Watching An Qianbai's departing figure, Mo Chen couldn't help but laugh: "Is this considered completing the task assigned by Gu Liyan?"

Mo Chen turned his head and looked at An Le and the others who had surrounded him. He couldn't help but shake his head with a wry smile and said, "It looks like this fight is inevitable!"

Anle and the others stood in mid-air, but in Anle's eyes, Mo Chen somehow sensed a tiny fluctuation of spiritual energy within his body.

Anle, who was always cautious, couldn't help but ask, "Who exactly are you? I can't sense any spiritual energy in you, so why are you standing here like us?"

Mo Chen chuckled, "Good question! If it is, then we'll enjoy the moon!"

As soon as Mo Chen finished speaking, An Le immediately felt a sense of crisis and hurriedly shouted, "Back off!"

Upon hearing Anle's words, everyone in the Shadow Hall prepared to retreat, but a fierce wind raged, and wind walls appeared around them, completely blocking their escape route!

"Wind?! You, you are a player who can control the wind?!" Anle exclaimed in surprise.

"So, those who control the natural phenomena of this world are called 'Chess Players'! Heh, Chess Players, huh? Not a bad name!" Mo Chen smiled slightly. "Speaking of which, it's been a long time since I've had a serious battle!"

Since his battle with Gu Liyan, Mo Chen hasn't really fought a serious match with anyone else.

Mo Chen raised his hand, creating a hole in the wind wall facing An Le and the others. He beckoned to the astonished An Le with his finger, "Come here, let me see what this world calls the power of the Wind Control level!"

The moment Anle stepped out of the wind wall with a furrowed brow, the wind wall closed again. Looking at the calm and composed Mo Chen, she said, "Actually, you are very strong."

Mo Chen shook his head and smiled. "No, actually I'm better at running away!"

Anle gripped the dagger tightly in his hand. "Since that's the case, let's fight to the death!"

Mo Chen raised an eyebrow and a slight smile, his handsome face gaining a touch of refinement. With a flick of his wrist, a peach blossom fan appeared in his hand. He spoke with a slight smile, "A life-or-death battle, huh... I haven't heard those three words in a long time—"