Chapter 2400: Volume 11: True Immortal Descends to the World - Chapter 2382: Victory or Defeat

Han Li and the other two were invited by Bi Ying to participate in this Battle of the Strong. Although they were a bit strange as to why he agreed to the other's request so readily, they naturally had no objections and stood aside without speaking.

The Buddha Bone King opposite looked at Han Li and the other two with green flames flashing in its eyes, and also remained silent.

King Zhuanlun heard Bi Ying agree to this matter, a smile appeared on his face, and he lowered his head again to study the chess game in front of him. After a good while, he placed a piece on the board.

Seeing this move, Bi Ying's expression froze, and he looked at the chess game, lost in thought.

Seeing this, Han Li was quite interested and looked toward the chessboard.

As a result, after he carefully calculated for a few moments, he couldn't help but shake his head in shock.

Although his chess skills were ordinary, he could see at a glance that the complexity of the chess game in front of him was absolutely astonishing, and it was not something he could calculate at all.

The chess skills of Bi Ying and this King Zhuanlun were absolutely the two he had seen in his life.

No wonder both of them were so confident that they wanted to use this chess game to decide such an important victory or defeat.

Thinking of this, Han Li couldn't help but look at Wen Xinfeng beside him.

I saw this woman also looking at the chessboard with crystal light flowing in her beautiful eyes, but her eyebrows were slightly wrinkled.

This woman's chess skills seemed to be extraordinary...

Han Li couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart.

Just like this, Bi Ying and the other spent a long time thinking about every step before placing a piece.

In the blink of an eye, half an hour passed.

A loud rumble suddenly came from the distance, and the two layers of light curtains on the mountain peak on the far right dissipated. Two people flew out from within, one after the other, chasing and shooting toward the middle peak where Han Li and the others were.

"Brother Lei actually lost." Wen Xinfeng glanced at the person flying in front and her beautiful face couldn't help but change slightly.

Han Li narrowed his eyes and took a glance.

I saw that the person in front was wearing silver-shimmering armor, which had already become riddled with holes, and half of his body was bloody and blurry, with several strange, pitch-black ghost heads biting dead on the exposed flesh, and his face was pale.

The person chasing closely behind was an exceptionally beautiful and charming young girl.

She looked sixteen or seventeen, wearing a purple misty garment, but was surrounded by hundreds of strange ghost heads, chasing relentlessly amidst rolling yin wind.

After a few flashes, the two arrived above the mountain peak where Han Li and the others were, one after the other. Seeing the situation of Bi Ying and the others below, they were also stunned.

But the silver-armored man reacted immediately and landed, while the charming young girl blinked her beautiful eyes before drifting down without hesitation.

The ghost heads surrounding this woman blurred and vanished like bubbles.

"Brother Lei, are you alright?" Bi Ying looked up at the silver-armored man and asked slowly.

"Many thanks to Brother Bi for your concern, I am fine. It's just that the previous battle probably disappointed Brother Bi. This woman's divine abilities were too strange. Although I tried my best, I was still slightly inferior to the opponent, so I had no choice but to break the light curtain and escape." The silver-armored man revealed a bitter smile.

"It's fine. Fellow Daoist Han and Fairy Wen have already won two games. Among the Ten Kings of the Underworld, cultivation and divine abilities also have high and low levels. I didn't expect to win all five games from the beginning. Brother Lei, heal your injuries first!" Bi Ying said gently, seemingly not caring much about the silver-armored man's failure.

"What. Fellow Daoist Han and Fairy Wen have already defeated their opponents. This is truly an unexpected joy. In that case, I can rest assured. Then I will go and recover my energy." The silver-armored man looked at Han Li and Wen Xinfeng in surprise, then said nothing more and sat cross-legged nearby.

After a while, silver light flourished on his body, and silver electric arcs coiled, instantly drowning his figure.

The middle-aged man on the other side also seemed to have communicated with the charming young girl, understanding the general process of the previous battle, and the smile on his face became even richer.

"King Zhuanlun, now it counts as you winning one game. But according to what was said earlier, they two must also stay on the mountain peak and not disturb the struggle of the last place." Bi Ying looked at the young girl and said suddenly.

"Rest assured. This is natural. By the way, I forgot to tell you. The one participating in the last mountain peak is King Qiqiao. His strength is so strong that he can rank in the top three among our ten kings, and his divine abilities are domineering. If his opponent is not a match, I am afraid it will not be just a simple failure; they might even lose their lives." The middle-aged man suddenly smiled and said.

"Is this King Qiqiao really that powerful? I don't quite believe it. Blood Fiend is also a powerful existence that can rank in the top ten in our world. Maybe it's your companion who will be killed instead." Bi Ying's expression shifted slightly, but he immediately returned to normal.

"Is that so? Then let us wait and see together." King Zhuanlun laughed upon hearing this.

Thus, the two continued to focus on the chessboard. 【

Time passed swiftly!

This time, the wait lasted for an entire day and night. The duration was so long that even Han Li could not help but mutter to himself.

But what left him even more speechless was this:

The game of chess between Biying and the Zhuanlun King had gone on for so long that there was still no sign of it ending.

Now, every move the two made took several times longer than before.

Just when Han Li thought this situation would continue for another half-day, Biying, who was holding a chess piece and intending to place it on the board, suddenly changed expression and abruptly raised his head to look toward the direction of the final mountain peak.

Han Li's heart stirred, and he likewise swept his spiritual sense toward that side.

He saw the light barrier on the final mountain peak flash and vanish, and from within, a monster that was half-man and half-scorpion slowly flew out.

The upper half of this monster was in the likeness of a middle-aged man, while the lower half was the body of a black-red giant scorpion. One hand gripped a strange sword that rippled with black waves, and the other held a shriveled head that was several times smaller than a normal person's.

The head's eyes were tightly shut, and its face was filled with an expression of disbelief, as if even until the moment it was decapitated, it could not believe that it would be defeated and die.

Although the head had become as withered as a mummy, Han Li saw at a glance that its features were none other than "Xuesha," who had set out with them earlier.

This renowned powerhouse of the Xuetian Continent had actually been directly decapitated in a one-on-one duel with a Ghost King.

It was not just Han Li and Biying who saw all this; Wen Xinfeng and the silver-armored man naturally saw the head held in the monster's hand just as clearly, and their complexions instantly turned exceptionally ugly.

After a few flashes, the monster appeared above their mountain peak with an expressionless face, but it paused its figure and hovered in the air, with no intention of coming down.

"Hehe, it seems the Qiqiao King has won by a slight margin. For your companion to persist in his hands for such a long time before being decapitated, he was indeed a person of great divine abilities." The middle-aged man chuckled upon seeing this scene.

"I also did not expect that Fellow Daoist Xuesha would truly be defeated and die. However, the winner of this battle of powerhouses does not seem to be your side." Biying pondered for a moment before saying this expressionlessly.

"True. Even though the Qiqiao King won, there is no need for this chess game to continue. This battle of powerhouses is indeed two wins and three losses for our Underworld, placing us slightly at a disadvantage." After the middle-aged man pushed the chessboard in front of him away, he actually admitted defeat frankly.

"Then, according to our previous agreement..."

Biying narrowed his eyes.

"We will only take forty percent of the resources of this small world, and the rest will belong to your side. However, if you are not too satisfied with this result, we can fight a major battle once more until one side completely suppresses the other, to thoroughly determine the true ownership of this small world." The Zhuanlun King said with a light laugh.

"There is no need for that. Our Alliance is already satisfied with obtaining sixty percent of the resources of this world. But because Fellow Daoist Xuesha died in this battle, it seems to be a major miscalculation." Biying's gaze flickered a few times as he replied indifferently.

"When cultivation reaches our realm, who doesn't have one or two life-saving means? Since the two of them came to participate in this battle of powerhouses, they naturally made all preparations beforehand; whether they have truly fallen is another matter entirely." The middle-aged man yawned and said, looking completely indifferent to the fall of the Xiongsiyuan King.

"I hope so. However, it is a pity that I could not truly exchange pointers with you this time. I hope there will be another opportunity in the future." Biying's expression relaxed, and he nodded.

"Is that so? This King actually hopes more that there will be a day to exchange moves with this Fellow Daoist Han. Tsk tsk, to be able to directly decapitate the Xiongsiyuan King, leaving him without even a chance to escape, shows that this Fellow Daoist Han's divine abilities are likely not beneath those of the Qiqiao King." Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man turned his head and looked deeply at Han Li as he spoke.

"I only succeeded by luck; I cannot bear such high praise from you." Han Li laughed it off, appearing nonchalant.

"Since the outcome is decided, we will take our leave first. We will immediately arrange to cede the corresponding regions of the small world." The Zhuanlun King did not say anything more; instead, he stood up and spoke words of farewell.

Biying and the others naturally would not try to keep the other side, and they immediately witnessed the four Underworld Ghost Kings fly away from the mountain peak, heading toward the "White Bone Mountain" not far away.

With a "Boom," after the four Ghost Kings flashed into the bone mountain in the distance, it immediately flew toward the further Ghost Domain amidst rolling black Qi.

"It seems these Ghost Kings really intend to keep their promise and have no intention of going back on their word. That is good; the backup plans I prepared will not need to be activated. This battle has already cost us Fellow Daoist Xueying; if any other fellow daoists were to meet with misfortune, this battle of powerhouses would truly be a loss that outweighs the gain." After Biying sighed long and hard, he also stood up.

"Brother Bi, has Fellow Daoist Xuesha truly fallen? With his heaven-shaking blood-path divine abilities, even if he were not a match for the opponent, self-preservation should be more than enough. I once heard a rumor that Fellow Daoist Xuesha seems to have cultivated an extremely terrifying avatar, which not only has the same appearance as his true body but also possesses strength that is nearly identical." Wen Xinfeng suddenly asked with a strange expression. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come and vote for recommendations or monthly tickets; your support is my greatest motivation.)