Chapter 5627: Humiliated
"There's actually such a thing as this?" Heavenly Dao actually appearing in person to block the way, preventing the Mo family of three from entering—this was truly unprecedented and unheard of!
The overjoyed Western Dominator, stroking his beard, chuckled, "How about it, little madam, are you convinced now? Hurry down, don't waste everyone's time. Just because you can't do it doesn't mean others can't."
Madam Qiaoqiao immediately retorted, "You're the one who can't do it, your whole family can't."
The Western Dominator: ???
He felt that sentence sounded incredibly jarring.
The Western Dominator couldn't be bothered to continue talking to Qiaomu. He directly faced Heavenly Dao, bowing respectfully. "Lord Heavenly Dao, time is limited. Since we've been teleported here, it means the exploration has begun."
"Now this madam is blocking the path, preventing others from passing, which is wasting everyone's time. I hope Lord Heavenly Dao will handle this quickly."
Heavenly Dao immediately sent a thunderclap at the Western Dominator.
The Western Dominator was nothing like Mo Lian, who frequently endured lightning tribulations and remained unperturbed, having long grown accustomed to being struck. He didn't carry a self-made, lightning-proof frying pan everywhere he went.
This lightning strike stunned the Western Dominator. Just as he tried to dodge, he found his body bound by Heavenly Dao power, completely unable to break free.
The thunderclap, under the watchful eyes of a thousand people, directly struck his head.
The Southern Dominator shrieked "Oh my god!" and glanced over to see the Western Dominator's head blackened.
A bald patch, like a receding hairline, appeared on his scalp, utterly devoid of hair. His face was blackened by the lightning, with only the whites of his eyes visible, constantly twitching and rolling in terror as he looked at the crowd.
Heavenly Dao roared, "Audacious mortal! How dare you command this Lord to act! Whether this Lord chooses to handle it or not, how can you prattle on?"
The Southern Dominator quickly prostrated herself in trepidation, adopting a respectful posture. "Lord Heavenly Dao, please forgive us."
"Lord Heavenly Dao, please forgive us," everyone else quickly followed suit, bowing as well.
Qiaomu expressionlessly swept her gaze across Heavenly Dao. "Stop putting on airs. Let me pass, now."
Heavenly Dao stomped in anger, furiously waving his arms on the steps. "You, you! You troublesome little thing. It's because of your master and grandmaster that I've been so tolerant of you. Don't think I'm afraid of you!"
Little Mo Bao suddenly burst into tears.
The Condensing Light Mirror in his hand trembled, then swiftly leaped up, rubbing against Little Mo Bao's cheek to comfort him.
The cry startled Heavenly Dao, making him tremble violently. His narrowed eyes suddenly widened, and he shrieked furiously, "What do you want?!"
Little Mo Bao, sobbing, pulled out a Saint-grade Golden Charm Summoning Talisman. "You scared this baby and Mommy. I'm going to summon my grandmaster and great-grandmaster to settle accounts with you."
Heavenly Dao stumbled in fright, quickly extending a hand and shouting, "No!"
Little Mo Bao turned, his eyes still watery, and looked at him.
Heavenly Dao quickly said, "Calm, calm down! You calm down! Put down that talisman! This Lord will let you pass!"
Everyone: ???
Were they having vision problems? Heavenly Dao was actually compromising with a four or five-year-old child?
An illusion, it must be an illusion.
"You scared this baby," Little Mo Bao whimpered.
Heavenly Dao's eyebrows twitched, and he put on a benevolent and kind expression.
Heavenly Dao shook his face, trying his best to comfort Little Mo Bao. "Little Tuanzi, Grandpa Heavenly Dao knows you're a good child, a well-behaved child, right?"
Little Mo Bao nodded.
"Put down that Saint-grade Golden Charm Summoning Talisman in your hand!" Heavenly Dao's smile grew even kinder. "Everything can be discussed, ah, everything can be discussed."
"Less talk, just get out of the way," Qiaomu grumbled impatiently.
Heavenly Dao's old face was contorted in bitterness as he looked eagerly at Madam Qiaoqiao. "Qiaoqiao, how about we make a deal? You can all enter, everyone can enter. But... shouldn't we just stick to the basics?"
Madam Qiaoqiao's face remained taut and expressionless as she glanced at him.
"Let's be direct, speak your mind!"
Heavenly Dao fantasized about rushing over right now, stomping on Madam Qiaoqiao and giving her a good beating...
"You little thing, I'm not bothering with you, letting you defy the heavens all this time was enough, damn it. I've turned a blind eye until now, and I still have to continue indulging your son with tears of blood!"
"And you, damn it, want me to speak my mind? Speak your grandmother's ancestors!"
Madam Qiaoqiao, with a flick of her small hand, made a hundred golden Saint-grade Golden Charm Summoning Talismans appear in the void.
Heavenly Dao: ...
Heavenly Dao: @_@
Heavenly Dao: !!￥#@...@#!
"As long as you don't refine the Divine Palace, you can do whatever else you want!" Heavenly Dao stretched out a hand, roaring with heartfelt agony, then waved his large hand, immediately removing the barrier in front of Qiaomu.
Qiaomu snorted, put away a handful of summoning talismans with a flick of her hand, and said huffily, "Wasting my time."
He babbled on for so long; wouldn't it have been better to just let them pass earlier?
"Daddy, Daddy, we can go now, Daddy." Little Tuanzi lay on his father's shoulder, his small fists tugging at a lock of his father's long hair, excitedly directing him. "Go, go, Daddy, go!"
Mo Lian took steps onto the staircase, saying crossly, "Too much talk."
Little Mo Bao puffed out his small cheeks, pouting and falling silent.
"What's wrong?" Mo Lian patted his little body. "I said you talk too much, and now you're unhappy?"
"Little Tuanzi doesn't talk much, it's older brother who talks a lot."
Mo Lian sighed softly, reaching out to stroke his son's small head. "Your brother has his own path to take, shouldn't Little Tuanzi be supportive?"
Little Mo Bao flattened his small lips.
Mo Lian rubbed his son's little head, laughing softly. "Everyone's growth path is different. Once a choice is made, one must stick to it. Little Tuanzi, isn't that right?"
Little Mo Bao nodded his small head vigorously. "Mhm."
The father and son stepped onto the platform and walked to the grand entrance of the Divine Palace.
They saw Madam Qiaoqiao standing before the palace gates, which were as magnificent as mountains and seas, her slender figure like a willow leaf swaying in the wind.
She turned her face, looking at the father and son expressionlessly, and roared, "Why are you so slow! Come over here!"
Mo Lian, carrying his son, quickly ran to his wife, and, before the others could catch up, he quickly bent down and stole a kiss on her small face. "Wifey, did you miss your husband?"
"Mommy missed Little Tuanzi."
Madam Qiaoqiao reached out to stroke her son's head, then stroked her husband's head.
Both father and son: ...
"We'll wait for everyone to arrive before entering together."
Mo Lian held his beloved wife's small hand, holding his son in the other arm, and walked a few steps forward.
They saw a note hanging at the palace entrance: "Hall Gate, thirty-eight thousand eight hundred eighty-eight jin. Combine your strength, strike it open, and you may enter. Otherwise, scram!"