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370: Unpredictable

Seeing the fleeting change in Eunuch Wang's expression, Chu Mo knew he had guessed correctly.

The Great Yan Immortal Dynasty has no Immortal King presiding over it!

Since there is no Immortal King presiding, then the Crossing Talisman cannot be intercepted!

"Do you know? A few days ago, my Old Ancestor caught a Dragon with an impressive Bloodline out there!"

"And that Dragon was disobedient!"

"So! He was slaughtered by me, and the bead in your hand was refined by me using his Dragon Pearl!"

"Now, if my Old Ancestor finds out that the item he gave me was stolen by your Great Yan Immortal Dynasty, I wonder if your Great Yan Immortal Dynasty can withstand the wrath of my Old Ancestor?!"

As he spoke, Chu Mo gently waved his right hand.

The Dragon Pearl, held in Eunuch Wang's hand, suddenly lit up, and then vanished from his grasp.

When he looked up again, it had reappeared in Chu Mo's hand.

At that moment, he felt the fluctuation of space, a spatial power that he could not intercept.

No, not just him; even the Emperor of Great Yan, a Golden Immortal, would probably be unable to intercept this 'Dragon Pearl'.

A method that even a Golden Immortal cannot intercept could only be... an Immortal King of the Taiyi Realm!

Boom!

Thud!

First, a loud bang, then a crisp sound; Eunuch Wang actually blasted open the Formation himself and came before Chu Mo in a sliding kneel.

"I have angered Your Excellency, and I deserve to die ten thousand times over. If Your Excellency is angry, then direct it all at me. Whether you want to kill or dismember me, I will accept it willingly. I only hope that killing me will appease Your Excellency's anger and prevent you from acting against the Great Yan! If, after killing me, Your Excellency is still not appeased, these Yan Ling Guards can also be tortured and killed by Your Excellency, as long as it quells Your Excellency's rage!"

After he finished speaking, Eunuch Wang kowtowed repeatedly on the ground.

And those Yan Ling Guards who had been blasted away were dumbfounded.

No, Eunuch Wang, what the f*** are you doing?

Although these blasted-away Yan Ling Guards hated Eunuch Wang intensely, what he said was very true.

The numerous Yan Ling Guards stood up and kowtowed to Chu Mo.

"Your Excellency, whether you want to kill or dismember us, we will accept it willingly! We only ask that Your Excellency spare the Great Yan!!"

In just a few sentences, the tables had turned.

Zhuge Rizhao, standing by, was dumbfounded.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "Master is truly Master. He doesn't need to lift a finger to make them kowtow and beg for mercy. It's just... isn't Master himself an Immortal King? Why does he still invoke the name of his Old Ancestor?"

The current situation, while unexpected by Chu Mo, was also within reason.

The Crossing Talisman might seem a bit 'low' in front of an Immortal King.

But here, there was no Immortal King!

So, he could do whatever he wanted, controlling everything with ease.

However, for now, he couldn't relax his guard.

After all, putting on a flawless act of a spoiled rich kid was a huge challenge for him.

"This young master originally intended to play around in your Great Yan as an ordinary person, but alas! My enjoyment is gone, and when my enjoyment is gone, I become very unhappy!

But Heaven has the virtue of cherishing life!

I am someone who, in my leisure time, still enjoys reading Buddhist scriptures to cultivate my temperament!

So, I won't kill you! But you must find some fun for me."

There's... there's such a good thing?

Thank the Buddhist scriptures of the Buddhist Realm!

Light instantly appeared in everyone's eyes.

If they could live, who would choose to die?

However, Chu Mo's next words made every one of them feel a chill run down their spines, trembling uncontrollably.

"In the next game, you need to show the ruthlessness you would use against a mortal enemy, stabbing each other, but not killing each other with one stab. You need to stab three thousand times before it can end.

During this time, if anyone cheats midway, trying to muddle through, their entire nine clans will be annihilated! Of course, if anyone dies midway, then the nine clans of both people involved in the stabbing will also be annihilated!"

"Now, let the game begin!"

Chu Mo's voice was like a death knell, urging them on.

"Hurry up! My interest doesn't last long. If I don't see a good show, I'll truly be unhappy, and then I'll have your Great Yan removed from the Misty Immortal Domain!"

All the Yan Ling Guards, including Eunuch Wang, had extremely grim expressions.

This game was more unbearable than being directly told to die.

Soon, a bloody feast unfolded.

"Master! Will what we're doing be... inhumane?!" Zhuge Rizhao carefully looked at Chu Mo, afraid that the other party would throw him in too, to join this bloody game.

With the ferocity of this life-and-death struggle, he'd be gone after the first stab!

Chu Mo did not explain; he merely gave Zhuge Rizhao a cold and emotionless face.

In this game, he had actually left a way out for these people!

That was, to display the ruthlessness one would use against a mortal enemy, referring to the attitude, not the method.

If each stab landed in a non-vital spot, three thousand consecutive stabs might not necessarily kill this group of people.

Chu Mo leaned quietly in his chair, watching these people who had already found a way to survive, and couldn't help but sigh, "I actually have a day where I show mercy. Is this normal? No, this is not normal!"

He raised his hand and pressed it over his heart.

"To strengthen the Luck of the Human Race, the necessary wielding of the butcher's knife is essential, isn't it?"

He was not invincible; he also had periods of weakness.

And this weakness was relative.

When he transformed from weak to strong, the necessary wielding of the butcher's knife was essential.

"Xuan Ling, ah, Xuan Ling! What you said indeed makes a lot of sense; any gift might have a hidden agenda! You... perhaps saw this long ago! But sometimes, not killing can exchange for bargaining chips and allow one to withdraw from the gambling table in time before losing..."

Some time later, in the ruins, the Yan Ling Guards, gasping for breath and clutching their wounds, looked at Chu Mo, awaiting his next words.

The torment might not be over.

After all, what these rich scions loved most was to see hope rise, only to then push people back into the abyss of despair.

Therefore, he held no hope for survival.

His only hope was that his death would not implicate his nine clans or the Great Yan Immortal Dynasty.

"I'll give you fifteen minutes to recover from your injuries. After fifteen minutes, you will lead the way; I want to go play in the Imperial Palace!"

As he said these words, Chu Mo was already lying in a rocking chair, slowly rocking, his dark eyes reflecting the endless starry sky above.

Everyone had an incredulous expression.

They... they survived?!

They didn't have to die?!

Chu Mo's series of actions baffled even Eunuch Wang, who had served the Emperor of Great Yan for many years.

It is said that the emperor's heart is the hardest to guess.

But in Eunuch Wang's opinion, the mind of the person before him was the most unfathomable.

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