The Storyteller, Holy Fighting Emperor! The Holy Fighting Ape!

Zhao Wuji's eyes turned blood-red, and he was just about to strike.

Yet, at this critical juncture!

"Senior Zhao Wuji, hold your hand."

From a private room on the second floor with an exceptionally wide view, a voice as gentle as jade suddenly drifted out.

Immediately following, a young man dressed in a luxurious velvet robe, possessing an elegant temperament and a handsome face, walked slowly to the railing.

It was none other than the crown prince of the Tiandou Empire, Xue Qinghe!

Xue Qinghe looked down at Zhao Wuji from his vantage point and spoke indifferently: "Listening Rain Pavilion is a place of refinement, Senior Zhao; why must you vent such unprovoked anger?"

"Your Highness the Crown Prince?"

Seeing this, Zhao Wuji's fierce, peerless fist stopped abruptly in mid-air.

Though he was a brute, he knew well that the crown prince of the Tiandou Empire was someone he absolutely could not afford to offend.

"Your Highness, it is not that I, Old Zhao, am looking for trouble, but this brat is spouting filth and insulting my Martial Soul!" Zhao Wuji gritted his teeth in defense.

However, Xue Qinghe ignored him, turning instead to Su Chen on the high platform and cupping his hands in a salute:

"Mr. Su."

Xue Qinghe bowed his head slightly, his tone extremely courteous: "This Palace is extremely interested in the era of Shrouding the Heavens that you spoke of, as well as the so-called Holy Fighting Ape clan."

"Since you said that ten thousand Titan Giant Apes are not worthy of even one strike from their staff, would you be willing to describe the grandeur of the Holy Fighting Ape clan for this Palace and everyone present?"

As Xue Qinghe spoke, the other soul masters and nobles in the hall, who had been terrified by Zhao Wuji's pressure, also reacted and immediately chimed in.

"Yes, sir, tell us!"

"What kind of existence is that Holy Fighting Ape, to be able to kill ten thousand Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts with a single strike of a staff?"

"We beg for your enlightenment, sir!"

Looking at the agitated crowd and Xue Qinghe, who stood on the second floor with a smile, Zhao Wuji, despite his immense reluctance, had no choice but to swallow his pride. He dispersed the phantom of his Martial Soul behind him and retreated to the side with a muffled grunt.

On the high platform, Su Chen took in everything.

"Since His Highness the Crown Prince and everyone else wish to hear it."

Su Chen's folding fan snapped open with a flourish, and he shook it gently:

"Then, this Su shall tell you of that immortal legend of battling the heavens and the earth!"

Hearing this, the previously noisy hall fell instantly silent, listening quietly to Su Chen's unfolding tale.

"In that magnificent and vast world of Shrouding the Heavens, ten thousand races stood tall, and the Primordial Royal Clans looked down upon the star domains."

"And the Holy Fighting Ape clan was the rarest, yet most terrifying, royal clan among all the primordial races!"

"This clan had a very thin lineage, passed down through only one heir for generations. Even at their peak, the entire clan numbered no more than three or five, if not fewer."

"But as long as a single Holy Fighting Ape was born, it could be invincible under the heavens, sweeping across the eight wildernesses and six harmonies!"

"They were born for battle! Their personalities were unruly and defiant; they respected neither heaven nor earth, nor did they fear ghosts or gods!"

"Flowing within their bodies was the incredibly tyrannical Golden Holy Blood, and their physical bodies were so formidable they could shake supreme imperial weapons with their bare hands!"

"And the most dazzling existence among them was the Ancient Emperor of that clan, the Holy Fighting Emperor!"

The moment the name Holy Fighting Emperor left Su Chen's lips, the entire Listening Rain Pavilion seemed to tremble.

"That Holy Emperor never knew defeat in his entire life!"

"Holding an ink-black Immortal Iron Staff, he fought across the nine heavens and ten earths without a rival, forcing all the primordial races to bow at his feet and revere him as a god!"

"Not only that, he defied the heavens themselves, seeking to become a Battle Immortal within the mortal dust!"

"With a single roar, he could shatter thousands of stars beyond the realm!"

"With a single swing of his staff, he could split the vast, boundless galaxy in two!"

"What Titan Giant Ape? What Vajra Bear?"

"Under the Immortal Iron Staff of the Holy Fighting Emperor, they wouldn't even qualify to be cannon fodder."

Listening to Su Chen's soul-stirring description, the minds of everyone present seemed to conjure the image of an invincible, battle-hungry Holy Ape standing between heaven and earth!

Zhao Wuji stood below the stage, the muscles in his face twitching wildly. Though he remained unconvinced in his heart, he could find no words to refute the claim.

However, Su Chen's tale was not yet finished.

"Beyond the Holy Fighting Emperor, there was also his heir, the Prince of the Holy Emperor!"

As Su Chen's voice fell, the entire Listening Rain Pavilion grew quiet once more, everyone eager to hear him continue.

Yet, in the blink of an eye, the familiar tables, chairs, and mahogany pavilions around them began to ripple like water, gradually fading away.

Replacing them was a vast, boundless land!

Without the slightest warning, everyone present felt as if they had been forcibly dragged into an ancient, primordial era.

"This... where is this?"

Behind Ning Fengzhi, Bone Douluo's pupils contracted violently. He instinctively tried to release his Martial Soul, but he realized with horror that in the face of this world, his proud Title Douluo cultivation was so insignificant that he could not muster even the slightest bit of resistance.

However, just as the crowd was filled with doubt and uncertainty, a sound like rolling thunder suddenly echoed through the air.

Numerous soul beasts looked up, only to see a massive piece of divine source shattering across the land.

Immediately following, a figure bathed in golden light stepped out from within the divine source.

It was an ape!

A colossal ape covered in golden fur, its eyes burning like golden lanterns!

At the same time, the storytelling voice of Su Chen drifted slowly into the air:

"The Prince of the Holy Emperor is the biological son whom the Holy Fighting Emperor sealed within divine source during the Primordial Era."

"After a million years of time, he did not reappear in the world until the golden age of later generations, when heaven-defying talents rose and the myriad races awakened!"

"Born with the invincible bloodline of his father, who fought against the heavens and the earth, he is known as the Prince of the Holy Emperor!"

Inside the hall, Tang San, who had come to stir up trouble, also stared at the golden figure in mid-air.

He burned with the desire to hunt it down and turn it into a soul ring for his Clear Sky Hammer!

"However, in the era he emerged, the Holy Fighting Emperor had long since passed away."

"As the myriad primordial races awakened, the imperial clans of the past also appeared one after another."

"Among them, the most powerful was the offspring of the Undying Heavenly Emperor, who was revered by all races as a god: the Heavenly Emperor's Son!"

"The moment the Heavenly Emperor's Son was born, the Eight Divine Generals left behind by the Undying Heavenly Emperor swore to follow him to the death. He possessed the finest divine treasures and immortal materials in the entire universe, and countless primordial royal clans prostrated themselves before him, seeking to elevate him to the altar."

"And what of the Prince of the Holy Emperor?"

"He had nothing."

"He had no protectors, no endless resources, and not even the Immortal Iron Staff, the Extreme Dao Imperial Weapon left behind by his father, was in his hands."

"Alone, he faced the suppression and pursuit of the entire primordial myriad races!"

Hearing this, the crowd could not help but gasp in unison.

Alone, facing the myriad races of the world?

This was akin to a commoner soul master with no background being hunted down by the Martial Soul Hall, the Upper Three Sects, and every soul master on the entire continent the moment they stepped outside!

How could anyone possibly survive that?

But immediately after, the scene before everyone's eyes shifted once again.