The Chess Piece

White Water Mountain.

Several hundred thousand troops spread out, forming different battlefields.

Below, mortals clashed through strategy and conflict—yet above the heavens, multicolored radiances frequently soared into the sky, marking the battlefield of the cultivators.

Flames shot skyward as streaks of fiery sword light descended, slaughtering cultivators who had taken in qi.

Consumed by the blazing fire, these qi-taking cultivators transformed into all manner of fire-aspected mixed spirit creatures, scattering down like rain.

The younger generation of Southern Wu cultivators who had once made their names at the Qiantang Sword Meet had long since grown into the backbone of the Dao Foundation realm, dominating the course of the battlefield.

"The Situ family's Blazing Prairie Sword truly lives up to its reputation."

Situ Lie was killing to his heart's content when a calm voice suddenly sounded by his ear.

His expression shifted. His Dao Foundation, Flame-Swallowing Bridge, instantly transformed into an illusory bridge beneath his feet. Flames coiled around him as he halted atop it, his escape technique astonishingly swift.

At some point, an image of blazing flames wreathed around treetops and branches had appeared all around him.

"A Tail Fire Dao Foundation—barely passable."

A cultivator in crimson robes emerged. His beard and hair were tied with red cords, his face as fair as polished jade, and a trace of a cynical smile rested on his lips.

His mana aura had shockingly reached the perfection of the Dao Foundation realm!

"A Wing Fire cultivator—Spirit Fire Adept?"

Situ Lie's face changed, but the longsword in his hand suddenly howled. With a single strike, it stirred wind, fire, and thunder, transforming into sword light that filled the sky.

"Sword Moves Like Thunder, Sword Light Differentiation—achieving these realms as a Dao Foundation sword cultivator is fairly impressive."

Spirit Fire Adept reached out with one