The game became intense.

Black and white pieces are locked in a fierce battle in the lower left corner.

Black's attack sent chills down Chu Qingcheng's spine. "Elder Mo, does White still have a chance to win?"

Mo Ren kept wiping the sweat from his forehead. He was drenched in sweat watching the game and said with a solemn expression, "White is very tenacious. It seems that White will lose by a small margin."

Looking at the chessboard, Qin Luo calmly said, "Although White is at a disadvantage, there is still a chance to draw!"

Zhu Xian stared at the chessboard for a long time, pondering. She didn't have many pieces left, and the only way to win was to kill the dragon, which was only possible in the upper left corner.

Meng Yuan's move in the upper left corner left the black stones with nowhere to escape, but if he wanted to kill the dragon in the upper left corner, the white stones in the upper right corner would also be killed by the black stones.

Zhu Xian hesitated to make a move.

Standing at the center of the sky, Qin Hao revealed a contemptuous smile, "Immortal Zhu, it is impossible for humans to overcome the heavens!"

Zhu Xian ignored him.

On the high-rise building, Meng Yuan soared into the air and landed in the upper right corner surrounded by black pieces, where a white light shone on the platform.

The powerful player on the chessboard looked puzzled, because the white dragon in the upper right corner was on its last legs.

Mo Ren's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but exclaim, "Using himself as a thief! A brilliant move!"

Mengyuan makes a ko in the upper right corner. If Black wants to kill the dragon, it has to fight for the ko here. White can then take the opportunity to surround and kill the Black dragon or the center point in the upper left corner.

Qin Luo was somewhat puzzled. "This calamity is good, but it's not the key to determining the outcome."

He knew that Meng Yuan in front of him was the Imperial Advisor in disguise. This move was brilliant, but not enough to turn the tide.

A faint light fell beside Meng Yuan.

"If you don't step up now, you won't have another chance to appear. I'll fight you for this opportunity." Ji Ming, the Daoist disciple of Baiyu Temple, lightly shook his whisk. He walked through the air and landed on the Daoist platform beside Meng Yuan, causing the platform beneath Meng Yuan's feet to lose its luster.

In an instant, countless sword lights slashed out from the platform beneath Meng Yuan's feet, tearing his body to pieces and turning it into dust, the golden light dissipating in the wind.

The powerful figures present were shocked.

As Ji Ming watched Meng Yuan being obliterated by the Dao Platform, he knew the power of the Dao Platform; even a True Immortal would die from it.

A faint voice echoed between heaven and earth, "Hahahaha, this is my tribulation, and it is also your tribulation."

Seeing Meng Yuan being obliterated by the Dao Platform, many powerful figures on the platform panicked. Some tried to leave the platform but found that the surrounding space was imprisoned, preventing them from leaving. They felt as if they were falling into the Netherworld. If they felt suffocated just now, they felt despair now.

"This is a game of life or death!"

Mo Ren's legs trembled involuntarily.

Chu Qingcheng felt a chill run down her spine. She murmured softly, "Luckily, we were just bystanders!"

Lu Ming had long since taken life and death lightly, so he was naturally not nervous. Chen Nianzhi originally took the academy disciples on a spring outing, but in the end, she resolutely returned to the capital, having long since disregarded life and death.

The patriarchs of the martial arts academy were like this; they firmly believed that human will could overcome nature, even at the cost of their lives.

The many powerful figures who supported the Heavenly Dao were in a panic. They supported the Heavenly Dao in order to gain greater benefits, but they never expected that they might lose their lives for it.

"I see!"

Qin Luo suddenly realized.

Seeing Meng Yuan reduced to dust, the experts on the platform finally understood the terrifying nature of this chess game. Now it was White's turn to make a move, and everyone's eyes were on Zhu Xian high above.

Zhu Xian could attack the black stones in the upper left corner, but she pointed to the area near the center. Wan'er did not hesitate and lightly leaped to land next to Qin Hao.

The powerful figures in the corner all breathed a sigh of relief.

Qin Hao felt a chill run down his spine. If Meng Yuan hadn't been eliminated by the Daotai, he probably wouldn't have cared, but this was a life-or-death situation. Once surrounded, he would be killed by the Daotai.

Yuan Qi, standing high above, frowned deeply.

Qin Hao is the crown prince of the Great Zhen Dynasty. When he was born, auspicious purple clouds appeared in the east, and he was hailed as the chosen one. If something were to happen to him in the capital of the Great Xia Dynasty, Yuan Qi would have no way to explain it when he returned.

Qin Hao is in a dangerous situation. His center point is on its last legs, but it is already surrounded by white stones. If black tries to come to its rescue, it will lose its advantage.

"Hahaha!"

"Kid, keep being arrogant!"

The patriarch of the martial arts academy couldn't stop smiling.

Qin Luo knew Zhu Xian's plan. If they surrounded and killed the black pieces in the upper left corner, the Heavenly Dao would likely abandon the black pieces in the upper left corner to rescue Tianyuan. However, surrounding and killing Tianyuan would force the black pieces to fight to the death near Tianyuan.

Just as nervous as Qin Hao was Daozi Ji Ming. If the Heavenly Dao's next move was to save Qin Hao, he would surely die. One was a Daozi, and the other was a Heavenly Emperor. In that instant, they felt time stretch out, and cold sweat poured down their bodies.

A ghostly light descended from the sky and landed beside Ji Ming. The Heavenly Dao did not choose to save Tian Yuan, but instead went to save Ji Ming, the Daoist disciple of Baiyu Temple, intending to capture the white chess piece in the upper right corner.

Daozi Jiming bowed deeply in gratitude towards the higher place.

Qin Hao looked dejected.

He never imagined that fate would abandon him.

Yuan Qi and his group had three members left: a white-robed fairy from the celestial realm and an old monk in a black cassock. They watched the ghostly light fall beside Ji Ming, but dared not step forward.

Zhu Xian's phoenix eyes shone with golden light, carrying an overwhelming pressure. "You can admit defeat now."

Yuan Qi said in a deep voice, "That move was very safe!"

The white-clad fairy walked forward and landed on the platform, a smile on her pretty face. "I am Song Wanqing from the Heavenly Immortal Pavilion. I hope I won't die on the chessboard."

Daozi Jiming had just escaped death, "It seems that I won this gamble."

Song Wanqing exclaimed, "Brother Dao, you are a Daoist disciple of Baiyu Temple, yet you are covered in sweat."

Ji Ming quickly regained his composure, "Even the heavens are on my side now. I've survived a great calamity, and good fortune is sure to follow."

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