From appearance to attack, the Storyteller had consistently given everyone the feeling of a hidden great cultivator, unfathomably deep. Yet he was directly knocked down to the ground by a single Eight Directions Paying Homage move.
This reversal came too quickly—it nearly made Jun Changxiao and the various warriors fall flat on the ground.
“Peak Truth-Seeking Realm?”
Gongsun Ruoli’s facial expression became spectacular.
That’s not right!
He’d looked so unfathomably deep just now. How come the momentum he now emanated wasn’t even as good as his own?
“Damn!”
Jun Changxiao collapsed: “Could this guy’s so-called respectable skills be sticking two scallions in his nose to pretend to be an elephant?”
“Let me!”
“I could do it too!”
Back in the day when Gou Sheng went to the Pill Hall, he’d specifically spent 500 reputation points to buy a Bluffing Garment. In pure deception, he was definitely not inferior to anyone.
Why didn’t he use it?
The people from the Spirit Realm came clearly to wreck the place.
If he used it to pretend, unless he could project overwhelming momentum, the moment real combat started, he’d definitely be exposed.
Moreover, even if the Bluffing Garment could disguise him as an expert, how could it disguise him as a Third Step powerhouse?
So this kind of tool for deception had to be used according to occasion. If used carelessly, the outcome would be just like the Storyteller’s.
Of course, for the Storyteller to have peak Truth-Seeking Realm cultivation was already quite good.
But with the Upper Realm currently in mortal danger, this level of powerhouse obviously couldn’t create miracles, much less become a savior.
“Damn bastard!”
The General standing in midair, his eyes gradually filled with fury.
When the Storyteller appeared, he’d regarded him as a formidable opponent. Yet it turned out he was deliberately toying with him!
“Die!”
“Whoosh whoosh!”
The General angrily raised his hand, gathering the surrounding heaven and earth energy like cannonballs, bombarding toward the sunken earth.
“Boom boom boom!”
Power carrying fury bombarded the ground again and again, the sunken area continuously extending.
“…”
Jun Changxiao and the various warriors’ mouths twitched.
Since the Storyteller wasn’t at the Heavenly Mystery Realm, being so crazily bombarded, his fate must surely be cold!
However, when the General stopped, when the dust gathered around dissipated, they saw the opponent still lying in the now even wider deep crater, still with that same eyes-rolled-back, foaming-at-the-mouth appearance.
“This…”
Jun Changxiao and the others were dumbfounded.
The General also wore an expression of disbelief: “How is this possible!”
The Storyteller’s true strength had basically been determined by the top-tier powerhouses present. Yet after withstanding a round of bombardment, he could still be completely unharmed—this was truly incomprehensible!
Unless… this guy was resilient?
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
The General continued gathering power to bombard. Heaven and earth spiritual energy howled, and space was stirred until it gradually collapsed.
After approximately a quarter-hour, the Storyteller still lay in the deep crater. Though he looked somewhat miserable, he consistently maintained that degree—like… an unkillable cockroach.
“Impossible!”
The General roared furiously: “Absolutely impossible!”
This guy’s strength was clearly far inferior to his own. Killing him would be as easy as turning over his hand. But why, after bombarding for so long, did he remain standing firm?
“Sigh.”
Just then, the Storyteller shakily stood up from the deep crater.
He first patted off the dirt, then leaped out, sat cross-legged on the ground, and summoned a small table.
“Slap!”
He set down the gavel.
“Swish!”
He lightly waved the feather fan.
After brief preparation, the Storyteller opened his mouth in an affected tone: “Speaking of which, long, long ago, when the Upper Realm first opened, heaven and earth were desolate, the first batch of living beings was born…”
“…”
Jun Changxiao and the various warriors were speechless.
Big brother! At this critical moment, how are you starting to tell stories!
“I understand!”
The General seemed to have gained enlightenment, sneering: “If this General hasn’t guessed wrong, you should be deliberately stalling for time.”
A slight flicker appeared in the Storyteller’s eyes—his thoughts had clearly been guessed.
“However.”
The General said indifferently: “To withstand so many bombardments and still stand up, your strength shouldn’t be so weak. Could it be… this isn’t your true body?”
Not the true body?
Jun Changxiao was astonished.
“Sigh.”
The Storyteller shook his head: “Have I been discovered?”
“That’s right.”
He admitted frankly: “This is merely one of my external avatars. Because of my attachment to my homeland, I left it in the Upper Realm.”
My goodness!
This was getting explosive!
Jun Changxiao and the various warriors were dumbfounded.
They’d thought this guy was a bluffing fraud, but unexpectedly the plot had another reversal!
“Tsk tsk.”
The General said: “An external avatar alone has such cultivation. This General is very curious—just how strong is your true body?”
“You’ll see very soon.” The Storyteller said.
The General crossed his arms, proclaiming proudly: “Don’t disappoint me.”
He’d already guessed the Storyteller was deliberately stalling for time, probably waiting for his true body to arrive. Since that was the case, he’d give the Upper Realm a chance to struggle on.
He’d come this time under orders, nominally for revenge, but more so because he wanted to fight someone with combat power exceeding ten thousand.
“Rest assured.”
The Storyteller said: “You’ll be satisfied.”
…
The General insisted on waiting for the true body to arrive, so the slaves gathered around him and the fighters covering the firmament never launched an attack.
The Storyteller’s time-stalling tactic was very successful.
However, in his heart he worried: “The true body needs some time to reach the Upper Realm. I’m afraid this guy will lose patience and strike first to annihilate all living beings.”
Sigh.
Too careless.
Knowing the invaders were very powerful, he should have rushed over earlier.
The General was waiting for the Storyteller’s true body, and Jun Changxiao and the various warriors were also waiting, hoping he could save all living beings from fire and water.
“Buzz!”
Several hours later, space suddenly trembled slightly, as if cut by a sharp blade, a fine sword mark appearing.
“Whoosh whoosh!”
Special air currents surged from within the fissure, instantly permeating the entire Upper Realm.
The true body had arrived?
The General turned his head to look, his eyes flashing with battle intent.
The emerging aura wasn’t strong, but his intuition told him the strength should be considerable.
Jun Changxiao and the various warriors also locked onto the torn fissure, their facial expressions solemn to the extreme.
“What’s going on?”
The Storyteller was astonished instead.
At this moment, all the warriors present thought it was his true body arriving. In fact, he himself knew most clearly—it would take at least several more days to reach the Upper Realm!
Moreover, even if arriving early, there shouldn’t be any tearing of space!
“Crack!”
“Crack!”
Space continuously tore, the marks gradually expanding.
“Whoosh whoosh whoosh!”
Suddenly, three streams of light flew from the split fissure, then stopped in the Upper Realm’s firmament. When the light faded, they revealed an honest-looking middle-aged man, a woman holding a child, and a monster with a human body and crocodile head.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
This Storyteller’s true body wasn’t just one?
Male, female, old, young—and one that was neither human nor ghost?
“In-law.”
The crocodile head who’d just arrived in the Upper Realm said with some surprise: “I didn’t expect the end of the space-time passage to connect to a plane!”
“Indeed.”
The middle-aged man said: “A bit incomprehensible.”
Mm?
Just then, he noticed countless fighters gathered in the distant firmament, along with dozens of steel warships. So he narrowed his eyes, saying: “These things… look a bit familiar.”
The woman beside him said in a low voice: “Shortly after our son was born, similar warships appeared in the Mountain-Sea Realm. My husband destroyed them all with his axe.”
“Slap!”
The middle-aged man smacked his forehead: “I remember now!”
“Mountain-Sea Realm?”
The General’s eyes gradually turned cold: “Could it be that you’re the one who destroyed my Spirit Realm’s Fourth Fleet?”
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