"Each chess piece represents a descendant of the Long Family, and the fallen pieces mean they have lost their fighting spirit."
Yan Zhi stared at the scattered chess pieces on the board, with only a few remaining upright, while the fallen pieces resembled corpses strewn across a battlefield!
Yan Zhi felt a chill as she took in the bloodthirsty aura emanating from the exquisitely polished jade board.
"What Third Master studies on the chess board every day is…"
Long Wushe lifted his head, a bright smile on his face, "Studying how to kill them all."
A gust of eerie wind brushed against Yan Zhi's ankles, and whispers seemed to echo in her ears. She shivered uncontrollably and stared at Long Wushe's calm and peaceful countenance in shock.
Between his eyes, the bright radiance from heaven converged, as if ready to descend upon the earth to punish worldly evils!
"Kill…kill people…"
