Chapter 5689: Lord of the Sacred Domain, Part 1
A poisonous glint shot from the Eastern Overlord's eyes as he lunged fiercely at the Southern Overlord.
Would he give them a chance to call for help?
Don't be ridiculous!
All these people deserved to die; they should all pay with their lives for his beloved wife!
Didn't they love to fight and snatch? Didn't they like to seize treasures by force?
Then let them accompany his poor beloved wife, staying forever in this Divine Palace, "ah hahahahaha!"
The Eastern Overlord laughed maniacally, pressing down firmly on the Southern Overlord and Western Overlord. His suddenly expanded body made the two open their eyes in terror, trembling all over.
This Eastern Overlord, this madman, was actually going to self-destruct in such a confined space?!
Oh, why!
"Boom!"
The shockwave from the explosion was so immense that it sent all nearby cultivators flying.
The little poker-faced girl instinctively leaped onto her husband.
Mo Lian, even more mercilessly, threw his son away, quickly reaching out to embrace her.
The bewildered Little Mo Bao was accurately thrown by his father to Peach Blossom God Venerable.
The latter looked speechless, as if he had caught a hot potato, and looked down at the child, their eyes meeting in a wide-eyed stare.
The little one suddenly felt a sense of grievance, as if in the face of great disaster, his father only thought of his mother and completely disregarded him.
His small mouth opened, and he felt a pitiful urge to cry.
Peach Blossom God Venerable was both amused and exasperated. He patted the little glutinous rice ball gently and then yelled at Mo Lian, "Are you sick?!"
Adult Qiaoqiao punched him. "Why did you throw our son?"
Mo Lian was a bit embarrassed.
Wasn't it just a reflex? Seeing his wife jump over, he instinctively reached out to hug her. Anything else could be thrown...
The little one whimpered, pitifully burying himself in Peach Blossom's embrace, turning his back to his father.
Adult Qiaoqiao was also a bit embarrassed.
This was a habit she had developed since childhood, cultivated by that scoundrel Mo Lian. Whenever she heard an earth-shattering sound, she would inexplicably want to jump into Mo Lian's arms to hide.
Peach Blossom God Venerable found the two of them annoying. He patted Little Mo Bao and gently soothed him, "Little Tuanzi, don't be angry, don't be angry. We won't play with your Daddy and Mommy anymore."
After the waves of airflow turbulence passed, Qiaomu coughed a few times, vigorously waving away the dust in front of her.
The sand and gravel that had piled up from all directions had already buried them above their knees.
Everyone then floated up one after another, clearing the floating sand in front of them to look around.
They saw numerous cultivators from the Sacred Domain lying half-dead, scattered around. They had probably been affected by the self-explosion, and some had already fainted.
The spreading floating sand quickly covered them with a thin layer.
If this continued, they would definitely be buried alive.
"Save them," Adult Qiaoqiao commanded, and Feng Changqing and the others moved in unison.
In groups of two or three, they lifted out the people buried in the sand and gathered them to one side.
Qiaomu stepped forward and took out a bottle of liquid medicine, dripping one or two drops into the nostrils of each person.
Soon, the Sacred Domain cultivators woke up one after another, expressing their thanks repeatedly.
This trial in the Divine Palace was truly too difficult.
Many people not only gained nothing but also nearly lost their lives.
The Eastern Overlord self-destructed, dragging the Southern Overlord and Western Overlord down with him as sacrifices. The bodies of the three were now completely buried under the sand.
Although the Northern Overlord was also relatively close, he was fortunately not crushed by the Eastern Overlord.
Thus, he narrowly escaped with his life, but his left arm was crippled.