How big could one person's influence be?
When Tang Shidao didn't move, no one dared to move in the huge visitor's square of the Thunder Chalk Divine Star. Even the Thunder Chalk Divine Star Army who received the news didn't dare to move. The people watching from behind the screen also subconsciously held their breath, waiting for the First Saint to make a move. In their minds, the First Saint's actions represented his attitude.
He was different from Mr. Long whose origin was unknown. He fought his way in and received everyone's approval.
In other words.
Even if the First Saint created a Divine Star in the Divine Kingdom, it was a matter of course. On the other hand, there were more Divine Stars in the Divine Kingdom than there were sand. Was it worth paying attention to? No, it wasn't! What people really feared was the First Saint's six major curses and the Black and White World that no one understood until now. Regardless of confrontation, in terms of neutrality and friendliness, the First Saint also had something that everyone envied the most: Kunpeng!
"Are you little guides?" Tang Shidao asked with a smile.
"Ah … Yes, yes, it's an honor to serve you, respected First Saint's pavilion." The children saw the smiling face and sighed in relief.
At this time.
The others who held their breaths also breathed softly, thinking that the First Saint shouldn't be difficult to get along with.
Of course, they didn't dare to be too presumptuous.
In the memories of most of the Divine Kingdom's people, everyone remembered that there was a black shadow beside the First Saint who once destroyed a tidal wave of people surrounding him with one punch. That punch had punched through countless black holes in the sky. That kind of destructive power was unimaginable to ordinary people.
At this time.
Before the children could react, a group of more than ten figures flew down. The leader was the master of the Divine Star, Lei Chalk.
"Welcome, Mr. Tang. I'm Lei Chalk, the master of the Divine Star." Lei Chalk didn't dare to be arrogant. The person in front of him had fought with Mute Monk. Although Mute Monk didn't use his full strength, the First Saint didn't use his full strength either.
"Hello, sorry to disturb you. I just want to find some books about the Divine Kingdom to read." Tang Shidao gestured.
"That's easy. I can help you prepare it. Mr. Tang, I wonder if you're interested in joining our Star Master gathering? "Lei Chalk invited him with a humble attitude. This was not because of the difference in strength, but because the person in front of him was the master of Kunpeng. It was the same with invitations to Star Lords' gatherings. Everyone wanted to 'curry favor' and gain a place in Kunpeng.
"Not interested. If it's about Kunpeng, I've already handed it over to the representatives of the various parties. I don't want to be busy with these annoying things. "
"Mr. Tang, you've misunderstood. We just want to entertain you and do our part as a host." Lei Jiao was naturally not that stupid.
Even an idiot wouldn't ask for benefits right off the bat.
The invitation was invalid.
Lei Jiao gestured with his hand again, inviting Tang Shidao to his largest library as a guest. In the time it took to say a few words, the subordinates were already prepared. This was the World of Mages, and a few spells could accomplish many things.
Tang Shidao did not mind.
This time, his attitude was completely different.
Very soon.
Everyone teleported away, and Lei Jiao personally led Tang Shidao to the library. As a Star Lord, he didn't want to waste any more time. After all, he still had to save face. To show his sincerity, he left Lei Ji, the designated successor of the Divine Planet, and let him entertain the distinguished guest. Tang Shidao knew Lei Ji and had worked together in the ancient maze for a long time. But now that he was not 'Mr. Long', he could not help but feel a little strange.
He read by himself.
Lei Ji was like a well-behaved student, quietly standing by the side, ready to respond at any time.
When facing 'Mr. Long', Lei Ji still had the attitude of a 'god's second generation'. Even if he was very polite on the surface, there was still an inexplicable sense of pride in his bones. But now it was different. He was completely serving 'uncles', and was even half a level higher than his father, Lei Jiao.
From a god's second generation to a junior … In fact, he had only changed his name.
"Mr. Tang, here is some research information about the ancient maze, translated by a genius named 'Mr. Long'. In addition, he also left behind information about the 'human totem'. I wonder if Mr. Tang has seen it? If you have, there are some other people's research at the bottom, and they are just barely beginner's methods. "Another familiar person, Lei Shang, came over with a pile of information.
He smiled apologetically, and his attitude was completely different from when he was facing Mr. Long.
"Thank you, I'm interested." Tang Shidao gestured, and vaguely found that Lei Shang was relieved.
At this moment.
Lei Ji and Lei Shang also looked at each other, and both of them nodded slightly.
Their attitudes were the same.
Even if they could not make friends with the First Saint, at least they could not offend him. The Lei Jiao Divine Planet could be neutral towards' Mr. Long ', but it could not turn a blind eye to the First Saint. Kunpeng, the six major curses, the strange power of the black and white world, any one of them was not something a low-level Divine Planet could afford to offend. In addition to the First Saint's own strength, the 'guests' of Kunpeng and most of the 'Saints' of the Sorcerer Network were the invisible support of the person in front of them.
It could be said.
If you offended the First Saint, the tyrants of Kunpeng would not be kind to you.
When Mr. Long announced the information about the ancient maze, some hidden warriors in the void expressed their gratitude by 'helping out' once. This person in front of them, there were countless people who were willing to help him out once.
Lei Jiao also thought that the chances of making friends with him were not high, and it was already a great fortune to have greeted him and sent him off safely.
If there were rumors that something had happened to the First Saint on the Lei Jiao Divine Planet.
Haha, the name of the Lei Jiao Divine Planet would have to be changed.
After a while.
Another group of uninvited guests came, a group of familiar second-generation Divine Gods.
"My name is Ten Wolves, I … I am Mr. Long's … friend." Ten Wolves already had more than 40 rings, and had bravely advanced to the third domain. In front of Mr. Long, he was very calm, and there was only respect in his heart. Now, when facing the First Saint, he was a little speechless.
Before coming.
Ten Wolves and the second-generation Divine Gods had imagined it.
Although the First Saint's name was well-known, Mr. Long was an almost miraculous figure. If the two were to be compared, the First Saint, who was "invincible in the same realm," should not be able to beat Mr. Long, who "won with one punch." After all, even the mechanical freak, who was a holy sect with 10,000 rings, was defeated by Mr. Long, who had 20 or 30 rings. The First Saint definitely could not achieve such a result.
Therefore, everyone believed that Mr. Long was slightly better, and that the First Saint was just famous.
At this moment.
When everyone really faced him, they instantly felt that they were wrong, very wrong. The person sitting here reading the book was very strong, and there was a feeling that made it difficult to breathe. It was not an illusion, and now their bodies and minds could feel it. Standing in front of this person was like a primitive man with a stone spear standing in front of a Tyrannosaurus rex.
The closer they walked, the more their heartbeats accelerated unnaturally.
Their skin tightened.
Their palms sweated.
Their mouths were dry.
Even their scalps were faintly numb.
When they walked to Tang Shidao's side, everyone had another illusion: their hearts were beating like drums, their ears were ringing, their mouths were difficult to open, and their eyes were clear and dizzy. This was not a real power injury, and they could feel that … not only themselves, but even the air around them was "afraid."
Very unnaturally, everyone began to feel their bodies slowly turn cold.
Even if they knew it was an illusion, they still felt a kind of "trembling" feeling.
Hearing the Ten Wolves' pause, everyone was not surprised at all. If they were the ones speaking, they might not be able to finish their words.
Just as they were about to salute.
Suddenly.
The whole world seemed to be suffocating and still … Two black shadows, one on the left and one on the right, slowly turned around. In an instant, it was as if the sky was pressing down on them, and all their movements were "frozen." If the First Saint was like a mountain pressing down on them, the two black shadows were like stars crushing down. At this moment, everyone felt as if their souls were shattering.
"Hey, hey, we're not here to fight."
A soft light lingered and shot out, and everyone was "awakened" in the blink of an eye. When they turned around and saw Yi Hui's smile, they realized that … they had already cast spells, held Holy Artifacts, and even summoned some rarely used secret power tools.
On the other side.
The First Saint, who was sitting and reading, did nothing, and the two shadows only turned slightly.
Everyone's faces were hot.
Because of fear, they had unknowingly "prepared for death". This was not the First Saint's method, but they were just thinking too much. Or rather, this was the first time they truly felt what it meant to be … on a different level!
In the past, the second generation of gods never believed that anyone could scare the enemy away without making a move.
Now, they believed.
If the First Saint had made the slightest move just now, even if it was a fierce glare or a snort … they would definitely have run away.
"Mr. Tang, I … I heard that you sent someone to deal with Mr. Long … Did, did he?" The Ten Wolves barely came back to his senses, but his heart still could not slow down. Because of Mr. Long's great kindness, he used all his courage to ask this question. Before this, he believed it was a misunderstanding. Now that he saw the First Saint, he hoped it was a misunderstanding.
Because even if it was Mr. Long, it was best not to provoke the enemy in front of him.
"Would you believe me if I said no?" Tang Shidao said lightly.
"I believe you." The Ten Wolves could not answer for a moment, but Yi Hui answered first and said, "You're reading information about the ancient maze, so I guess you haven't heard of Mr. Long at all. So, there's no possibility of sending someone to deal with him. Let me introduce myself, my name is Yi Hui … "
With Yi Hui's jesting, everyone relaxed for a moment.
All of a sudden.
They realized that they were not on guard against hostility, and their bodies and minds calmed down. Just now, they reacted too strongly, so the feedback was even more terrifying. Just now, the feeling was like a dark abyss. The more you wanted to break in, the more terrifying it felt. When you stepped back and left, the fear faded.
Thinking of this, no one relaxed.
On the contrary.
They were all imagining … if just a little bit of hostility was so terrifying, what kind of pressure would they feel if they really fought the First Saint? Would they be so frightened that they did not dare to move at all? Would their limbs be so stiff that they could not even cast spells? Or would they surrender before the other party raised his hand?
It was unimaginable.
They did not dare to imagine.
They were not at this level at all. They did not even dare to think about it.
"… Ancient maze? Sounds interesting. It seems that I should also go to the Palace of Nobles to take a look. "Tang Shidao let Yi Hui perform and did not interrupt him.
"Of course, it's very interesting. Anyway, we have nothing to do. Why don't we go now? "Yi Hui was also very friendly.
After all, he was a descendant of Yuan Ling, so he was much calmer than the others.
"Okay." Tang Shidao also needed to cultivate the Colorless Multiple Domains, so he had already planned to do so.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
Was there such a straightforward person in the world?
Entering the Void and doing cultivation, he did not even need to investigate and decided with a few words?
While everyone was still confused, they arrived at the entrance of the Palace of Nobles. To their surprise, a group of people had been waiting for a long time. They were all group leaders of the Palace of Nobles, including Baek Sung-nam, who had shown his face once. The gods' descendants were shocked. The attitude of this group of people was completely different. It was as if they were receiving a distinguished guest.
Except for Baek Sung-nam, whose expression was slightly colder, as if he had been forced to come here.
At this time.
Suddenly, a hundred magic engineered machines flashed and a familiar figure appeared. "First Saint, nice to meet you. Mr. Long specially asked me to come and greet you, I … "
Before he could finish speaking.
There was a clap.
The Shadow of the Past clapped his hands, and a burst of black flames spread.
In an instant.
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