Chapter 5676: Only Acknowledges This Baby
Before anyone could react, the thin, glass-like long sword swiftly spun around and, with a whoosh, flew back into Little Mo Bao's hand.
Little Mo Bao held it, glanced at the people around him, and grinned.
He then, holding the sword that was almost as tall as he was, pattered all the way to the Western Overlord, looked up innocently, and asked, "Uncle, do you want to try too?"
The Western Overlord's face was incredibly grim, and for a long moment, he couldn't utter a single word.
This child is deliberately trying to humiliate me!
Otherwise, why would he specifically run up to me and say such a thing?
If the Western Overlord were to repeatedly shake his head in front of everyone, wouldn't he be slapping his own face?
After all, he was the first to jump out and question it, even planning to "try" this Blood Sword and claim it for himself.
Although the child's father and his companions were formidable, the Western Overlord thought, if I get this sword, perhaps my cultivation could greatly increase?
But now, witnessing a fool just moments ago having his throat slit by the Blood Sword right in front of him, how could the Western Overlord be so foolish as to try this demonic Blood Sword again?
He certainly didn't think he had many lives to spare to keep playing.
The Western Overlord deliberated repeatedly, then, with a dark, sullen face, stiffly replied, "No need!"
Little Mo Bao pouted, trotted back with the sword, and threw himself into his mother's arms, tugging at Qiaomu while whining, "That uncle broke his word. He said he wanted to try the sword earlier. Now that I offered it to him, he doesn't want it. Little Tuanzi hates him."
Qiaomu held back a smile and nodded. "Mommy hates this person too."
Mother and son exchanged a look.
Qiaomu held her son's hand and whispered to him, "Forget it, don't stoop to an old man's level. Look at him, he's so old, yet his understanding is so shallow. Just treat it as respecting your elders and let him off."
Little Mo Bao nodded his little head vigorously.
Suddenly, a mechanized broadcast voice echoed through the air.
"Divine Palace closing time: 23 hours remaining."
"Now announcing the latest round of the Luck Ranking List."
"First place, Mo Xiao. Second place, He Weiping. Third place, Zhang Jing. Fourth place, Eastern Overlord. ..."
It continued until the eight hundred and eighth name, when the Western Overlord's name was broadcast by the mechanized voice: "Seven hundred and seventy-ninth place, Western Overlord. Last place, with a score of negative two hundred!"
Everyone: ...
The Southern Overlord burst into laughter, almost falling over.
"Oh, I say, Old Western, how are you last again?"
The Divine Palace's latest Luck Ranking score excluded those who had already perished.
Thus, out of the initial eight hundred and eight participants, only seven hundred and seventy-nine remained.
But no matter how the rankings shifted, the Western Overlord consistently remained in last place.
The Western Overlord's face was completely black, like charcoal.
He couldn't help but roar, "Why?"
Is this Heavenly Dao sick?!
He hadn't acquired anything since stepping into this Divine Palace, so he couldn't have accidentally ingested any strange herbs that would cause him to lose points.
During the previous trial, his unfortunate plummet to last place was due to him mistakenly consuming a poisonous herb, thinking it was an immortal one, which led to a rapid decline in his cultivation.
But this time, he hadn't done anything like that.
After that last experience, he had been exceedingly cautious since entering the Divine Palace.