"Speaking of which, half a year ago, Su Mu, who was ranked seventeenth on the Prodigy List, appeared on the Newborn Plateau without making a sound for some unknown reason."
"He came down from the plateau of his birth and began to challenge the strongest people of the younger generation from all the major forces in Western Xinjiang."
"Also...the people he challenges are almost all from famous families."
"The first is Xuanyuan Fan of Qingyun Sect. Although he is not a Holy Land, he is still famous. His strength is also high on the list of geniuses, ranking 19th!"
"Logically speaking, the strength of the two geniuses should be almost the same, right?"
"Do you know what the final result of that battle was?"
The storyteller gave it up, looked at the crowd of spectators below, and slowly drank a cup of tea.
"How can I know this?"
"Sir, you better tell me what the result will be!"
"That's right, stop trying to titillate people here!"
"Quick, quick, what's the result?"
"..."
The guests below couldn't sit still anymore and hurriedly asked.
A satisfied smile appeared on the storyteller's face, and he said leisurely: "That Xuanyuan Fan is not the enemy of Su Mu Yihe!"
"What? How is this possible?"
"The rankings on the Tianjiao list are almost the same, and the age is about the same. How can we defeat the enemy with one sword? Is it possible that the value of the Tianjiao list is so high that the gap of two is like a chasm?"
"..."
The onlookers were in disbelief. It was obviously too exaggerated.
But when they saw the Xijiang monk's face turned earth-colored without any rebuttal, they suddenly realized.
It's true!
It’s incredible!
"Speaking of that day...Su Mu's sword was like an immortal, and the sword light filled the sky. The terrifying power knocked him unconscious."
The storyteller continued.
It's lifelike and vivid, as if you're on the scene.
The onlookers also listened with rapt attention, appreciating Su Mu's battles all the way over the past six months.
First, he defeated Xuanyuan Fan with one sword, then he defeated Kunlun Mountain, and then defeated his holy son Huang Wuji with one sword!
That Huang Wuji is not a simple figure. He possesses the body of Cangtian Hegemon, and his strength dominates the younger generation of Xijiang, ranking among the top ten in the list of geniuses.
Absolute monster level.
However, this kind of person is not Su Mu's enemy in one round?
Are you sure there is nothing wrong with the list of geniuses?
Such a character is actually ranked seventeenth?
What are you doing!
No wonder the monks in Western Xinjiang are gnashing their teeth in hatred. A Northern Territory genius is tyrannizing in Western Xinjiang. This really brings shame on their faces!
And... among the younger generation, no one can restrain one or two!
He controlled all the major forces in Western Xinjiang, provoked the younger generation of geniuses, and suppressed the geniuses of Western Xinjiang to the point where they could not hold their heads up.
Such a reputation can be said to be at its peak. Once word spreads to other places, the list of geniuses will probably be reshuffled.
As for whether Su Mu can be ranked first on the list of geniuses, it is unknown.
But it is obvious that Su Mu and Wanjian Mountain behind him are indeed going to be famous all over the world.
"Your Majesty, they are talking about you."
The old white tiger said with a smile behind the young man, as if he was proud.
Su Mu suppressed all the geniuses in Western Xinjiang along the way.
Not even ancient holy places like Kunlun, Wudang, and Shushan could stop Su Mu. With such incredible talent, how could he not feel honored as a subordinate?
If he really becomes an emperor in the future, then he will truly achieve enlightenment, and chickens and dogs will ascend to heaven!
"He recognized me."
Su Mu stared at the storyteller while sipping tea.
It is definitely not that simple to be able to tell stories in the central area of the imperial capital of Zhongzhou.
He should be a high-ranking and powerful person in Tianji Pavilion.
Otherwise, not long after he arrived in Zhongzhou, he would already know everything that happened in Western Xinjiang, even the smallest details.
This ability is terrifying.
When the old white tiger heard this, his eyes narrowed slightly and fell on the storyteller, a little wary.
After all, he also has the strength of the late-stage God Realm. In this era where saints do not appear, he can be regarded as the top combat power. This coercion spreads out unconsciously, and the teahouse seems to collapse.
The storyteller was naturally alert. After discovering something was wrong, he secretly used his spiritual power to bless the inn.
The spectators were unaware of the secret competition between the two powerful men and were still enjoying themselves. However, they noticed a slight shaking in the teahouse.
But it wasn't serious, so I didn't care.
However.
A roar suddenly exploded.
The teahouse immediately fell into pieces. Even if the materials used were strong, they could not withstand the secret battle between two powerful men in the realm of gods.
Once this kind of existence breaks out, the entire imperial capital may even be annihilated. Generally speaking...such a strong person is not allowed to take action at will, at least not in major towns where mortals gather.
Of course, they themselves will also pay attention to it. Even if it is not their intention, because they indirectly cause too many deaths and injuries to ordinary people, God will still send karmic fire and they will be tortured day and night.
"I'll go! What's going on? Why did the teahouse suddenly explode?"
"It's so good, how could this happen? Who did it? How dare the Emperor dare to cause such a big commotion under his feet?"
"No matter who it is, who dares to take action in the imperial capital, they are tired of living!"
The spectators who were stunned by the explosion spoke angrily, and some even cursed.
Who can bear this sudden shock? I was just listening to the story, but unexpectedly someone made trouble and blew up the teahouse. Fortunately, there were no casualties, otherwise it would have been an unnecessary disaster.
Such a movement happened in the center of the imperial city, so it was certainly not a trivial matter.
Not long.
A group of government soldiers quickly blocked the teahouse.
Each one of them was wearing special robes, gorgeous and mighty, obviously extraordinary.
Moreover, these palace soldiers are all at the level of Tongtian Realm!
This is far beyond ordinary soldiers.
"Your Majesty, I have caused trouble for you."
Old White Tiger was a little ashamed.
He was originally vigilant, but his power unconsciously spread out, and then he began to fight secretly.
I really didn't expect that the teahouse was so unstable that it exploded before the fight lasted long.
A middle-aged man walked out under the command of the government soldiers.
His aura was strong and iron-blooded, as if he had stepped out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Su Mu had sharp eyes and could see his true god level strength at a glance.
In the imperial capital, there really is a crouching tiger, hidden dragon.
In the teahouse, I met a giant of a god. The leader of the soldiers actually had the power of a true god, and he seemed to be able to grab a lot of them.
It is indeed the place where the human race’s fate and dragon veins reside!
"It's okay, we came here to listen to a book, but this teahouse exploded suddenly and it has nothing to do with us."
"If it doesn't work, why don't we run away?"
Su Mu chuckled softly, not caring at all, as if he still found it interesting.
When Old White Tiger heard this, he was slightly relieved. It would be best if his master did not blame him.
