It’s the end of the world after becoming a mountain god!

"Hey, be polite! If you have the guts, come down and speak. What's the point of hiding up there all the time?"

From the moment Song Tang appeared, she had been suspended in mid-air, talking to Wang Zhiyuan in a condescending manner.

Many people who respected Wang Zhiyuan from the bottom of their hearts could no longer bear it, and looked at Song Tang with increasingly dissatisfied eyes, which could already be considered unfriendly.

Song Tang ignored the man's shouting. She continued to stare at Wang Zhiyuan, as if waiting for his answer wholeheartedly.

Song Tang's behavior was directly understood as provocation and disregard, which was tantamount to adding fuel to the fire for others.

"Arrogant!" The man standing on Wang Zhiyuan's left sneered and slowly raised his right hand.

A wall of blades suddenly appeared above his palm, and at a glance there were at least a hundred blades!

"Could this be the legendary high-level gold-type mutant?" a bystander exclaimed.

Everyone has more or less seen gold-related superpowers. The number of blades that can be controlled is mainly affected by the level of the superpower and talent.

There are also many mid-level gold-type psychics in the base, and they can only control twenty to thirty blades at most.

Now we see someone controlling nearly a hundred blades at a time, which means that this person is not only a high-level gold-type psychic, but also gifted.

"It's Lord Zuo!" Those who had the honor of seeing Zuo Ling in action immediately recognized him from the wall of blades.

"Master Zuo? Is that Zuo Ling, the one who strangled a group of mutant mosquitoes with one move and saved countless people, Master Zuo?"

"I was lucky enough to be present at that battle. It's no exaggeration to say it was a miracle!"

Immediately, people who knew about it began to spread the news about Zuo Ling’s famous battle.

Most people with special abilities have sharp ears and sharp eyes. Zuo Ling naturally heard what everyone was talking about. A confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

At this time, the blade wall in his hand was completely formed, and he shouted: "Go--"

Nearly a hundred blades flew towards Song Tang like a gust of wind.

Song Tang didn't even raise her eyelids, not even looking at him. She raised her hand and waved it gently, and all the blades instantly returned to their original path! And they went straight to Zuo Ling's face!

Zuo Ling was horrified and subconsciously tried to control the blades, but found that the blades from his hands were completely out of his control.

And with even greater speed, they all flew towards his face.

If he was really hit, his head would immediately turn into a watermelon that was smashed to pieces!

All broken into pieces!

Just when everyone was horrified and thought that even gods could not help in such a situation, the unshakable Wang Zhiyuan suddenly moved in front of Zuo Ling.

"Base Commander!"

"Base Commander!"

Various screams were heard all around, and people, whether close or far away, wanted to run to help.

Compared to the chaos around him, Wang Zhiyuan, who faced the danger head-on, remained calm and said, "The child disappeared inexplicably, and no one knows how he disappeared. If the mountain god needs us, we can help find him."

Wang Zhiyuan's words were heartfelt. If there weren't nearly a hundred blades in front of them, it would have been considered a great occasion for the guests.

Looking at the tip of the knife just two or three centimeters away from his nose, a drop of sweat slowly fell on Wang Zhiyu's forehead.

Fortunately, his bet was right! Song Tang did not really intend to take Zuo Ling's life!

The chaos around came to an abrupt end. No one expected that the blade would suddenly brake and just hang in mid-air in front of Wang Zhiyuan.

The densely packed blades were only a few centimeters away from Wang Zhiyuan.

It was almost, just a little bit, and their base leader would be pricked like a hedgehog!

"Song Tang, I'm going to fight you!" Zuo Ling, whose life was saved by Wang Zhiyuan, was particularly excited.

His eyes were red, and he raised his hand to gather a blade, as if he was really determined to fight Song Tang to the death.

Another man with a gentler look nearby held his arm and said, "Calm down and don't mess with my brother!"

"Gao Yang, you can tolerate it but I can't. This bitch really wanted to kill big brother just now!" Zuo Ling twisted his arms desperately and wanted to move forward.

Suddenly, there was a slapping sound, and Zuo Ling felt that his left cheek was slapped hard. Then there was another slapping sound, and the other side of his face was slapped as well.

I thought it was Gao Yang who did it, but when I looked carefully, I found that a red paper man appeared from nowhere.

He, he was slapped twice by a paper man?

After the paper man hit the man, he ran away and disappeared in almost an instant.

No one noticed that there was a transparent vine on the arm of the giant paper man.

"I'll let you talk dirty, I'll let you talk dirty..." I heard the mumbling coming from my shoulder.

Song Tang flicked the leaves of the golden vine with his fingers and said helplessly, "Why are you making trouble right after you woke up?"

Last time, a red crystal core took ten days to half a month to absorb, but this time it woke up in one day. Does this mean that the golden vine has grown? And it has grown very fast?

"He scolded you, how could he scold you?" Jin Teng's consciousness was still indignant, "You are the mountain god, he is just a small mortal, isn't it as easy to kill him as to kill an ant? I just slapped him twice, he got it easy!"

At this time, the huge paper man who ran out to deliver the message stood at Song Tang's feet as if he had done something wrong.

"It's none of your business, you can go back." Song Tang said softly.

The powerful paper man then used his hands and feet to climb back into Song Tang's backpack.

At this time, the people below also reacted, and they all looked at Song Tang with fear, not knowing whether they were afraid that she could hurt people from a distance, or surprised that she would get angry over such a small matter.

But it is obvious that no matter what the reason is, the blame for Jin Teng's action should be put on Song Tang.

The people below were already furious, and now they were slapped in the face in public, and they all united in their hatred of the enemy.

Everyone quickly gathered together and began to act in unison, making Song Tang look like an unforgivable villain.

Jin Teng stood on Song Tang's shoulder and watched the scene. He realized belatedly that he seemed to be in trouble.

"Oh, why do I still feel a little sleepy? I'll sleep a little longer." The golden vine put on a pretentious performance, then immediately closed its two leaves tightly, no longer caring about anything outside the leaves.

Knowing that Jin Teng might have misunderstood, Song Tang did not explain.

Naturally, these people were not united because of Jin Teng's slap, but because Wang Zhiyuan took the initiative to block the knife for his brothers.

As the commander of a base with more than 100,000 people, he would actually sacrifice himself for a brother.

What a great spirit of sacrifice! Isn't such a leader worth their lives?

Obviously worth it.

It was also at this time that Song Tang finally understood why the leader of this base was Wang Zhiyuan.

And why could he quickly lead so many powerful people with special abilities and make them so loyal to him?

She still remembered that Shang Li had been very nervous since she knew she was the mountain god. At this moment, it seemed as if she had long forgotten her identity, and she looked at Song Tang with red eyes, as if she was looking at the murderer of her father.