"At this moment, He will emerge again."
Dao Peipei pinched beyond the scene, and the Cursed Yin chess piece, earlier sent flying off somewhere unknown, appeared with its big eye.
As He entered the scene, purple light shot from His eyes, simultaneously locking onto the Demon Ancestor's body, spirit and will, Medicine Ghost Hua Bei, and several moves ahead on the chessboard.
With this line set, two chess games crisscrossed, dazzling to the eye:
"Cursed Yin enters the game, scheming for a snipe and clam battle where the fisherman profits."
"Regardless of whether the Demon Ancestor wins or Medicine Ghost Hua Bei wins, He will forcibly intervene, using all His wiles, just seeking to verify His path."
"This is a battle for robbing the path; the game at this point is all an open scenario."
Open scenario...
You call this an open scenario?
Xu Xiaoshou thought his mind was sharp, but after seeing and hearing all this, even his brain was starting to feel scorched.
"Sword Tower!"
