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Mo Wen smiled knowingly.

At the same time, he glanced at the jungle in a certain direction, then looked away and ignored it.

Meanwhile, under a tree more than 500 meters away.

Mei Jinfeng, who had secretly taken Tang Qiushan away using telekinesis, breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing that Mo Wen had not been alerted. She then said to Xia Liuqing, "Is this the living Yama you were talking about?"

"He actually made a fool of Xiao Ding. His strength... isn't much weaker than the sect leader's, is it?"

Mei Jinfeng's tone was filled with shock and amazement.

She couldn't understand it; were all kids these days this strong?

Compared to their era.

Mo Wen can now stand firmly at the pinnacle of the world of supernatural beings.

Even Wugensheng, or the previous generation Celestial Master Zhang Jingqing, or that legendary Xuanmen master, the Great Ying Immortal of the Sanyi Sect, are no match for him.

That's all there is to it, isn't it?

Putting everything else aside, Ding Shian's skill level alone was undoubtedly that of a top expert in her time.

There's no problem placing them in the top five of the entire circle.

But that's the level they're at.

Facing Mo Wen, he acted like a mischievous monkey, jumping around and being played with.

That's right, it's just for fun.

Mei Jinfeng was certain she hadn't misread anything; from the very beginning, Mo Wen hadn't been playing seriously at all.

Even that terrifying dragon-shaped palm strike was just something to play with.

And that's what it means to just play around.

All of this put Ding Shian in a precarious situation, where the slightest mistake could lead to his death.

With such cultivation and skills, it is no exaggeration to say that he is the number one person in the world.

Look at how easily he can blast a crater in the ground with a single palm strike, and how easily he can destroy dozens of large trees.

Putting aside everything else, just in terms of destructive power...

Mei Jinfeng didn't know anyone who could compare to her.

Xia Liuqing, standing to the side, wholeheartedly agreed: "That's right, Jin Feng. Now you understand why those bastards ran away without saying a word when they heard that this guy was in the Tang Clan."

"This guy is terrifyingly strong."

"I feel that he has probably only used 60 or 70% of his strength so far."

"This guy's true skill level far surpasses that of Ding Shian and another hero, Ru Hu."

Mei Jinfeng nodded: "It's better if we don't provoke him. Only the sect leader can probably handle such a powerful guy."

Xia Liuqing chuckled, reaching into his pocket to pull something out as he spoke.

"Of course. Back then, the sect leader only needed less than three moves to freeze all of us, including Xiao Ding and me, against more than ten experts."

"Although Mo Wen is powerful, he is still far inferior to the Sect Master."

"Time is of the essence, let's hurry up and find out the location of Tang Tomb from this old man."

Mei Jinfeng looked at Xia Liuqing with hesitation: "Are you sure your body can withstand that kind of belief?"

"Are you concerned about me, Jin Feng?"

Upon hearing Mei Jinfeng's words, Xia Liuqing's eyes brightened, and she grinned, her almost toothless mouth agape, as happy as a child.

"I didn't! Don't overthink it, you old ghost!" Mei Jinfeng immediately turned her head away.

"Hehe." Xia Liuqing chuckled, then stopped being cheeky. He pulled out a glove from his pocket, woven with countless colors, and put it on. With a flick of his wrist, a ball of light condensed.

"As for transforming into a Divine Listener, I can still do it with my current physical condition."

"It was a bit of a stretch, but there's nothing wrong with it."

Di Ting is a mythical beast that communicates with Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

They can discern all things in the world by listening, and are especially good at listening to people's hearts.

Just like the story of the real and fake Monkey Kings in Journey to the West, even Guanyin Bodhisattva and the gods of Heaven could not distinguish the real Sun Wukong from the fake one.

But Di Ting did achieve that.

In folk tradition, people believe that Di Ting possesses nine kinds of energy: spiritual energy, divine energy, good fortune, sharpness, vigor, wealth, luck, integrity, and strength.

It can ward off evil spirits, avert disasters, bring blessings, and protect the body.

It is devoutly believed by many Buddhist followers.

Many people in the general public also believe in Di Ting.

They believed that listening to the divine would bring them good luck.

The power of faith accumulated over thousands of years can be collected and interpreted by shamans like Xia Liuqing.

"Hehe, this time I went to the Buddhist temple to collect the faith of Di Ting. Although it is difficult to portray a divine beast in human form, the magical power is less than half of what it used to be."

"But asking about the location is enough."

Xia Liuqing wiped the ball of light, formed from the power of faith, onto her face.

The ball of light immediately transformed into a liquid mercury, covering and spreading the area, while Xia Liuqing's figure gradually hunched over, prostrating herself on the ground.

......

While Xia Liuqing was performing the act of listening, she was trying to find out information about the Tang Tomb from Tang Qiushan.

Lu Linglong, Wang Ye, Zhang Chulan, and a group of Tang Sect disciples also arrived from afar.

"Big brother! You didn't...?"

Just as Zhang Chulan was about to say something, he witnessed an unbelievable scene and froze on the spot.

Not just Zhang Chulan, but everyone present felt the same way.

Dozens of people wore expressions of disbelief and shock.

All that could be seen ahead of them was...

The vast forest in front of us has collapsed, and the ground is full of craters with diameters of seven or eight meters, and some even more than ten meters.

There are at least forty large pits, densely packed together.

Mo Wen stood tall and straight, smiling as he counted, "438, 439, 440..."

He was ten meters ahead of him.

Ding Shian was doing push-ups with a huge rock as tall as a person on his back. His bare upper body revealed his well-defined, strong and muscular physique.

He kept rising and falling, even when he was panting heavily and drenched in sweat.

They still dared not stop.

Because of his surroundings.

More than forty Ruyi Forces, each as thick as an adult's waist, surrounded him like a swarm of hungry sharks.

If Ding Shian makes even the slightest mistake, these forces will swarm in and devour him completely, or blast him into countless fragments.

Ding Shian was on the verge of tears, doing push-ups while shouting:

"I was wrong! Lord Mo!"

"I'll never do it again!"

"Please, have mercy!"

Mo Wen revealed a gentle smile:

"No, keep going!"

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Chapter 450: One sentence made the fierce Xia Liuqing obediently bow her head and become a mistress.

Ding Shian is one of the three most recognized fighters in the industry.

He was also a renowned hero.

He's doing push-ups while carrying a huge rock on his back?

He even shouted "I was wrong"?!

If it weren't for the certainty that this wasn't an illusion created by someone, or that we weren't poisoned, we wouldn't have been able to find this place.

Wang Ye, Lu Linglong, Zhang Chulan, and all the other Tang Sect disciples would definitely think that what they were seeing was an illusion.

This is a well-known expert in the field.

How did it become like this?

Although it is rumored that Mo Wen defeated Na Ru Hu, who was on par with Ding Shi An.

But that doesn't mean you can torment another person like that, does it?

Doing push-ups while carrying a stone on your back?

What's the difference between this and making a big shot perform acrobatics?

This is absolutely a disgrace!

However, considering that Ding Shian was a notorious member of the Tianmen sect, and that everyone knew that this commotion was staged to lure out the Tianmen members, this was a setup.

Therefore, when you see this scene...

Strangely, everyone fell silent, held their breath, and stared intently at Ding Shian doing push-ups, while Mo Wen counted.

"498."

"499."