Under the Guardian Corps' undisguised mockery, Loki felt his mind on the verge of breaking.
Anger and fear intertwined, driving Loki to make a clumsy attempt at sowing discord, without even the slightest setup.
The Grandmaster, of course, did not fall for it.
Instead, he set his sights on Su Ming.
Little did he know that this aggressive gaze had successfully provoked the displeasure of this god-tier "tourist."
Su Ming's thoughts immediately wandered:
"Hmm... the whole crew is here this time. No matter how much stuff there is, we can haul it all away.
Could the sightseeing group temporarily moonlight as a moving crew...
That's not impossible!"
Su Ming had already begun planning how to empty out the Grandmaster's entire fortune.
For no other reason than that old bastard daring to look at him like that!
No matter. He would soon learn what—strength in numbers—really meant.
With that thought, Su Ming slowly closed his eyes.
His vast divine consciousness spread out soundlessly like an enormous invisible net.
In an instant.
The massive, chaotic Sakaar.
Its surface structure, energy flows, life signatures, even the secrets hidden in its deepest depths...
Everything.
All of it.
Appeared in his mind with incomparable clarity.
As clear as the lines on his palm.
He easily bypassed the disorderly mental and energy interference.
His divine consciousness became the most precise probe.
It directly locked onto the deepest area beneath the arena,
A core zone protected by layers upon layers of energy barriers and physical mechanisms.
—The Grandmaster's private treasury!
"Oh?"
Su Ming's divine consciousness swept past the mountains of universal currency and ordinary energy crystals.
It finally stopped on several items radiating unique law fluctuations and ancient auras.
A cloak that seemed capable of twisting space;
An unfinished battle-axe containing violent lightning and fire;
And several