Lin Heng and Chen Changqin had yet to make a move. Both stared blankly at Bai Yi beside them.
Bai Yi threw his head back and laughed, his face full of smug pride. "Didn't expect that, did you? I, Bai Yi, am no pushover either!"
"I originally wanted to get along with you all as an ordinary cultivator, but all I got in return was contempt. Now I'm done pretending... I, Bai Yi, disciple of the First Immortal of the Chess Dao, son of Wuji True Yang Venerable!"
Wuji True Yang Venerable, who had perfected the True Yang Immortal Body, had once been an existence who alone pressed the Lord of Ultimate Bliss from the Underworld into a beating.
The power of True Yang was an absolute counter to the yin souls who had passed on in the Underworld.
And his chessboard had been forged for him by his father. Its weight spoke for itself.
His cultivation realm was not high, and his strength could not compare to Lin Heng and the others.
But when it came to magic treasures, he really had no fear, especially in an environment like the Underworld.
Su Xuan struggled to his feet and pried the chess piece off his face. Even so, it left a pit on that handsome face of his that was hard to disperse.
He never would have imagined that a few chess pieces could possess such terrifying destructive force.
"True Yang Venerable? He... didn't he fall? You're his son?"
"Old thing, we're all people from the Fourth Epoch. If we can appear at this point in time, do you think we'd be mediocre?"
"Without some great background, do you think just anyone can become a person of destiny?"
Bai Yi raised the chessboard. He had already felt out the rough