Sima Tang gritted his teeth and forced himself up from the mountain-like body.
He felt surging blazing flames and bone-chilling cold alternating through his body... The situation was far from pleasant.
Yet compared to the pain of his injuries, what he found even harder to accept was everything happening before his eyes.
It had clearly gone according to his plan.
With the profound foundation of an Eight-Piece Chessmaster Realm cultivator, he had taken the opponent's strike head-on.
Then, borrowing the full counterattack of his eight-piece aura, it should have been enough to leave that girl, who possessed merely two-piece cultivation, gravely wounded and at death's door.
But now...
The situation seemed to have completely reversed.
He had entered the Wusang Sect in childhood and cultivated who knew how many secret manuals throughout his life. His eye for discernment was naturally razor-sharp.
He could clearly sense that the gap between himself and his opponent lay in far more than merely that Immortal-Grade Dao Chess piece.
No matter how tyrannical an Immortal-Grade Dao Chess piece was, it could only suppress Dao Chess.
It absolutely could not erase the distance of six whole minor realms.
But... where exactly was the difference?
Before he could figure it out.
In a daze.
A white afterimage that came hurtling toward him appeared in his pupils once more.
Forget it.
What use was there in thinking so much?
Between life and death, there was no room for the slightest hesitation.
Sima Tang suddenly bit through his tongue, using the sharp pain to forcibly scatter the distracting thoughts in his mind.
When he looked up again.
Unconcealed viciousness returned to his eyes.
He had come this far.
He had risen above the rest in the slaughter-heavy Wusang Sect and cultivated to the point of being honored as a