Chapter 452: The Three Defensive Forms! The Final Self-Detonation!

“Boom—”

The mudslide instantly buried this land, nearly submerging the area beneath the Great Sword Demon’s feet.

The crimson-gold sword fluid seeping from the crystal clusters was completely cut off by the mudslide.

“Splash splash splash…”

Lin Mo could feel the crimson-gold sword fluid churning beneath the mudslide, trying to break through the earth’s seal.

He raised one hand and pressed it down slightly, his voice ringing clear:

“Burn!”

At this moment, in Bai Guang’s dantian, the Tongxuan Primordial Source had saturated his entire body, his head moving directly toward his torso.

Game mechanics cannot be arbitrarily changed; only paths can express multiple possibilities—that is pseudo-randomness.

Director Li wanted to know the general bidding directions of these two companies; although he couldn’t extract their core secrets, Fu Mingyuan and the others had given Director Li face, revealing at least a little.

For the first time in front of others, he cried. Perhaps from anxiety, helplessness, despair—but mostly from regret.

Last year, DT and SWB began preparing a month in advance for their challenge match; everyone was tense on the day of the match as if facing death, because the outcome of this match could roughly indicate whether they had any hope of winning this year’s World Championship.

Chen Dong wasn’t familiar with the Weishui region, so before setting out, he specifically asked Lin Peng about the location of the Zhuge family.

Fu Mingyuan’s face stiffened; he half-resisted, half-acquiesced as Su Tian’s force pulled him upright, watching helplessly as Su Tian pulled out a willow branch from nowhere.

The car had barely stopped when the gatekeeper hadn’t yet approached—already, their master had stepped out, cradling a man covered head to toe in filth.

With Wang Ningbo joining his drama, what was there to worry about ratings? It was guaranteed to be number one—no promotion needed, box office would exceed a hundred million.

Palace politics of favoritism and cruelty were nothing new to Ning Yuqing, yet he never imagined such a thing would happen to him—his personal maid had begged for a long time just to receive a few chunks of ice.

To find a new path, they ultimately chose an entirely new method: further refining their understanding of luck and fate.

When all the hazy figures vanished, and he turned his head again, the nine enemy silhouettes grew sharply clear.

At his current height of one meter sixty-five, if he encountered a wild wolf or a criminal, death was virtually certain.

Although he had once used viper honey to threaten Viper Poison into coming, that was only to ensure a fair fight—both sides fought, no running, no fleeing.

Yin Lan saw the water boil, tossed the soft cloth in to scald it, then calmly fished it out right before Que Ling and the others, slowly and deliberately wringing out the scalding cloth.

Li Dao’s gaze was cold, silent, standing motionless in place, quietly watching the group twenty to thirty meters away.

But You Yuan and You Xing inherently despised the Ice Jiao clan for failing to guard the Ice Sea, allowing the Blizzard Beasts to attack and drive them away, showing not the slightest respect to Lan Nie.

The man didn’t know why he had appeared here, but unable to escape this bizarre situation, he was frustrated and helpless.

Because there was so much loot—beyond gold and silver treasures, there were all manner of rare and precious artifacts, even expensive timber had been transported back.

“Enough! Jiang Rou… don’t go too far.” Xing Haodong stepped without hesitation between her and Jiang Mingxin.

Move all the tables, chairs, and benches outside the tent, bring out the prepared meals, and Guo Xian’an told the children to call the villagers still helping with work to come eat.

On the other side, in a dark hall, a figure sat high upon a gilded dragon throne, shadows concealing most of his face.

No one knew when the village chief had begun addressing Yi Ning with honorifics—perhaps he himself didn’t even realize it.

After all, she hadn’t just sent Li Ziqing and the Imperial Guards—she had gone to the Forbidden Zone herself; if the Master did not wish to be found, no one in the world could achieve it.