The moment the word "kill" was spoken, heaven and earth changed color, and the blood sea surged wildly!
Ling Shuang thrust out his sword, sending three clumps of demonic cloud flying. Then, Taicang Sword Intent, crashing like mountain cries and tsunami roars, surged forth to kill.
Mo Yunzhou brought two fingers together and pointed downward. Beneath his feet in the void, a vast chessboard manifested. He then placed another piece upon the board, and two more clumps of demonic cloud were forcibly drawn into it.
This was a move he had never revealed before others. The two demonic cultivators suddenly dragged onto the board were greatly alarmed.
They had not sensed anything unusual at all just now and had no idea how they had suddenly fallen victim to it.
The two hurriedly took out the jar of silver chess pieces they had prepared from within the demonic clouds and scattered them across the four directions of the board.
This item had been specifically made to counter Mo Yunzhou's chess arts. In their previous battle, the two had used it against him, disrupting his Hidden Dragon Chess Game and greatly weakening the might of his Daoist arts.
Yet after they scattered the silver chess pieces this time, the board showed no sign of shaking. It remained as steady as Mount Tai.
The two were uncertain and suspicious. Thinking they had not scattered enough pieces, they reached into the chess jar again, grabbed more silver pieces, and scattered them in every direction.
"The cultivation of the chess Dao values propriety, gains and losses, and exchange. I have never liked killing games. My Hidden Dragon Evil-Severing Game has never been known for its killing power either; it always leaves behind a thread of life. As the saying goes, 'Leave others a line, and