468: Chapter 468 Lu Li Flips the Table!

He left a long, shocking trail of blood on the ground.

Lu Li floated in the sea of lightning, catching a glimpse of Su Changkong, who was struggling to crawl away like a worm, but he couldn't be bothered to pay him any mind.

In his eyes, Su Changkong was already a completely ruined cripple, no longer even qualified to warrant his attack.

A full hour passed, and the tribulation clouds overhead seemed to have dimmed, their energy drained too violently, causing the lightning strikes to become sparse.

"Whew—that feels great."

Lu Li exhaled a long breath of turbid air mixed with electric sparks, feeling his entire body filled with explosive power.

After comfortably finishing his "lightning bath," he brushed the dust off his green robes and strode swaggeringly into the gate leading to the Ninth Trial, the final secret of the Bronze Immortal Palace.

Passing through the sea of lightning of the eighth trial, the scene before his eyes instantly shifted, as if he had crossed endless space and time.

The ninth trial, which was also the test of this Bronze Immortal Palace, concealed the place where the final Legacy left by the master of the palace resided.

It was unusually quiet here; there were no treacherous Five Elements killing Formations, no violent, rampaging Pseudo-Immortal King Lightning Tribulations, and not even a trace of Spiritual Qi fluctuation could be felt.

This was a void space, as if it were the Universe before it had been opened.

In the very center of this void, a colossal chessboard floated silently.

This chessboard was not crafted from rare immortal gold, divine wood, or stubborn stone, but was interwoven and condensed from the purest, most primitive, and incredibly heavy Chaos Qi.

The intersecting lines on the chessboard shimmered with obscure and difficult-to-understand light; these were not simple carvings, but represented the Origin rules of the Heaven and Earth Dao! Each line seemed to bear the weight of a Major Thousand Worlds.

On the other side of the chessboard, in the void, a blurry, imposing phantom sat cross-legged.

One could not see the face of this phantom, but merely by sitting there, it exuded a supreme pressure that made all the heavens and worlds bow in submission, an awe-inspiring presence.

That was the master of the Bronze Immortal Palace, a supreme existence who had transcended countless eras ago, leaving behind a sliver of Immortal Emperor will to test future generations!

"Ninth Trial: Chaos Chess Game."

"Play a game against me. The winner shall obtain my Legacy and control this palace; the loser shall be stripped of their consciousness and turned into a black or white piece on the chessboard, trapped here for eternity to guard the Bronze Immortal Palace, never to be reborn."

The grand, majestic, and unquestionable voice seemed to descend from the Nine Heavens, reverberating through this endless space of the Void Realm, shaking one's Divine Soul.

Relying on his tenacious desire to survive, Su Changkong actually managed to crawl into this ninth trial one step ahead of Lu Li.

At this moment, he was collapsed in front of the massive Chaos chessboard like a frightened quail.

He raised his head with difficulty, looking up at the Immortal Emperor will that radiated endless pressure, then looked down at the chessboard, which was condensed from Chaos Qi and so complex that it made one feel dizzy just by looking at it.

In Su Changkong's eyes, there was nothing but deep fear.

His Dao Heart had long since been ground into dust by Lu Li in the previous trials.

Now, his blood energy was dried up, his immortal bones shattered, and his Divine Soul heavily injured; he was not even as good as a Mortal.

Furthermore, he came from Taiyi Immortal City and had learned only the arts of slaughter since childhood; how could he understand anything about zither, chess, calligraphy, or painting? Looking at the intersecting lines on the chessboard that represented the rules of the Dao, he felt as if it were a tangled mess. Forget about solving the chess game; he didn't even understand how to place a piece or what the rules were!

This was a dead end! A complete and utter dead end!

Playing the game meant death, and being turned into a chess piece, trapped here for eternity, was a fate worse than death, which only made him feel more desperate.

"I... I forfeit... I admit defeat... I won't play... let me go..."

Su Changkong's psychological defenses had completely collapsed. Tears and snot streaming down his face, he used the last ounce of his strength to let out a trembling, shrill plea.

The Immortal Emperor will in the Void Realm slowly opened its eyes. Two gazes like cold lightning fell upon Su Changkong, its voice devoid of ripples, cold to the extreme:

"Those who enter the game, once inside this gate, have no path of retreat. Those who fear the battle are also defeated."

"Boom!"

Along with the verdict of the Immortal Emperor will, a terrifying, extreme repulsive force erupted from the massive Chaos chessboard.

Like a violent wind sweeping away fallen leaves, this force struck Su Changkong, who was collapsed on the ground, hard.

"Pfft—!"

Before Su Changkong could even let out a scream, his entire body was blasted out of the Ninth Trial like a cannonball.

This force was brutal, carrying him as he smashed through the barriers of the various Formation spaces of the Bronze Immortal Palace, finally slamming him with a loud "boom" into the endless, desolate ruins outside the palace.

Blood stained the ground red, and Su Changkong lay on the ground like a pile of mud, his bones shattered, his breath faint, having completely passed out, his life or death unknown.

He had exhausted all his trump cards and endured endless torture, only to be swept out in such a humiliating manner, forever losing the qualification to obtain the final Legacy of the Bronze Immortal Palace.

Flipping Heaven and Earth, Breaking the Game Without Martial Virtue

"Tch, I told you this guy was a piece of trash. What's the use of crawling so fast if you're just going to get kicked out anyway? Truly pathetic."

Just a second after Su Changkong was blasted away, Lu Li walked into this void space, his hands behind his head, strolling with an arrogant gait.

He looked in the direction where Su Changkong had disappeared and curled his lip in disdain.

Subsequently, he turned around, raised his head, and curiously examined the massive chessboard and the imposing Immortal Emperor phantom before him, striding directly to the front of the chessboard.

"Latecomer, you are the second living being to reach this place in millions of years. Do you wish to play a game against me?"

The Immortal Emperor will lowered its eyes, looking at the green-robed youth who was ridiculously young, its voice remaining grand and majestic.

Lu Li did not answer immediately; instead, he lowered his head, leaned closer to the chessboard condensed from Chaos Qi, and scrutinized it carefully for quite a while.

He looked at the intersecting Dao patterns and then at the black and white pieces floating on both sides of the chessboard, which exuded terrifying auras. His delicate brows furrowed tightly, and he reached out to scratch the back of his head in frustration.

"...Senior..."

Lu Li raised his head, his clear, large eyes looking at the Immortal Emperor phantom, and said with a sincere and honest expression: "To be honest, I only learned how to fight since I was little. I don't know how to play chess at all. I have no idea how to place these black and white stones."

"You don't know how to play chess?"

The Immortal Emperor will, which had always been as calm as an ancient well, seemed to be slightly taken aback after hearing this honest answer, its phantom swaying imperceptibly by half an inch.