Immortal King Storyteller Shocks Everyone!

At this moment, the small hand she used to hold her carrot was trembling slightly.

"Are soul beasts really only fit to be the livestock in your eyes..." Xiao Wu bit her lower lip, murmuring to herself in loneliness.

But at this moment, Tang San's attention was entirely on Su Chen on the stage; he did not notice the abnormality in Xiao Wu beside him at all.

Far from thinking the situation was too chaotic, he leaned back comfortably in his chair, arms crossed, looking exactly like someone watching a show.

He was waiting.

Waiting to see what kind of panicked, ugly state this boastful storyteller would fall into when faced with the questioning of so many soul masters.

Waiting to see how, once his lies were thoroughly exposed, he would be driven out of this teahouse by the angry soul masters like a stray dog!

"Let's see how you wrap this up."

However, just as everyone thought the refined storyteller on the stage would be scared out of his wits by this momentum, or even kneel to beg for mercy.

On the high platform, Su Chen did not show even the slightest hint of panic.

"Clack!"

His expression remained cold as he closed his folding fan in a leisurely, unhurried manner.

Then, he lowered his eyes slightly, looking down at the clamoring brute from his position of superiority.

"Summer insects cannot speak of ice; well frogs cannot speak of the sea."

Su Chen spoke slowly, his voice not loud, yet it echoed crisply throughout the entire hall:

"The soul beasts in your eyes are nothing more than insignificant creatures on this tiny patch of land, mere unevolved wild beasts."

"And the plants in your eyes are nothing more than weeds to be plucked at will."

"But in that vast and boundless Perfect World, the Willow Deity I speak of could suppress and kill you a thousand times over with a single willow leaf."

"For you to dare to speculate, you are truly foolish beyond measure, and utterly laughable!"

"You're courting death!"

The brute, having been publicly humiliated as a frog in a well, was instantly enraged and prepared to strike.

"A penniless piece of trash without even a shred of soul power dares to shout at me!"

"And what kind of bullsh*t Willow Deity, what kind of bullsh*t Perfect World!"

As he spoke, the brute's eyes bulged with fury. While crazily mocking the world Su Chen described, he took a violent step forward, his soul power erupting with a boom:

"Today, I'll tear down this broken stage of yours and rip apart that mouth of yours that spews nothing but filth!"

"I'll let you know who the real god is!"

BOOM!

As his voice fell, a massive phantom of an Iron-Armored Violent Bear appeared behind him, and four soul rings—white, yellow, purple, and purple—rose in sequence!

He was actually a four-ring Soul Ancestor!

"Die for me!"

Accompanied by a deafening roar, the brute pushed off with his legs, lunging straight at Su Chen on the high platform like a crazed beast!

The heavy bear claw's strike was astonishing, seemingly capable of tearing the air apart, and its speed was so fast that it looked like it would shatter Su Chen's skull!

As the heavy bear claw descended, only inches away from that refined and handsome face.

Everyone subconsciously held their breath.

The arc of Tang San's smile grew wider, as if he could already see the scene of this boastful storyteller bleeding on the spot.

In the second-floor private room, Sword Douluo Chen Xin frowned slightly. Just as he was about to raise his hand to intervene with sword qi, his arm was unobtrusively pressed down by Ning Fengzhi beside him.

"Fengzhi?"

"Uncle Sword, let's watch a bit longer." Ning Fengzhi's gaze was deep, fixed intently on the high platform.

"If he truly dares to speak such wild words in the Heaven Dou Imperial City, he must have something to rely on..."

Before he could finish, on the high platform, facing the full-force strike of a four-ring Soul Ancestor, Su Chen did not even lift an eyelid.

He did not release his martial soul; there was not even a trace of soul power fluctuation around him.

He simply held the folding fan with a calm expression. Under the blessing of the system's invincible domain, he pointed it forward casually, his movement as gentle as brushing aside a fallen leaf.

"Hum..."

The moment the folding fan pointed out, time within the entire Listening Rain Pavilion seemed to be forcibly frozen by some irresistible, great power!

Immediately following, a terrifying force that could not be described in words descended from the sky, crushing the arrogant Iron-Armored Violent Bear Soul Ancestor to the ground, forcing him to his knees with a heavy thud.

After spitting out a mouthful of blood, the Soul Ancestor twitched and passed out completely.

This was only the result of Su Chen holding back; otherwise, as long as he was within this Listening Rain Pavilion, he could have suppressed and killed him with a mere thought!

Seeing that the person with no soul power fluctuations had so easily suppressed a Soul Ancestor, the many guests who had been noisy and waiting for a good show a second ago were left completely stunned on the spot.

The expressions on everyone's faces froze, especially Tang San's.

"How is this possible?" At this moment, his heart was filled with horror.

His Purple Demon Eye, which he took such pride in, had completely failed to see how the person on the high platform had made his move!

No martial soul, no soul power, just a simple tap with a folding fan?

Beside him, Xiao Wu also had her mouth agape in a daze, completely unaware that the carrot in her hand had fallen onto the table.

Meanwhile, in a private room on the second floor.

With a clatter, the tea lid in the hand of Sword Douluo Chen Xin slipped and struck the rim of his cup.

This ninety-sixth-level peak powerhouse had suddenly stood up, staring at the scene below with a look of utter shock.

"That is not soul power; what kind of strength is that?"

"This old man... is completely unable to see through him!"

Upon hearing this, Ning Fengzhi beside him felt a chill run down his spine, and he could not help but gasp.

However, just as the entire room sat in a state of blank-minded silence.

Su Chen did not even glance at the Soul Ancestor suppressed on the ground, merely saying indifferently:

"Throw him out."

"Strip him of his qualification to listen, and he shall never be allowed to step foot into Listening Rain Pavilion for eternity."

As soon as the words fell, an invisible force manifested once more, gripping the Soul Ancestor like a giant hand and tossing him out of the gates of Listening Rain Pavilion and onto the main street as if he were nothing but trash.

After finishing all this, Su Chen slowly lowered his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the silent crowd below as he said:

"Since we are here, this Su shall set a rule."

"Within Listening Rain Pavilion, we discuss only the wind and the moon, not grudges."

"When this Su is storytelling, no one is permitted to resort to violence or make a scene."

"Those who violate this order, regardless of whether you are a high and mighty Titled Douluo or the so-called gods of this world..."

Speaking to this point, Su Chen unfurled his folding fan and swayed it gently before his chest:

"Shall be suppressed without exception."

!!!

Hearing this, let alone Tang San, even the hidden Titled Douluos were astonished.

Arrogant, overbearing, and truly unparalleled!

But looking at the four-ringed Soul Ancestor outside the door who didn't know whether he was dead or alive, and feeling the lingering remnant of power in the air that made one want to kneel, not a single person dared to utter a word of rebuttal!

Tang San felt his cheeks burning with pain, as if he had been slapped dozens of times in public.

He had just concluded in his heart that the other party was a fraud and a charlatan.

Yet in the blink of an eye, the man had crushed a Soul Ancestor with a dimension of power he could not even begin to comprehend!

If that pressure had been directed at him...

Thinking of this, a chill surged up Tang San's back.

After this incident, rumors about the storyteller of Listening Rain Pavilion spread like wildfire through the streets and alleys of Tiandou City shortly thereafter.

Some swore that a peerless, reclusive Douluo was hiding in this teahouse.

Of course, others scoffed, believing that he was merely putting on airs and challenging Titled Douluos and gods just because he had suppressed a single Soul Ancestor.

But regardless of the reactions from the outside world, the reputation of Listening Rain Pavilion had undeniably been elevated by another notch within the turbulent Tiandou Imperial City, shrouded in a veil of unfathomable mystery.

Inside the teahouse, the storytelling continued.

"I have disturbed you all; let us return to the main topic."

He smiled slightly, as if he were not the same person who had just flicked his sleeve to suppress a Soul Ancestor.

"Clack!"

The gavel tapped lightly.

"We were just saying that the sacrificial spirit of Stone Village is an old willow tree scorched by lightning."

Su Chen's tone was calm as he continued his tale.

"In this Great Wilderness fraught with danger, there are countless ferocious beasts."

"Yet, as long as this charred willow tree takes root at the entrance of the village, not a single one of those primordial remnants—beasts capable of easily leveling the cities you know—dares to step half a step into Stone Village."

"It does not speak, nor does it utter a sound."

"It simply bathes in the radiance of the sun, moon, and stars, absorbing the essence of heaven and earth."

"Only that single remaining tender green branch emits a faint fluorescent glow in the night wind, shielding this tiny plot of land."

Su Chen did not exaggerate the realm of the Willow Deity; instead, he used an extremely restrained description to slowly outline that mysterious sense of "great form being formless, and great sound being silent."

After the shocking scene from moments ago, the audience below no longer held even a shred of their previous contempt.

Everyone sat up straight, even slowing their breathing.

If an existence held in such high regard by the unfathomable Mr. Su could leave behind even a scorched piece of wood, it must surely hide a world-shaking secret!

Furthermore, there was no telling if it might be related to his own mysterious and unpredictable power!

Just then, in the front row of the hall, a middle-aged man dressed in cyan martial attire—whose spirit characteristics clearly identified him as a plant-type Spirit Master—couldn't help but swallow hard.

He then gathered his courage, stood up, and cupped his hands in a salute.

"Mr. Su."

"You say this Willow Deity protects the land, keeping even the ancient relics from daring to approach."

"This humble one dares to ask: as both are plant-types, how does this Willow Deity compare to the Blue Silver Grass that can be seen everywhere on our Douluo Continent?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Tang San, who had been struggling to calm his mind, suddenly lifted his head, his gaze locked firmly onto the high platform.

Blue Silver Grass—that was his own spirit!

In an instant, every gaze in the hall converged once again upon Su Chen, waiting for the mysterious storyteller's answer.

Facing the trembling question from the plant-type Spirit Master, the entire Listening Rain Pavilion fell into silence once more.

Everyone was waiting for Su Chen's reply.

Tang San, in particular, was in the corner, his hands gripping the corners of his clothes so tightly that his breathing became involuntarily rapid.

That was his spirit, one of the trump cards he was most proud of!

He wanted to hear just how far this arrogant storyteller dared to boast about a broken willow tree!

Meanwhile, on the high platform.

Upon hearing this, Su Chen was slightly stunned, then gave a gentle laugh.

"Blue Silver Grass?"

He did not answer immediately, but instead lightly waved his folding fan and shook his head slightly.

"Do not speak of the common Blue Silver Grass found everywhere on this continent."

"Even the legendary Blue Silver Emperor, which has cultivated for one hundred thousand years and is revered as the emperor of the plant kingdom in your world—"

"In front of the Willow Deity, it is not even fit to carry her shoes."

"No, to be precise, even if ten thousand one-hundred-thousand-year Blue Silver Emperors were bound together, they would not be qualified to serve as a handful of fertilizer for the Willow Deity's roots!"

As these words fell, the entire hall erupted into an uproar!

Mad! This was too mad!

A one-hundred-thousand-year level Blue Silver Emperor, not even fit to be fertilizer?

That was a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, a supreme treasure that would make even a Titled Douluo green with envy!

"Mr. Su, isn't... isn't this statement a bit too exaggerated?" The questioning Spirit Master, clearly not expecting such a result, widened his eyes and asked again.

"Exaggerated?"

"How could a frog at the bottom of a well in a low-dimensional world fathom the vastness of a high-dimensional universe?"

"No matter how strong the Blue Silver Emperor is, it merely manipulates a few vines in this tiny corner of the world to bully low-level beasts."

"Yet the Willow Deity, even with only a scorched stump remaining, could bring the dead back to life and revive billions of souls with a single drop of willow sap;"

"A single fallen leaf could carry a divine kingdom, or even sever the long river of time!"

"You want to compare Blue Silver Grass to the Willow Deity?"

"It is like taking the mud on the ground and trying to outshine the bright moon in the nine heavens; it is nothing but self-inflicted humiliation."

Hearing this, Tang San in the corner finally couldn't help but break down.

His eyes turned bloodshot, and his face flushed a liver-colored purple; he was clearly incensed.

"Bullshit! That is complete nonsense!"

"Teacher said, there are no trash spirits, only trash Spirit Masters!"

"My Blue Silver Grass has infinite possibilities; how could it not even be fit to serve as fertilizer for a broken willow tree!"

"This Su Chen doesn't understand the core theory of spirits at all; he is deliberately belittling the Douluo Continent to elevate his fake world!"

"Is he even a person of the Douluo Continent? He is nothing but a traitor!"

Although Tang San was furious and gnashing his teeth, he dared not speak too loudly.

After all, the sight of Su Chen suppressing a Soul Ancestor from a distance was still fresh in his mind.

Just then, another elderly man in the hall stood up, his face full of confusion as he cupped his hands.

"Mr. Su, this old man has a question."

"You just said that high dimensions crush low dimensions, but you also said that in the Great Wilderness, humanity can only struggle to survive, treated as food by pure-blooded fierce beasts."

"Could it be that in this so-called high-dimensional world, beasts also reign supreme and humans are like blades of grass?"

"Isn't this the exact opposite of our Douluo Continent, where Spirit Masters hunt Soul Beasts?"

This question immediately struck a chord with everyone present.

That's right!

You talked up that world as if it were so incredible, yet humans there are living such miserable lives, getting eaten by wild beasts every single day?

Hearing this, Su Chen snapped his folding fan shut, his gaze turning sharp as he spoke.

"The Great Wilderness is nothing more than a remote, forsaken corner within that vast Perfect World."

"Do you truly believe that the human race in that realm can only stand by and be slaughtered by beasts?"

"Wrong, dead wrong!"

"In the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, in the boundless Immortal Domain, the human race also possesses supreme powerhouses who suppress the ages!"

"We call them, Immortal Kings!"