CHAPTER 286: CHAPTER 284: TREASURE FALLING GOLD COIN

"The two were less than ten moves into the game when Xiao Sheng cursed, "Damn you, Nezha, are you toying with me with this haphazard playing?"

Nezha remained silent, focusing solely on the game.

Noting the serious look on his face, Xiao Sheng was just about to ponder if there was some subtlety in Nezha’s seemingly chaotic moves when he saw Nezha move his black pieces twice in a row.

Not only that, but Nezha also moved his white pieces next.

Is this how you play chess?

"How audacious!"

After cursing, Xiao Sheng’s divine sword shot out like thunder!

Nezha sidestepped, and the thunderous sword pierced a small hole through the stone mountain behind him.

Wu Xiang Monk, seeing this, turned pale. With the power of that sword strike, even if he used the Immovable Ming King’s Dharma Body from Buddhism, he would still be pierced through by that sword.

So this is the Taiyi Golden Immortal of the Taoist sect?

He looked at Nezha again, worry flickered in his eyes. But with the next glance at the chessboard, his pupils contracted sharply as he muttered, "Is this... Bai Mushuang’s chessboard array pattern?"

Cao Bao did not make a move.

In his opinion, although Nezha far surpassed typical cultivators of the Golden Immortal Realm, and even if he was in the same realm, he thought that even with him and Xiao Sheng joining forces, and despite having the Treasure Falling Gold Coin for protection, they were still not Nezha’s match.

But the fact was, they weren’t in the Golden Immortal Realm.

They had long since cultivated the five energies in the chest and the three flowers atop the head, their bodies further refined beyond the Golden Core Realm.

Even though Nezha’s body was nurtured by the Nine-Pattern Divine Pill, he might not hold an advantage over them in terms of physical toughness.

Not to mention, in their mastery over the Dao.

Killing Nezha was just a matter of time for Xiao Sheng, and it wouldn’t be long.

If he were to join in, attacking with two on one, it would indeed be a disgrace.

Just as Cao Bao was thinking this, Xiao Sheng extended his finger, and his flying sword turned into a bolt of lightning once again.

The power of his fingertip lightning sword was immense, and its speed swift, so Nezha had to rely on anticipating Xiao Sheng’s finger movements to dodge in time; otherwise, it would have been impossible for him to react when the flying sword was unleashed.

Little Dragon Girl saw this and couldn’t help but say, "Xiao Sheng’s proficiency in Daoist skills is decent, but his martial prowess is abysmal. If I had his lightning sword technique, Nezha would be dead by now."

Wu Xiang Monk said, "It seems he has been secluded in the mountains for a long time and rarely fights with people. Moreover, cultivators seek longevity single-mindedly. If it weren’t for self-defense and treasure hunting, they probably wouldn’t even practice lethal spells."

As expected, Xiao Sheng’s sword strike missed once again.

He wasn’t in a hurry. It may have seemed like he’d unleashed seven sword strikes, but in reality, only a couple of breaths had passed. Compared to these Daoist skills, his true capability had yet to be revealed.

But at that moment, Nezha’s figure disappeared from his sight.

Cao Bao was a bit surprised.

He watched as a golden portal opened behind Xiao Sheng, and a golden silhouette, accompanied by a terrifying force of tremors, aimed at Xiao Sheng’s head!

"Taiyin, condense armor, Mars, retreat, the North Dipper quenches my bones, the stones of the South Mountain forge my spirit!"

Xiao Sheng stepped through the stars, his left hand forming a seal, drawing the Ziwei Emperor’s Qi, and his right hand covering his base, blocking the Yellow Springs Filth.

With a surge of clear air around him, he directly dispelled the imposing Qiankun Ring!

Seeing Nezha, who had closed the distance and appeared by his side, Xiao Sheng sneered, "You’ve delivered yourself to death, don’t blame me."

The lightning sword flew once more.

In mid-air, Nezha spun, suddenly pulling out a black giant sword. He bit down on a painkiller, and the muscles in his arm bulged, the explosive force causing his wrist to nearly break from the strain!

"Die!"

Without even looking, he struck Xiao Sheng’s lightning-fast flying sword in mid-air, yet without any hesitation, continued to cleave towards Xiao Sheng’s head with the black sword after splitting the flying sword into two.

Nezha’s momentum was formidable.

However, to Xiao Sheng, Nezha’s movements, though smooth, were not extraordinarily swift. How could it be so coincidental and so smoothly sever his treasured sword?

"Xiao Sheng, be careful!"

"It’s fine." Xiao Sheng’s eyes fixed on the black giant sword in Nezha’s hand, observing the not-very-sharp blade, his robe billowed, "Could he cut through my Mysterious Armor Spell?"

His spell was of Ancient Divine Text, commanding the Green Dragon’s scales of the East, the West Mountain White Tiger’s eye, and the Cloud Seal covering Heaven Gate.

Once cast, his aura was like chaos, his robe like Divine Gold. Even the renowned Qiankun Ring could not break the clear air surrounding his body. What could this seemingly ordinary black sword do?

Yet in the next second, all chaos, all divine gold seemed non-existent.

The black giant sword cleaved into Xiao Sheng’s shoulder and effortlessly bisected his entire body like tofu!

Xiao Sheng let out an enraged roar, his eyes nearly splitting, his upper body transformed into a stream of light shooting towards the sky, while his lower body ignited like a torch, the bright light overpowering the sun at that moment!

Dozens of yards away, Ao Yu, realizing the dire situation, immediately took Jiang Xiao, Lv Zhu’er, and others to flee in the distance.

Cao Bao also swept his sleeve in front of himself.

Nezha squinted, using the black giant sword as a shield to block his form.

As the explosion erupted, the air rippled with waves.

Flames licked the ground, the soil began to crystalize, then transformed into angular glass-like rain.

The rising smoke dispersed into shapes of ancient battlefield spirits.

Cao Bao sighed, "Such a commotion."

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