The Purple-Robed Youth raised an eyebrow slightly, a playful curve appearing at the corner of his mouth as he reached out to catch it.
Bang!
He caught the chess piece that had previously suppressed every Grandmaster present.
He casually closed his hand around that dazzling radiance stretching ten thousand feet, as though extinguishing the sun!
Everyone's expression changed at once. Just then, a series of explosions suddenly erupted inside the Purple-Robed Youth's palm, like a thunderclap detonating. A little grayish-white smoke drifted through his fingers, resembling powdered stone.
The Purple-Robed Youth's calm, smiling expression stiffened slightly. He opened his fingers, revealing a bloody, mangled palm, as though countless blades had sliced it apart.
He had been injured!
The Grandmasters all froze. They had all clashed with Li Hao's chess pieces and knew how terrifying the Martial Dao essence within them was. The instant they saw this Great Demon casually crush one, their hearts had leaped into their throats. Yet even this Great Demon of the Three Immortalities Realm had been wounded?
Seeing his young master injured, the Gray-Shirt Old Man behind the Purple-Robed Youth turned cold-faced and slowly took a step forward.
The world seemed to darken, as though a mass of black clouds were rolling in.
Everyone present felt their heartbeat falter, finding it difficult to breathe.
But the Purple-Robed Youth raised a hand to stop the old man. He lightly rubbed the remaining powder between his fingers twice, while the wound in his palm healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He looked up at the composed youth among the banquet seats, a smile appearing in eyes like violet stars in the night:
"Interesting."
"You're the Ten Thousand Mountains Little Demon King!"
A horrified voice rang out then. It belonged to Heaven's Mystery Mountain Man.
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