Chapter 1148: Chapter 1148

The crowd was shocked. Even Immortal Kings couldn't casually lift a mountain several hundred meters tall and turn it into a chess piece.

This was definitely the power of a First Rate Sect Leader!

At that moment, a cultivator finally identified Fang Chen's background and exchanged dumbfounded looks with the others. "Fang Chen... is the Void Immortal Sword Sect's Sword Leader? I heard he was only at the Soul Splitting Realm stage...."

The Sword Leader of the Void Immortal Sword Sect certainly carried weight in the Central Continent Empire, but it was merely just that. It wasn't something that the elites present had to care about. Only juniors needed to tread carefully around the sword leader.

Yet now, this junior was not only speaking face-to-face with a First Rate Sect Leader, but was also invited to a game of chess by him?

"Just now, someone said Fang Chen killed a second-transformation sword cultivator in the Immortal Demonic Sea. By 'second transformation,' did he mean as in... a second-transformation Loose Immortal?"

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Some looked relieved, hope flickering on their faces. If Fang Chen could truly match this man across the chessboard, perhaps they wouldn't have to die here today.

"What? You don't know how to play chess? Or is it that you can't mold mountains into pieces?" Li Wuwang laughed. "That old bastard liked chess so much. If he truly wanted to take you as a personal disciple, he'd have passed that skill on."

Fang Chen nodded and stepped forward to the chessboard. "I haven't played much, but I can give it a try."

He reached out and casually grasped into the distance. An entire mountain range uprooted and shrank into a millstone-sized chess piece in his hand, which he then placed casually on the board.

Li Wuwang's eyes flickered, and the smile on his face deepened as he reached toward another mountain.

The cultivators nearby scrambled to flee, terrified they'd be flattened into paste inside a chess piece.

The million-strong demon army of Tianyao collectively gasped at the sight. They hadn't expected that the human side would also have such a formidable figure among their ranks.

This man was clearly a First Rate Sect Leader as well!

As shocked as the human cultivators were, they were also confused. Although they had had their suspicions, witnessing Fang Chen wielding First Rate Sect Leader-level power firsthand was still hard to believe. Most of the human cultivators present were elite figures from the Northern Continent. Some old, some young, and many were budding cultivators. A few even hailed from the Southern, Western, and Eastern Continents.

A Golden Core Realm cultivator stared blankly at the person beside him. "Is that... really Fang Chen!? I remember, he and I entered the Ancient Immortal Road the same year!"

The other man nodded. "It's definitely him. I wouldn't mistake it. That year, you and I both entered the Ancient Immortal Road. I barely made it to Nascent Soul Realm and thought I'd pulled ahead, but he..."

The man stopped mid-sentence, but the nearby young cultivators all understood what he meant without needing it said aloud.

An Enlightenment Realm cultivator suddenly spoke up. "You all weren't at the Immortal Dynasty Manor. I happened to be there that year and had the honor of getting slapped by him."

Nearby juniors, male and female alike, were stunned. That Enlightenment Realm cultivator was a well-known prodigy of the Northern Continent. Yet now he said he felt honored to have been slapped?

While the crowd murmured among themselves, their eyes never strayed from the game. In just a short time, the two had exchanged more than a dozen moves.

Even those who didn't know chess could tell Fang Chen had some skill, but compared to that white-haired youth, the gap was like heaven and earth.

The sword cultivators present wore amused expressions. They had thought Fang Chen might have some talent, but now it seemed that even a random one of them could crush him on the board.

An Immortal King standing beside the Corrosive Dragon King awkwardly remarked, "Sword Chief Fang doesn't seem very good at chess."

"There is no 'seem.' He isn't very good at chess, like at all. He clearly doesn't know how to play. Even I could play a better game," Corrosive Dragon King said flatly, though his eyes carried a hint of unease.

Even if the man was bad at chess, the way he casually turned a mountain into a chess piece, without concern for spiritual veins, springs, or mines, was far beyond the reach of an Immortal King.

The Corrosive Dragon King's thoughts raced. A First Rate Sect Leader.... Has this man been hiding his cultivation all along?And if so, how did he meet Xia Ji?

The Corrosive Dragon King seemed to have touched on something, and his gaze toward Fang Chen shifted from scorn to caution.

This man... perhaps wasn't the so-called Grand Xia's God of War at all.

The God of War had died long ago, at the Battle of Three Worlds Mountain. The one who returned... was someone else.

He knew Fang Chen's file inside and out, down to the battles of his youth. He even sent people to verify it all.

Tracing the details, one would find that after the defeat at Three Worlds Mountain, Fang Chen vanished for several years. And when he returned, he slaughtered all the martial officials of Qingsong and drove them from the capital in a single decisive move.

A young woman flew beside Mountain Breaking King, pointing at Fang Chen. "Father, why do humans always play these twisting games? Why not just kill him directly? We've waited so long, was it just for this one man?"

She looked like an ordinary human, while Mountain Breaking King loomed like a giant. Beside him, she was like an insect.

"Silence. This matter doesn't concern us. We follow orders," Mountain Breaking King said via sound transmission, voice stern.

"Follow orders...?" She looked stunned. "Since when has Tianyao started cooperating with humans? And taking their orders?"

From the beginning... thought Mountain Breaking King.

However, he did not say it aloud.

Across the board, Li Wuwang watched as Fang Chen placed another piece without even thinking. Looking over the game, he saw his own pieces forming a Dragon-Devouring formation. Just a few more moves, and Fang Chen would fall into a fatal trap.

"Your chess skill... is surprising," Li Wuwang said, frowning.

"Afraid?" Fang Chen smiled. "If you're afraid, then go back to Prison Wind with your men. Stay out of Tuxiong Star's affairs. You're sword cultivators. Just practice your sword. Involving yourselves in these dirty matters will only tarnish your sword heart and corrode your sword heart."

He looked over at the group of Heavenly Sword Division cultivators. "Each one of you... were once lackeys for the Spirit God Sect, weren't you?"

He shook his head. "You've reached the end of the road. Even if the Void Immortal Sword Sect doesn't step in, any one of the former Lingyun Sword Sect at the same level would surpass all of you."

Having been publicly insulted, the sword cultivators seethed with rage. Sword intent rippled off their bodies like crashing waves.

Li Wuwang's face darkened. He swept his gaze coldly over them. "A single sentence makes you all lose control?"

Only then did they realize they had fallen into Fang Chen's trap, embarrassing Li Wuwang in front of everyone. Their anger deepened, but this time, they kept it hidden.

Li Wuwang looked back at Fang Chen and said flatly, "A few more moves, and you'll lose."