Chess Piece
Whitewater Mountain.
Hundreds of thousands of troops sprawled outward, forming different battlefields.
Below, mortals schemed and clashed—but high in the heavens, streams of light in every color frequently rose, marking the battlefield of countless cultivators.
Fire blazed into the sky as streaks of flaming swordlight descended, slaughtering the Qi Ingestion cultivators.
Engulfed by blazing flames, those Qi Ingestion cultivators transformed into all manner of mixed Fire Virtue spirit creatures, raining down like a storm.
The younger generation of Southern Wu cultivators who had once made their names at the Qiantang Sword Gathering had long since grown into the backbone of the Dao Foundation realm, dominating the course of battle.
"Situ Clan's Blazing Prairie Sword—its reputation is indeed well deserved."
Situ Lie was in the thick of slaughter when a faint voice suddenly sounded by his ear.
His expression changed. His Dao Foundation Flame-Swallowing Bridge instantly became an illusory bridge beneath his feet. Flames wound around his body, and his escape technique was astonishingly swift.
At some unknown moment, the surrounding area had filled with the image of flames burning upon treetops and branches.
"Tail Fire Dao Foundation—barely passable."
A cultivator in crimson robes emerged. His beard and hair were tied with red, his face was handsome as carved jade, and an unruly smile played at the corner of his lips.
The aura of his cultivation had astonishingly reached Perfected Dao Foundation!
"Wings Fire cultivator—Spiritfire Child?"
Situ Lie's face changed, but the longsword in his hand suddenly howled. With one slash, it stirred wind, fire, and thunder, transforming into swordlight that filled the sky.
"Sword-Moving Thunderclap, Swordlight Division—being able to attain these major realms as a Dao Foundation sword cultivator is not bad."
Spiritfire Child reached out with one hand. The five fingers of his right hand moved with