However, Su Chen shook his head.
He picked up the teacup on the table and gently blew across the steam.
"He isn't an immortal."
Su Chen's voice was calm as he uttered those words.
"His cultivation had stopped at the peak of the human path."
"The Supreme Realm."
The Supreme Realm?
The words sent a wave of startled whispers through the Listening Rain Pavilion.
Sword Douluo Chen Xin froze for a moment, then furrowed his brows. "Only the Supreme Realm? In the stories Mr. Su told before, Supremes were powerful, but they still belonged to the realm of mortals. They were merely at the peak of the human path. They were still worlds apart from a true immortal."
A Sect Master from an affiliated sect of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect couldn't help speaking up, his voice tinged with confusion and contempt.
"Mr. Su, surely you're joking? A Supreme who hadn't even crossed the Immortal Gate was going to block the entrance to a Longevity Family with a True Immortal's foundation?"
"Exactly! I thought the Great Elder was some terrifying immortal powerhouse. Turns out he wasn't even an immortal."
"Even if the ancestors of those Longevity Families feared him, would they really be too scared to leave their homes just because of one Supreme? Has Meng Tianzheng's reputation been blown out of proportion?"
Hearing the Douluo natives below the stage discussing him with disappointment and contempt, Ice Empress stopped playing her jade flute and gave them a cold look.
These frogs at the bottom of a well had no idea how difficult the Great Dao was.
Su Chen sat in his grand chair without immediately refuting them.
He simply listened in silence, the corner of his mouth curling in unconcealed scorn.
Smack!
The Gavel slammed heavily against the table.