Chapter 1570: Chapter 1211: Do You Dare Play a Game of Chess With Me?

It’s still that dense forest, still the underground passage deep within the forest leading straight to the God-searching Palace.

What’s different is that now the forest is ablaze with raging flames and thick smoke, and the eternal gloom of countless years has been torn open by these blazing fires into a massive, menacing chasm. Even the passage leading underground has been violently forced open by the aggressive, fiery Fire Qilin.

Boom!!—

An obscure passage is completely illuminated by the intense flames, and the simmering, suffocating heat emanating from the Fire Qilin instantly dispels the chill that lingered in the passage for years.

Amidst the violently shaking firelight, the entire empty passage no longer hosts any expressionless beast slaves, as if the thousands of beast slaves have been completely dispatched, leaving the God-searching Palace seemingly empty now.

Swoosh swoosh swoosh—

Figures of Jiang Dali and others leap down from above, landing inside the passage. Seeing the empty and deep passage before them, their expressions slightly tense.

"Tap! Tap! Tap!—"

At this moment, heavy footsteps resounded from the other end of the passage, and a tall figure slowly approaches, with the faint sound of clashing chains accompanying its movement.

The Fire Qilin lets out a roar that shakes the passage, its large and violent eyes staring intently ahead, but is stopped by Jiang Dali’s raised hand.

"Fist Tao God?"

Jiang Dali looked ahead in surprise at the approaching figure.

With a clang, the tall figure finally comes within twenty yards, its head of messy hair lifted, revealing a dark, rugged, and emotionless face—it is the Fist Tao God, occasionally breathing like a wild beast, staring at Jiang Dali and the others as if not recognizing any of them, hoarsely saying.

"God... Please pass through the Beast Prison and have a talk inside!"

With that, he turns straightforwardly to lead the way ahead.

Everyone looks at Jiang Dali.

Jiang Dali gazes at the Fist Tao God, lets out a long breath, his eyes growing colder, says, "Let’s go! Let’s see the ugly face of that pretentious fellow."

Saying this, Jiang Dali strides boldly to follow the Fist Tao God, each step firm and full of battle intent.

Even if it’s the Returning to Truth level 9, so what?

Even though the Demon Lord Bai Suzhen has yet to appear, so what?

At this point, the Mountain Village lads have already shed blood and sacrificed, and the final victory or defeat shall be determined by his own hand, the village chief.

No matter if this battle ends in victory or defeat, he is full of confidence, even against the Eternal Life God, he will make the self-important god pay a heavy price. He is also determined to ensure all friends who came, including Lu Xiaofeng, can safely leave the God-searching Palace.

The murderous atmosphere started seeping in as everyone approached the end of the passage.

As it suddenly opened up ahead, a biting cold aura rushed over.

A vast underground ice sculpture palace group appears before everyone’s eyes, astonishing all.

This palace, even in Zhu Wushi’s view, is far grander than his Ming Country Palace’s Golden Throne Hall, yet it gives an impression akin to cold cruelty not meant for this world.

Indeed, it is cold and unfeeling.

Because this palace is silent and empty, constructed entirely of cold ice sculptures, appearing extremely clear and bright, clear as if transparent, transparent as if invisible.

In the dark corridor leading to the palace gates, wooden, unresponsive beast slaves kneel in worship.

These beast slaves are expressionless, like in adoration, bowing towards the palace gates.

In the deep darkness of that direction, before the palace door lies a long table, with three black divine shrines placed atop it, each shrine adorned with three white jade plates.

The Fist Tao God led the way to this point, then knelt on one knee like a typical beast slave, bowing towards the palace door.

Everyone possesses extraordinary skill, cultivating as they focus their powers, seeing clearly the three white jade plates inscribed with three different titles—"Sword God", "Knife God", "Fist God".

Aside from these three white jade plates, two additional white jade plates are placed behind, one blank plate with no words, while the other carries only a single character—"God"!

"Sword God... Knife God... Fist God..."

Everyone chews over the meaning of these titles.

Xie Xiaofeng gravely says, "Such titles once appeared sporadically in the Martial World, but placing these three titles together, combined, belongs solely to the once-renowned Divine Martial Three Gods!"

"Divine Martial Three Gods?"

Everyone is moved.

Bu Jingyun’s otherwise indifferent countenance begins to show a hint of confusion, gradually feeling an indescribable familiar sensation, akin to—returning home, as if finding something long lost and familiar.

"Flowers bloom brilliantly.

If left unplucked, they wilt... You’ve finally come..."

A deep and aged yet authoritative man’s voice suddenly echoed from within the palace, pervading the empty ice sculpture world, carrying a distinct uniqueness and unfathomable depth.

Bu Jingyun, even without seeing the speaker, senses strongly that these words are directed at him, instinctively asks, "Who... are you?"

"Pretentious!"

Jiang Dali scoffs coldly, his tiger eyes bursting with ferocity, strides forward into the corridor and shouts fiercely, "Undying Old Turtle! Bring Lu Xiaofeng out to this village chief!"

"Black Wind Village Chief! You truly are a madman."

The speaking man is neither resentful nor angry, his voice remains dignified and deep, yet the moment he speaks, with a "creak" the palace door suddenly opens, one of the white jade plates atop the long table sparkles instantly.

An immense and extraordinary power, like an air Qi Wall, suddenly assaults Jiang Dali and others head-on, incredible in speed and force, none even senses it.

"Mahavira?"

Jiang Dali’s eyes flicker like electricity, straightening his spine, suddenly appearing incomparably mighty. With a cold snort, his arms shake, and the Mahavira power within his Dantian surges wildly, his presence solidifying powerfully, suddenly stepping forward to punch out, as if striking in empty space.

Next moment, with a "boom" a deafening explosion erupts vigorously amidst everyone’s expressions changing.

All this seems slow in narration, but actually as the door opened, Jiang Dali promptly punched out.

No one could react, a fierce terrifying shockwave erupted where Jiang Dali punched, its power and speed exceeding everyone’s imagination.

"Eh!?"

Within the Divine Temple, a robust male figure reclines in a gauzy curtain, like a cicada’s wings and mist, lets out an odd, surprised exclamation.

Clatter—

Jiang Dali steps back, also displaying amazement, suddenly looking at the opened door revealing the curtain, his thick arms lifting and pressing down in tremors, dispersing the Qi Force enveloping him instantly, while the pulled straight Black Cloak behind falls to the ground again.

Swish!—

At this moment, all kneeling beast slaves including the Fist Tao God alongside the corridor suddenly rise, their wooden faces mechanically swivel, all eyes glaring freezingly at Jiang Dali and everyone, that silent loss of rational hostility sufficing to make one’s scalp tingle.

"Unexpected, unexpected... To think someone in this world still possesses this power, Black Wind Village Chief, you’ve piqued this god’s intense interest and admiration."

At this time, that figure within the curtain seems to sit upright, a commanding gaze seemingly palpable through the veil, fixing on Jiang Dali’s robust frame, speaking appreciation slowly.

"This god is now even willing to change his mind... You are the only one in a hundred years I find interesting and willing to play a hand with, do you dare play a game of chess with this god?"

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(Good night! Unfinished, to be continued!)