A Fight to the Death

Ye Xiaotian crashed onto the ground at the gates of the Spirit Palace and spat out a mouthful of blood.

He could not believe what was happening. He admitted that the masked man was a powerful foe, but who was this Elder? Where did he come from, and why did he possess so much power?

The pole which he held could shatter the very Heavens. Could the Gods be playing a joke on them?

Cen Qiaofu squatted on the tree stump and continued his game of chess with Xiao Qixiu. From time to time, he would smack the snowy-haired child on the ground with his pole and bark out a laugh. "Punk, you have tried twice and failed. Are you still going to try again?"

Xiao Qixiu's eyebrows twitched in fury as he watched the scene before him. He was not the one who wanted to have the game of chess with the Elder. But the latter had pressured him into playing the game!

If he had done nothing, those three white-haired men lying on the ground would never get back up again.