Yue Yang, in the middle of the game, had remained silent and deep in thought.
Unable to make his move.
The middle-aged scholar waited quietly, showing immense patience. He had no reason to feel irritated over a game whose outcome was destined to end in his victory. Only those about to lose would be blazing with rage, unable to sit still, finding everything displeasing—just like Yue Yang right now. He slammed down a chess piece and cursed loudly, "What kind of shitty chess pieces are these? They feel awful to the touch. Couldn't you use slightly better jade to make them? With such lousy pieces, even holding them gives me no inspiration at all!"
Everyone knew that playing chess had nothing to do with the chess pieces themselves. Their material had absolutely nothing to do with the outcome.
The people who thought it did belonged to one kind.
Those about to lose!
Yue Yang certainly looked like one of them... Watching him, the middle-aged scholar put himself in the Yue Family Third Young Master's shoes. If he suddenly had to face so many superpowerhouses—Divine Temple Supreme Tian Yu, Peerless Emperor Jueshi, the Demon Emperor, the Gold Emperor, and the Immovable Supreme—his head would swell like a bucket and split with pain as well. Never mind those few at the forefront; even the five giants of the Eastern, Western, and Southern Heaven Realms ranked below them were absolutely not people to be trifled with.
Back then, the Prison Emperor had sacrificed himself to seal the three giants of the Western Heaven Realm.
Now, Yue Yang not only had to face five Heaven Realm giants at once, but also five peak powerhouses even stronger than them: Tian Yu, Jueshi, the Demon Emperor, the Gold Emperor, and the Immovable Supreme. Those ten people