling than her, trampling her fragile noble self-esteem like never before!

"Lie! Keep lying!"

Ning Rongrong pointed at Su Chen on the high platform below, her voice dripping with venom: "A crippled infant whose origin was drained, not only didn't die, but can lift ten thousand jin with one arm? Do you really take everyone in the world as fools?!"

"Even a Titled Douluo level expert, without using spirit skills, cannot possess a physical strength of ten thousand jin!"

"To praise that peasant, you're spouting utter nonsense, disregarding basic common sense! This kind of broken story is simply preposterous!"

Listening to Ning Rongrong's unreasonable scolding, Su Chen finally lost his patience.

He looked up at Ning Rongrong on the second floor.

"Common sense? Does the common sense of you frogs in a well in this tiny place deserve to measure the supreme prodigy of Perfect World?"

"What I, Su, am telling here is the splendor of the Great Thousand Worlds, the waves of eternal epochs."

"If you understand, it is your fortune."

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

With that, Su Chen slammed the wooden clapper in his hand.

"If anyone from your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect dares to cause trouble and speak wildly here again..."

"Then from now on, within Listening Rain Pavilion, people from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, dogs, and Ning Rongrong are not allowed entry!"

Upon hearing this, everyone in the main hall of Listening Rain Pavilion widened their eyes, looking at Su Chen in white on the high platform with extreme fear, not daring to breathe.

He's crazy!

This storyteller is definitely crazy!

He actually compared the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to a dog in front of everyone in the world, in front of Titled Douluos, and even threatened to permanently expel one of the Upper Three Sects, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?

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

Ning Rongrong had never, in her life, even the Crown Prince of the Tiandou Empire treated her with courtesy. When had she ever suffered such humiliation?

For a moment, she trembled violently with anger, her eyes instantly reddened, tears welling up, and she screamed, her composure breaking, "Who do you think you are! A stinking storyteller, how dare you speak to me like this!"

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

"Presumptuous!"

The next second, accompanied by Ning Rongrong's scream, a roar came from the private room on the second floor.

The terrifying aura of a Level 95 Titled Douluo instantly swept through the entire Listening Rain Pavilion!

The tables and chairs in the main hall creaked under this pressure, countless spirit masters turned pale, and were forced to their knees with a thud, even their breathing becoming extremely difficult.

Bone Douluo Gu Rong!

Gu Rong stood up, looking at Su Chen below, his withered hand suddenly reached out, his nine spirit rings faintly visible, "Arrogant brat! I, this old man, will see today what right you have to insult my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!"

Seeing a Titled Douluo about to unleash slaughter within Listening Rain Pavilion.

Yet Su Chen on the high platform remained unmoving, not even raising an eyelid, merely picking up the teacup on the table and taking a gentle sip.

Just as Gu Rong was about to make his move, at the critical moment!

"Uncle Bone, stop."

A refined voice suddenly came.

Immediately after, a middle-aged man in a pure white robe, with a refined and handsome face and an ethereal aura, slowly emerged from the shadows of the private room.

He held a scepter inlaid with colorful gems, and every movement exuded the grace and composure of a superior.

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

"Sect Master!" Gu Rong's movements paused, his aura retracted slightly, but he still stared at Su Chen with a grim expression.

"Daddy! He called me a dog! Hurry and let Grandpa Bone teach him a lesson!" Ning Rongrong, upon seeing Ning Fengzhi, immediately clutched at a life-saving straw, crying aggrievedly.

However, Ning Fengzhi, who had always doted on his daughter, now had a stern expression and coldly rebuked, "Enough! Rongrong, step back!"

Being reprimanded in public by her father, Ning Rongrong's eyes widened in disbelief, she bit her lip, and though full of unwillingness, she didn't dare to say more, only glaring fiercely at Su Chen.

Ning Fengzhi ignored his daughter's grievance. He walked to the railing, his deep gaze appraising the young storyteller below who remained unfazed by the pressure of a Titled Douluo.

Too calm!

That composure, as if Mount Tai were collapsing before him without a change in expression, was absolutely not something put on.

Ning Fengzhi felt a secret shock in his heart. He took a deep breath, and then, right in front of everyone present, he cupped his hands and bowed slightly toward Su Chen on the high platform, performing a salute between peers.

"Mr. Su, my daughter has been spoiled by us since she was young; she speaks without thinking and has caused much offense. I, Ning, apologize to you on her behalf."

Ning Fengzhi's voice was gentle and sincere, carrying throughout the hall: "Listening Rain Pavilion has its own rules. Since my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has come as a guest, we will naturally abide by them."

"The Perfect World that you speak of is magnificent, and I have been utterly enthralled by it."

"Please, sir, do not let my daughter's ignorance ruin your mood. Pray, continue."

As these words fell, a collective gasp of cold air echoed through the hall.

The Sect Master of the Upper Three Sects was actually bowing his head and admitting fault to a storyteller?

How could this be!

Had he taken the wrong medicine?

Hearing this, Su Chen set down his teacup, raised his eyes to glance at Ning Fengzhi, and a faint, elusive smile touched the corners of his mouth.

To be able to lead the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to its current standing, this Ning Fengzhi was indeed a man who knew when to bend and when to stretch.

"Since Sect Master Ning has spoken, then I shall let this matter pass," Su Chen said indifferently, before picking up the folding fan on the table once more.

The atmosphere in the hall had just begun to ease, and everyone was preparing to prick up their ears to continue listening to the brilliant story of Little One's nirvana and rebirth.

But just then, a hoarse voice suddenly rang out from a corner of the ground floor.

"Heh heh heh, Sect Master Ning is truly magnanimous to endure the wild ravings of such a yellow-mouthed child."

"However, this old man has a small doubt regarding the world Mr. Su speaks of."

Accompanying this hair-raising laughter, a sickly green mist carrying a faint, fishy sweetness began to slowly permeate the corner.

Immediately following, a gaunt old man with green hair and a green beard stood up and looked toward Su Chen.

It was the Poison Douluo, Dugu Bo!

Dugu Bo stood with his hands behind his back and spoke in a leisurely manner: "Mr. Su, you've blown that wild brat named Shi Hao out of all proportion—calling him a natural supreme being, claiming he has the strength of a hundred thousand jin."

"And you keep going on about the top-tier ancient kingdom capital of the Desolate Region, and the Martial King Manor."

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

Having said this, Dugu Bo paused, then raised his voice:

"In this old man's view, since that place is even named the Desolate Region, it must be nothing more than an uncivilized land of barbarians, right?"

"The so-called ancient kingdom capital there is likely a notch below our Tiandou Empire, which possesses such deep foundations."

Once Dugu Bo said this, the eyes of the Douluo natives in the Listening Rain Pavilion lit up once again.

That's right!

Even if that kid had a bit of brute strength, what kind of powerful force could exist in a backwater place with "Desolate" in its very name?

In their eyes, the two great empires of Tiandou and Star Luo, combined with Martial Soul Hall, were already the largest and most invincible existences in this world!

Facing Dugu Bo's pointed, provocative questioning, Su Chen did not get angry; instead, he chuckled unhurriedly.

"A notch below?"

Su Chen chewed on these words, then looked down at Dugu Bo in the corner from his elevated position.

"Dugu Bo, do you have any idea how vast the regions in the Perfect World are?"

"In your understanding, the Tiandou Empire and the Star Luo Empire combined cover no more than tens of thousands of miles, and you believe that to be the entirety of the world."

"But in the Perfect World, the Lower Realm is divided into eight regions: Heaven, Earth, Profound, Yellow, Universe, Cosmos, Flood, and Desolate!"

"And that so-called Desolate Region you speak of is merely one of these eight!"

"The territories where the Stone Kingdom and the Fire Kingdom reside are vast and boundless, stretching without end."

"The territory of the Stone Kingdom alone spans more than a million miles!"

"What kind of concept is that?"

At this point, Su Chen's gaze swept across the room, and he said, enunciating every word: "Even if the Title Douluo you are so proud of were to exhaust their entire lifespan, flying across that land without sleep or rest, they would not be able to fly out of a single corner of the Stone Kingdom!"

Upon hearing this answer, the entire hall of the Listening Rain Pavilion fell silent once more. Countless people's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, their faces filled with horror.

"An ancient kingdom spanning a million miles?"

"And even more than that?!"

"How is this possible! How could there be such a vast territory in this world!"

In the crowd, Dugu Bo, who had previously been composed, had his expression stiffen.

Fly for a lifetime and still not be able to get out?

Then what did the Tiandou Empire and the Star Luo Empire count for in front of this Stone Kingdom? They weren't even worth a grain of sesame!

However, Su Chen paid no mind to the shock of the crowd and simply began to wave the folding fan in his hand once again.

"In an Ancient Kingdom spanning hundreds of millions of miles, with a population numbering in the trillions, one could say that experts are as numerous as clouds and geniuses as common as rain."

"And those who can stand out in such an Ancient Kingdom, to be enfeoffed as kings and marquises, are without exception peerless powerhouses capable of sweeping across entire regions!"

"The Martial King Manor is one of the most prestigious noble estates in the Stone Kingdom!"

"Those who hold the rank of king or marquis within the Martial King Manor have long since reached the Engraved Pattern Realm or even the Array Formation Realm, levels of cultivation beyond the reach of ordinary men!"

"If any one of them were to step out, even a single roar directed at the heavens would be enough to shatter a so-called Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast into a mist of blood with its sound waves alone!"

"With a wave of their hands, they can move mountains, fill seas, and tear the clouds asunder."

Hearing this, many soul masters in the main hall felt their legs go weak, nearly collapsing into their chairs.

A single roar shattering a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast?

This had completely exceeded the limits of their meager imaginations!

"Not only that," Su Chen continued, his voice steady.

"Within these Ancient Kingdoms, there are not only kings, marquises, and generals, but also Sacrificial Spirits who receive the incense and offerings of trillions of subjects!"

"What is a Sacrificial Spirit?"

"They are Primordial Remnants that have survived for endless ages, or sacred plants that reach from the earth to the heavens!"

"They accept the destiny and faith of a nation, guarding the borders of the Ancient Kingdom while breathing in the essence of the sun and moon. If any one of these Sacrificial Spirits were to unleash its power, it could cause the mountains and rivers for ten thousand miles to change color, bringing about the collapse of the heavens and the shattering of the earth!"

"And the Sacrificial Spirit in the imperial capital of the Fire Kingdom is even more unfathomable; even a peerless powerhouse must be respectful in its presence, not daring to show the slightest bit of insolence!"

Hearing this, someone finally reached their breaking point.

"Nonsense!"

From another luxurious private room on the second floor, a slightly gloomy roar suddenly exploded.

An old man clad in the bishop's robes of the Martial Soul Hall stood up abruptly.

His eyes were wide, his face flushed with rage: "Mr. Su, you speak of this Stone Kingdom and Fire Kingdom as if they were divine; it is absurd to the extreme!"

"Our Martial Soul Hall governs thousands of soul masters across the continent, and our foundation is profound."

"His Holiness, Pope Bibi Dong, is a heaven-sent genius with Twin Martial Souls, and her cultivation has reached the very pinnacle of this world!"

"Could it be that this so-called Human Emperor who rules the Stone Kingdom is somehow stronger than our Pope?!"

"Exactly! The Pope is invincible!" Many supporters of the Martial Soul Hall in the hall chimed in, their faces turning red.

In their hearts, the Martial Soul Hall was supreme, and Bibi Dong was an existence akin to a deity.

Even in a storytelling session, they would never allow anyone to praise an emperor from another world above their Pope!

Facing the bishop's frantic questioning, Su Chen on the high platform remained entirely unperturbed.

"Bibi Dong?"

"You wish to compare her to a Human Emperor who rules over hundreds of millions of miles of mountains and rivers?"

"Do you have any idea what kind of terrifying existence it takes to carve a path of blood through trillions of living beings, suppress all dissent, and finally ascend to the throne of the Human Emperor?"

At this point, Su Chen abruptly snapped his folding fan shut, his voice ringing out like a thunderclap:

"That realm is known as the Venerable!"

"What is a Venerable? High above, like a god, their words become law, looking down upon all living beings!"

"And as the monarch of a nation, the Human Emperor can mobilize the destiny of the entire kingdom, condensing the supreme Imperial Dragon Qi!"

"When the Human Emperor stands within the imperial capital, with the endless Imperial Dragon Qi upon him, manifesting as a True Dragon of the Nine Heavens circling his body, his spirit is enough to swallow ten thousand miles like a tiger!"

"In that moment, the Human Emperor is immune to all evil and impervious to all techniques!"

"A single punch thrown with his hand is comparable to the power of a god!"

As he said this, the look in Su Chen's eyes shifted abruptly.

"Bibi Dong?"