Chapter 5682: Mutual Destruction, Part 3
These empty wooden boxes actually contained hidden traps!
If it weren't for Madam Mo's timely assistance, they would have suffered a huge loss on the spot.
No one knew how many rigged wooden boxes were suspended overhead, and if they all exploded by accident...
Everyone couldn't help but shiver violently.
"Overlord!" an Eastern Domain cultivator exclaimed, his eyes wide with shock. "Why would you do this?"
At that moment, the previously clean floor also began to emit an eerie red glow, complementing the red light from the roof beams.
The entire main hall fell into a deadly silence. No one spoke for a long time, only staring cautiously at the ground beneath their feet.
Gradually, they could make out the general shape on the floor.
The crimson glow had somehow painted the entire floor of the main hall with an image.
"What's going on? It looks like a dragon!" someone stammered.
Everyone followed the winding body of the giant dragon, watching as the red light illuminated its form inch by inch.
As the red glow moved upwards segment by segment, they could clearly see the dragon's neck being lit, then its head, and finally, the giant dragon's lifeless eyes seemed on the verge of being illuminated by that red pinpoint of light.
At this critical moment, a long sword "whooshed" and plunged into the ground, piercing right into the dragon's eyeball, precisely preventing the red light from illuminating it.
Everyone felt their hearts had almost leaped into their throats a moment ago.
Now, having somewhat composed themselves, they turned to look, and their jaws nearly dropped.
They saw Little Mo Bao open a wooden box, toss it aside, and then cheerfully go to open another one.
That sword just now...
It was clearly the Blood Sword that the child had found in the middle hall earlier.
It was now stuck squarely in the center of the giant dragon's eyeball on the ground.
At such an incredibly tense moment, this child was actually rummaging through a pile of wooden boxes, like he was picking up trash, and he seemed quite pleased with his selection.
The wooden boxes that were originally suspended in mid-air were now stacked on the ground.
This peculiar child sat amidst a pile of high and low wooden boxes, picking one and tossing it, then picking another, his small face tightly drawn, seemingly a little displeased.
An Eastern Domain cultivator, as if possessed, asked, "Did you find anything good?"
"No!" the child said indignantly, tossing out another wooden box. "Mostly empty, they're all fakes."
No gifts in the boxes—that was incredibly unfriendly to this baby!
Every year, when Daddy, Mommy, uncles, aunts, and cousins gave Little Tuanzi birthday gift boxes, there were always surprises; never an empty box!
This is just bizarre. Putting so many empty boxes in this main hall, making it look so magnificent, but really, this Heavenly Dao grandpa must be a pauper, right?
Adult Qiaomu expressionlessly observed her son's small expression, then turned to Mo Lian and said, "This is truly vexing."
Mo Lian: ...
Wife, don't you notice how much he's like you when he's picking treasures?
This vexation is also like you, wife, not like me! Aww~
Qiaomu glanced at her husband, who gave her a bright smile. "Wife, are you tired? Do you want to rest your legs for a bit?"
You're nothing but a complete lickspittle! Everyone wanted to spit at him.
What a time for this!
The entire hall was sealed, and that giant dragon on the ground looked strange and terrifying.