Chapter 634: Please, My Lord, Be on Your Way

"The story you told does indeed seem logical, but I don't like it!"

With a heavy slap on the table, the white-haired old man soared into the air, his clothes rustling under the force of his palm wind, as if he were about to break through the roof and step into the sky.

But just at this moment, the pile of Chess Pieces on the chessboard they had just been playing on vibrated, and dozens of them rose into the air, trapping him within.

These dozens of ordinary Chess Pieces now felt like moving mountains, pressing down so hard he couldn't breathe, sealing off all his room to advance or retreat.

No matter how he struggled, and even though his palms could sever rivers, he could not shake these dozens of Chess Pieces in the slightest.

In a short span of time, he struck out over twenty palms, exhausting almost all his internal energy, and all of them were aimed at a single Chess Piece.

Yet, what was impossible to accept was that these were clearly the most ordinary of Chess Pieces, yet they remained unscathed under his palms.

His entire cultivation base was like a clay ox entering the sea, leaving him feeling trapped in a Cage he could not break free from, as if surrounded by an inescapable net—unable to break loose, unable to escape.

Lifting his head to look at the roof, the white-haired old man gritted his teeth. His essence and blood burned rapidly, his vitality was being consumed crazily, and his originally ruddy complexion turned pale in an instant.

Yet his internal energy seemed to boil, as if breaking through some kind of limit. The aura on his body was several times stronger than before, and it was still continuously increasing.

Exchanging life for power was the only method he could think of at this moment. After this battle, even if he didn't die, he would likely suffer severe damage to his Original Qi and not live long.

After all, he was already old.

The airflow around the white-haired old man seemed to turn red; it was the color dyed by fresh blood. It was the red airflow formed by the blood in his body being drawn out by the surging righteous energy, and it also represented his fleeting life.

This airflow, resembling red flames, would likely be his final swan song.

"Open for me!" Holding a determination to die, the white-haired old man exerted force once more, his whole body desperately trying to break through the restriction of these dozens of Chess Pieces.

The power within his body grew stronger and stronger, the red airflow condensing into substance, yet the Chess Pieces before him remained completely motionless.

After his cultivation reached its peak, his vitality was almost squeezed dry, and in no time at all, it receded like a tide.

The old man in mid-air fell heavily to the ground, nothing but despair left on his face; he knew he had failed completely.

He was clearly only one step away from breaking through the roof, but that one step was like a natural chasm that could not be crossed. Even if he risked his life, he was still helpless against it.

In fact, the white-haired old man had never thought of escaping; he knew that since he had been exposed, escape was absolutely impossible. Their ruthless leader would never let him go either.

All he wanted to do was break through the roof and pass on the news of the incident here.

With Chen Xing's shrewdness, as long as the news of the incident here reached his ears, he would definitely be on guard. Unfortunately, it was too late!

"You're still struggling at this point? You should know you can't escape, why bother?"

"I'm just unwilling!" Gasping for air, the old man tried to crawl up, only to find he didn't have a shred of strength left in his entire body; he had been completely hollowed out.

Let alone standing up, at this moment, even turning over would likely take some effort.

"If a person like you can live, how could someone like Chen Xing have any trouble!"

"Because I am a bad person. Bad people live long lives because we have no bottom line when it comes to surviving! Haven't you heard? Good people don't live long, while scourges can last for a thousand years."

"Rest assured, I won't kill you for now!" The dozens of Chess Pieces still kept the old man trapped inside. Dahuzi looked at him, showing no intention of killing him at all.

"How could someone like you die so easily? You have to make a greater contribution. I was a bit reluctant before, but now..."

"You!" The white-haired old man seemed to know what he would be facing, but at this moment, other than gritting his teeth, he had no other options. Now, even begging for death was a luxury.

Meanwhile, inside the Chen Mansion, Shen Yu had just left when Guo Yi pushed the door open with an unnatural expression.

"My Lord!" Standing at the doorway, Guo Yi just watched Chen Xing quietly, the expression in his eyes shifting constantly. It seemed as if a mix of emotions was surging into his heart all at once.

"A-Yi, why don't you come in?"

"My Lord, Shen Yu didn't kill you?"

"No, how could Shen Yu be that kind of unreasonable person!" Shaking his head, Chen Xing then looked at him with some concern, "A-Yi, your complexion doesn't look right. Did something happen?"

"My Lord, I'm sorry!"

"Sorry? Why say sorry?" His pupils constricted sharply, and Chen Xing looked at him uncertainly, appearing suspicious, conflicted, and even incredulous.

"You want to kill me?"

"Yes!" Nodding, Guo Yi closed the door and slowly approached Chen Xing, his cultivation base gradually climbing to its peak. An invisible force field encompassed everything around them, also sealing off Chen Xing's path of retreat.

He would not strike unless necessary, but once Guo Yi struck, it would be like wind and clouds churning, earth-shattering.

"I didn't expect their backup plan to be you!" Sighing, Chen Xing quickly gathered all his emotions and returned to his usual calm expression.

"No wonder they lured Shen Yu over. I was wondering before; I can see Shen Yu's character, so there's no reason they couldn't. Did they not know Shen Yu would never kill me?"

"So he had a way to ensure my death. As long as Shen Yu arrived, whether he made a move or not, I would die, and it would definitely be blamed on him."

Having said this, Chen Xing looked at Guo Yi calmly. There was no longer the gentleness from before in his eyes, only a distant coldness, as if he were looking at a stranger.

"When Lao Yang sent me a message before, I was puzzled as to why these people's scheming had become so poor, with their plans relying entirely on gambling."

"Gambling that Shen Yu would kill me, gambling that everything would go according to their plan. Did they never think about what would happen if they lost the bet?"

"But looking at it now, Lao Yang was also exposed; this was something they deliberately used to test him!"

"Sigh!" Sighing lightly, Chen Xing said with a hint of desolation, "A-Yi, actually, I have thought of countless possibilities, but I never thought of you!"

"Indeed, I am an old fool. By my side, only your words are truly convincing. If you say Shen Yu killed me, others will believe it was Shen Yu who did it."

"I am sorry, My Lord!" Bowing his head, Guo Yi did not know how to respond; his heart was full of conflict. But now, he was no longer in control of himself.

Some things were not a matter of whether he was willing or not; he wanted to give up the assassination, but his body was no longer under his own control.

At this point, rather than a person, he was more like a living Puppet, capable of being fully controlled from spirit to body at any time.

"My Lord, no need to look; no one is coming. Just now, I told everyone that you wanted to kill Shen Yu and told them to be prepared. They asked me to come and persuade you not to do anything foolish!"

"In a moment, I will tell them that you, Lord Chen, wanted to kill Shen Yu, and that he found out. In a fit of rage, Shen Yu killed you in the study. Everything will be logical."

"It is indeed a good plan, but you cannot kill me."

"My Lord, there are only ten steps between us; you cannot escape!" Walking toward Chen Xing step by step, Guo Yi tried desperately to stop his own actions, but everything was in vain.

Was the Lord Chen he respected ultimately going to die by his own hands?

"Rest assured, My Lord, I will give you a dignified way to die. You go first, My Lord, and I will follow shortly. Please, My Lord, be on your way!"