Chapter 61: What Kind of Influence Was Sustained

God knows what spell those people are under, but they stubbornly insist that Tang Niannian is a fallen soul master who boosts her own cultivation by devouring the cultivation of others.

Tang Niannian pulled Xue Ke back, motioning for her to stay out of the matter.

Xue Ke frowned, "Niannian!"

Why shouldn't they get involved?

Tang Niannian said, "Once they see it for themselves, they'll give up."

Xue Ke looked at Tang Niannian, feeling annoyed, "But why should you have to prove your own innocence? Since they are the ones casting doubt, shouldn't they be the ones to—"

Moreover, her current realm upon ascending to the higher tier was far more powerful than that of ordinary higher immortals. While others merely reached the initial stage of a higher immortal upon breakthrough, Zhao Dongzi jumped straight into the mid-to-late stage of the higher immortals.

Her gaze carried a hint of playful amusement; she clearly knew a great deal, yet refused to speak plainly.

Seeing how hesitant and fussing Wei Wuxin was, Dong Dawei felt a deep sense of irritation and directly laid down his demands to Wei Wuxin.

That terrifying force of sword intent stirred up the wind and fire, surging forward and illuminating half the sky.

With a muffled bang, a figure was sent flying backward—it was none other than the arrogant and self-conceited God King Fuxia, who had completely underestimated Mufeng.

Otherwise, without the reinforcement of longevity force, the Pure Sun Finger could undoubtedly have reached the level of a supreme divine ability.

Chen Yuxiu's confident demeanor gave Dong Dawei great peace of mind. Both Han Shuang and Su Jian held immense trust in Chen Yuxiu; ever since the incident last time, they had become convinced that Chen Yuxiu was a true prodigy from whom they could learn a great deal.

Looking at the plaza outside the stadium, which had moments ago resembled a surging, jubilant ocean, but was now swaying gently and humming in a trance-like state along with the soft, a cappella singing of the tif, Xing Fuchen felt a wave of emotion wash over him at this moment.

Such is the might of a Saint-tier peerless powerhouse, who can effortlessly turn a vast expanse of space into a cage. With the Blue Star and Great Saint Baoji present, no matter how tyrannical the demented fiend was, it could not stir up any trouble. However, Huang Qiangu and Qi Hunchen became problematic at this juncture.

The conflict between the Wind God Guild and Thunder Across the World was not a matter of a day or two. From the very moment the Wind God Guild was born, it seemed to have been targeted by Thunder Across the World. Yet, far from declining, the Wind God Guild had marched forward step by step to where it was today.

However, precisely because the core technology level far surpassed modern science, Zhang Yu could feel absolute confidence in the "organization" behind Chen Yang.

The audience at the scene already knew who today's sole guest was, so they all held up posters of Yang Lin along with glowing light sticks, using their most ecstatic screams to express the joy within their hearts.

Hearing this, Xing Jue experienced a sudden flash of enlightenment. He had indeed previously heard Bu Chen mention that he hailed from the Sealed Continent, but Xing Jue hadn't paid it much mind.

He attempted to activate the self-detonation device, but it was too late. A scorpion had already severed his arm, and the rest swarmed forward... flesh and blood flew everywhere... and in the blink of an eye, he was devoured completely.

After resting for just a short while, he opened his eyes again, shifting his gaze back to the computer screen, clicking the mouse with one hand while pondering his typing.

In truth, Xu Qian was merely trying to make things difficult for him. Now that the other party had lowered their posture to such an extent, it wouldn't do to say too much more, so he said, "Very well, this official has his own considerations," and promptly led his men back.

Yet, upon reflection, it didn't seem so strange. One only needed to look at the thirteen styles of the Guangling Absolute Sword to understand just how astonishing Guangling Sanren's natural talent was. Having attained such achievements after ten thousand years since ascending to immortality was entirely normal.

The elevator shuddered slightly, but fortunately, no major malfunction occurred, and it rapidly continued its descent. In no time at all, it reached the underground space on the third basement level.

In an instant, vast and majestic waves of spiritual energy violently collided in mid-air, kicking up an incomparable shockwave.

He simply folded a piece of dogtail grass in half, hooked it together with the folded dogtail grass of Mozhentian, and then pulled them apart with force.