Mysterious Nine Tails

"That pervert Sima Qing put down twenty stones? Why doesn't Heaven strike him dead with a bolt of lightning!" Su A Fo said, his face twisted with envy.

Su A Fo was not the only one envious. Many of the chess masters around the perimeter wore jealous expressions as well. After all, even the Sacred King's close aide, Mr. Li, the Supreme Beginning's foremost strategist, had placed only fifteen stones, while Sima Qing had reached twenty. How high must his realm be?

Whether they had participated in the chess game or merely watched it, everyone knew one thing: once a Soul Chess Duel began, one's mind was invested in the chessboard. Every move consumed endless thought. Facing this heavenly calamity, advancing even a single step was extremely difficult.

Though Sima Qing had lost, he had lost gloriously. The earlier celestial phenomenon was the best proof. It had not been formed by magical power, but had been caused entirely by a single chess game. That game had already moved the Heavenly Dao.

"Zhong Shan, you must defeat the Ghoul Chess Saint." The Nine Tails Princess spoke to Zhong Shan.

Su A Fo was speechless. What was the Nine Tails Princess thinking? She still expected someone to defeat the Ghoul Chess Saint? He was the number-one chess saint in the Wind Tomb Territory. How could he possibly be defeated?

In the distance, the Ghoul Chess Saint no longer looked at the chess players atop the mountain. Instead, he suddenly raised his head and said indifferently, "Purple Firmament Sect Master, your honored presence is a great honor for Ghoul. However, for a dignified sect master to hide in the shadows—are you not afraid of damaging your reputation?"

At the Ghoul Chess Saint's words, nearly everyone was startled.

The Purple Firmament Sect Master? The