Nine Tails Heavenly Fox

A bolt of heavenly lightning streaked across the sky, and another bolt exploded in everyone's minds. They all looked as though they had been struck dumb by the lightning in their own heads.

The number-one Chess Saint of the Wind Tomb Territory, the Ghoul Chess Saint, had been forced to vomit blood by a single game of chess?

Just like Sima Zongheng back then, he had ultimately been forced to vomit blood by one game? Could anyone still play chess with him?

"Second Uncle, this... this wasn't the same as what happened to you that day?" Sima Qianjun asked Sima Zongheng.

Sima Zongheng stood there with his mouth agape in astonishment. For one instant, he felt as though his heart had calmed considerably, but in the next, his chest seemed even more stifled.

"Little Prince, what do you make of this?" Mr. Li asked, arching a brow.

"The Great Zheng Sacred King cultivates the chess path, doesn't he?" Sima Qing asked strangely.

"What exactly happened to Su A Fo?" Nine Tails Princess asked Su A Fo.

"I-I'm not sure. The Ghoul Chess Saint vomited blood. It seems... it seems Zhong Shan won?" Su A Fo stammered.

"Uh, even random moves can win? All those people who played earlier—did they toss their chess skills into a dog's belly?" Nine Tails Princess said with utter disdain.

Su A Fo nodded in agreement.

If the other chess players heard that, wouldn't they be so angry they vomited blood?

On the terrace, Zhong Shan looked at the Ghoul Chess Saint. After vomiting a mouthful of essence blood, the Ghoul Chess Saint not only failed to become as dejected as Sima Zongheng had been that day, but his complexion even seemed to improve.

His white hair and beard strangely began to change color, gradually turning