Chapter 201: Soul Trauma

Tian Qingbo, whose soul had been attacked fiercely, felt as if countless bees were buzzing in his head, and he was completely in a state of confusion.

His eyes lost focus and became blurred and empty, and his consciousness seemed to be floating in a vast mist, and he could not wake up.

After a long time, he slowly stretched out his fingers with great difficulty. The fingers he stretched out kept trembling, as if he had used up all his strength, and pointed at Shen Lang with full of resentment.

"It was Shen Lang who attacked me!" He shouted desperately at the top of his lungs.

When the disciples of the Tiandao League heard Tian Qingbo's accusation, they were instantly furious and wanted to attack Shen Lang to help Tian Qingbo get revenge.

They all tightened their weapons, their spiritual power began to surge, their faces were fierce, and they kept shouting: "You dared to sneak attack our senior brother, you will pay the price!"

Murong Jian frowned and said seriously: "Shen Lang has been concentrating on accepting the inheritance, how could he have the energy to sneak attack you?"

His eyes were full of doubt and dissatisfaction.

"Everyone saw it clearly just now. Shen Lang sat quietly in front of the stone tablet from beginning to end, without moving at all."

Murong Jian raised his voice and his tone became more determined.

"Can you not make up such a crude and low-level excuse? Are all the people present blind?"

He glanced at the disciples of the Tiandao League, his eyes full of anger and disdain.

Tian Qingbo was choked speechless by Murong Jian's words. He opened his mouth, but couldn't spit out a word for a long time.

In fact, he himself didn't know who had attacked him at all. He just felt that in that extremely short moment just now, his head was suddenly pierced by countless sharp needles, and the pain almost made him faint.

But because he was guilty, before being attacked, he was preparing to attack Shen Lang with evil intentions, so he subconsciously poured the basin of dirty water on Shen Lang's head without hesitation.

However, at this moment, everyone present looked in the direction of Shen Lang, but found that Shen Lang was still concentrating on understanding the stone tablet, and the whole person was motionless, with no signs of attacking others.

Especially Murong Jian said sarcastically:

"Could it be that in your heart, you are more attractive to Shen Lang than the extremely precious stone tablet full of mysterious power? Can he be willing to give up such a rare inheritance opportunity to attack you?"

The corners of Murong Jian's mouth rose, and his eyes were full of sarcasm.

"Or do you think Shen Lang is so powerful that he can attack you silently and without anyone noticing under the eyes of everyone who is concentrating?"

Murong Jian's voice became louder and louder, and every word was like a sharp sword piercing Tian Qingbo.

Tian Qingbo never wanted to admit either of these two possibilities.

His face became extremely ugly, and his eyes were full of complex emotions of embarrassment and anger.

Shen Lang, who had already accepted the inheritance but was still meditating with his eyes closed, was trying hard to hold back the smile that was about to be suppressed at the corner of his mouth, for fear that others would notice something strange.

His shoulders trembled slightly, and his chest rose and fell slightly because he was trying to hold back his smile.

He really didn't expect that Murong Jian always looked silent, taciturn, and not good at speaking.

But at this moment, when he started to confront people, every word was really sharp, every move was fatal, and every word was bloody.

Since Murong Jian had spared no effort to pave the way for him, Shen Lang simply made up his mind and went with the flow, preparing to play tricks again.

The mysterious soul attack technique he had learned at the Dandao Stele came in handy again at this critical moment.

In terms of the strength of mental power, even if all the people present were gathered together, they would probably not be Shen Lang's opponent.

Therefore, Shen Lang launched an unexpected sneak attack on the sea of ​​consciousness of all the disciples of the Tiandao League without any scruples and recklessness.

Shen Lang used his superb skills to cleverly divide his powerful mental power into many parts, like a dense storm, or like a sharp arrow flying all over the sky, piercing the souls of these people quickly and accurately with lightning speed.

The next second, the disciples of the Tiandao League screamed in pain almost at the same time.

"Ah, my head!"

A disciple held his head tightly with both hands, his facial features twisted together in extreme pain, and his voice was shrill and sharp.

"What's going on? Why does my head suddenly hurt so much?"

Another disciple widened his eyes, his face full of fear and confusion, his body trembling constantly, as if he was enduring great torture.

"Who is it? Get out, if you have the guts, fight openly, don't hide behind like a rat that can't see the light!"

They roared angrily, the veins on their necks bulged, their eyes were full of anger and hatred for the unknown attackers.

Among so many people present, only the disciples of the Tiandao League covered their heads and wailed in pain.

The miserable cries came one after another, making people shudder.

Seeing this scene, the disciples of other sects immediately became terrified.

"What's going on? Did some senior and powerful person secretly take action?" A disciple's face was pale, his voice trembled, and his eyes looked around in panic, trying to find possible clues.

"Why are the people of Tiandao League having a headache? Could it be that they have used some unknown secret method to secretly establish a connection with the stone tablet? They are actually quietly accepting the inheritance now, but they are afraid that we will notice and stop them, so they deliberately make this painful expression to confuse us?"

A guy who thinks he is smart has a brain hole and raised a bold suspicion, claiming that these people of Tiandao League are directing and acting themselves.

The key is that his statement has been echoed and recognized by many people.

"Yes, they must be acting. These stone tablets were originally left by the ancestors of Tiandao League. The internal information they know must be much more detailed than us!"

A disciple nodded vigorously, his face full of indignation, as if he had already determined that this was the fact.

"That's right, Tiandao League has always acted secretly. Maybe this time they deliberately pretended to be like this so that we can relax our vigilance and they can secretly obtain the inheritance behind our backs."

Another disciple also echoed, with suspicion and jealousy in his eyes.

As a result, everyone's attention was unconsciously diverted, no longer focused on Shen Lang, but directed at these disciples of the Tiandao League.