Chapter 433: Entering the Chess Game with One's Body, the Stars are Set

The appearance of the Twelve Bronze Giants caught Feilian's attention; even his worry for the White-Headed Hou seemed less intense.

The last time he had seen Shanglu's Heaven-Suppressing Thousand Machinations was nine hundred years ago, back when the Demon Race was establishing their might in the Underworld; yet now, against a mere few on the Mortal Path, he was actually forced to use his full strength.

To make his younger brother this serious, it seems they are not simple at all.

Interesting, truly interesting.

So Feilian and Shanglu were biological brothers, and Feilian was actually the older one.

This matter was known to few in the Demon Realm; even Zhanli, being of the Demon Race, had never heard of it.

After all, for two brothers born of the same parents to have such a massive difference in stature, no one could ever connect them together.

It was precisely because of this that Feilian could not stand words like "small" or "cute"—even the slightest related term was forbidden, or he would surely fly into a rage.

The brief pause did not seem to make the situation any better; although Sangmu had caught most of Feilian's offensive, his body was covered in wounds, as if he had been soaked in a pool of blood.

Even with his skin torn and flesh mangled, Sangmu remained expressionless, as if these injuries had nothing to do with him; he simply stood in a bow stance, listening to the blade.

Xin Yi, in the shadows, knew that in the state of listening to the blade, besides the body acting involuntarily, the five senses were also completely sealed.

To end the listening to the blade, one must either defeat the opponent or be defeated by the opponent, and victory or defeat rested entirely on how the blade spirit judged it.

If the blade spirit felt its master was about to die, it would naturally stop listening to the blade to preserve the blade-wielder's life, but if it were the wielder's own will, the blade spirit would find it hard to defy.

Xin Yi now understood why Sangmu had not listened to the blade at the beginning, but had let himself be in control.

He could not let Sangmu continue to take the hits, or he would lose his life!

But now was not the time to reveal himself either.

After observing for a long time, Xin Yi finally figured out Feilian's true ability.

Feilian's speed was indeed very fast, but not so fast that he could not be seen; rather, it was Sangmu's movements that had slowed down significantly, as if he were submerged in deep water.

When close by, one could not feel it, but now it appeared that Feilian's ability was to use his own "dread intent" to make the five senses and movements of those around him sluggish, while he himself moved at a normal speed.

If Xin Yi were to strike now, he would only end up failing because he had intruded into the range of Feilian's "dread intent."

But waiting idly was not a solution either; Xin Yi could wait, but Sangmu could not.

Compared to the predicament of Xin Yi and Sangmu, Chengkai's battle had clearly reversed.

The White-Headed Hou in the Dharma Array had fallen into a frenzy; she could not believe that one day, she would actually be hit in the face.

She was a woman, after all! Wasn't it said that men in the mortal world were quite gentlemanly? No matter how hostile they were, there was no reason to hit someone in the face, was there?

The men of the mortal world were truly detestable!

The White-Headed Hou whipped her lash frantically at Chengkai, but Chengkai dodged nimbly every time; seeing he had no way to deal with him, the White-Headed Hou could only scurry about in a manic rage, yet no matter what, she could not escape the Dharma Array beneath her feet.

It was not that the Eight Extremes Thunder Drum Array had the power of imprisonment, but every time the White-Headed Hou tried to bolt out of the Array Formation, a bolt of thunder would strike from the timely direction, forcing her to retreat.

Moreover, the thunder light was different each time because these thunder arts were the Five Elements Thunder Method corresponding to the Eight Trigrams directions, which is why the "Eight Extremes Thunder Drum Array" was sometimes called the "Five-Colored Heaven Drum."

After several strikes of the Thunder Method, and due to the anxiety in her heart, the phantom of the White-Headed Hou became increasingly blurred; just as she attempted to escape for the last time, she was finally struck in the chest by a wandering crimson bolt of thunder.

The phantom dissipated, and the White-Headed Hou fell to the ground clutching her chest; yet she did not feel pain, only extreme gloom in her heart.

This was the first time in her life the White-Headed Hou had been hit; at the thought of this, she felt deeply aggrieved, and ignoring the thunder light wandering nearby, she sat on the ground and wailed loudly.

Ah, this...

This, this, this...

This display gave Chengkai, who was to the side, a huge fright. "You... you... don't cry!" Chengkai was at a loss for a moment, comforting her with clumsy words, yet his hand seals did not slacken in the slightest.

The escort agency where Chengkai grew up had a childhood sweetheart, a little sister who would cry at the drop of a hat, and every time she cried, Chengkai would scratch his head in frustration, not knowing how to coax her.

He truly had no way of dealing with women.

Uh... um...

The other party could be considered a woman, at least...

Chengkai really could not be sure; after all, he knew very little about the Demon Race, and he did not know if all women of the Demon Race looked like this.

The White-Headed Hou glanced at Chengkai with a look of grievance, kicking her legs and shrugging her shoulders like a rascal, crying even harder.

If a normal woman did this, one could call it cute and spontaneous, but using that to describe her was truly difficult.

What kind of spontaneous and cute girl has a rat-like face, broad shoulders, and a large build?

Yet Chengkai had already made up his mind; with no other choice, he had to withdraw his hand seals and stop the Array Formation.

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"You... stop crying, I won't hit you anymore," Chengkai said helplessly, "It's quite scary."

Well, it was indeed quite scary.

However, the White-Headed Hou did not appreciate it and continued to sit on the ground crying wantonly, just like a child who couldn't get candy, only this child was rather "sturdy"...

Chengkai truly had no other way, and not daring to get too close, he could only take two steps forward and comfort her as softly as he could.

But how was Chengkai to know that all of this was just a pretense by the White-Headed Hou.

Just as Chengkai approached to console her, the White-Headed Hou suddenly lashed out with her long whip, a short blade revealed at the tip, whistling toward Chengkai.

The cold light was inches away; Chengkai had no time to dodge at all.

At this critical moment, a chess array spread out, and in an instant, the stars shifted and the heavens turned; the sharp blade that was nearly upon Chengkai stopped instantly.

It was Zhao Wuyang's art, and this chessboard covered the entire battlefield; everyone present was within it.

In order to delay Shanglu and create an opportunity for Zhanli, Zhao Wuyang had no choice but to use this witchcraft he had never used before.

Rather than calling it witchcraft, it was better to call it the power of the Spirit Treasure, the Eternal Firmament; although it was not even a ten-thousandth of its true power, it was still extremely bizarre.

As long as one was on the chessboard, one had to follow the Dao of Chess, and this Dao of Chess was determined by Zhao Wuyang.

However, although the rules were set by Zhao Wuyang, they had to be fair, otherwise the art would not hold and would suffer a backlash.

This was the power of the Eternal Firmament: entering the game with one's own body to plot the universe.

Of course, if Lingxiang were to use this power, she might be able to come up with all sorts of tricks, but Zhao Wuyang was bad at chess and simple-minded, so naturally, he could not set any interesting rules.

Zhao Wuyang's rule was the simplest "you go, I go" of Go.

Currently, the battlefield is divided into two sides; as long as one person makes a move, the others on that same side may no longer move, and the same applies to one's own side.

Hmm...

How can that not be considered stalling?

After all, Zhanli didn't say how one shouldn't stall, did he?