222: The power of Galaxy Chessboard

“What… what the hell is this?”

Seeing the boundless Sword Intent before him, Tu Xiangtian froze instantly.

There were ninety-nine Sword Intents, and crucially, each one was different.

Could this really be something one person could achieve?

He didn't know, because at this moment, his scalp was tingling, and his brain was already starting to shut down.

The countless Sword Intents seemed to make him smell the scent of death.

He quickly raised the long saber in his hand to block and took out a small circular disk from his spatial ring, which transformed into a light screen, protecting him within it.

This was a treasure he had obtained before, the Profound Origin Shield, capable of withstanding attacks even from a Late Stage Saint.

However.

“Boom!”

In an instant, countless terrifying attacks landed on the Profound Origin Shield. In a flash, the Profound Origin Shield turned into a pile of dust and dissipated between heaven and earth. Before he could react, countless terrifying attacks had already landed on the long saber in his hand.

That long saber was a High Grade Sacred Artifact, of extremely high quality.

Yet, facing Su Changqing's inhumane attack, it instantly broke into two halves.

“Bang!”

Tu Xiangtian’s body was sent flying backward, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood, his aura extremely chaotic and weak.

One move, and he, a Late Stage Saint Martial Artist, was severely wounded.

Such combat power was simply astonishing.

“Is this a Late Stage Saint? A bit weak, huh?”

Su Changqing put away his long sword, a faint smile on his lips, and murmured softly.

However, these words, falling into Tu Xiangtian’s ears, were so grating and stinging.

But at the moment, he couldn't care less.

After all, this was a matter of life and death.

He slowly got up, looking disheveled as he gazed in Su Changqing’s direction.

“Damn it, at worst, we’ll perish together!”

With that, he pulled out countless small beads from his spatial ring and then threw them at Su Changqing.

“Thunderblast Beads?”

That’s right, these things before him were called Thunderblast Beads, a type of single-use item.

Once activated, they could produce an explosion.

There were thousands of Thunderblast Beads before him. Once detonated, even a Late Stage Saint Martial Artist would need to avoid their sharpness and defend themselves in a short period of time.

“Boom!”

The moment the Thunderblast Beads exploded, Tu Xiangtian ran without hesitation.

Damn it!

If he couldn't win, the best strategy was to run.

Where there's life, there's hope.

However, he underestimated Su Changqing.

“Thunderblast Beads are a bit interesting, but unfortunately, I am a Body Cultivator, so they have no effect on me.”

He sneered, his figure flickered, and he directly activated Space Teleportation, blocking Tu Xiangtian’s path.

Want to run?

No way!

“Why are you trying to leave already?”

Su Changqing smiled faintly, a hint of killing intent flickering in his eyes.

At this moment, Tu Xiangtian no longer had his arrogant and confident demeanor from before; instead, it turned into fear and disbelief.

He truly couldn't imagine that a mere Early Stage Saint Junior could unleash such power.

It was simply unbelievable!

This was, damn it, simply not human!

“Su Shengzi, spare others when you can. Are you sure you want to fight to the death with me?”

Fight to the death?

Such familiar words.

He remembered the Eastern Family seemed to have said it too, but now they had turned into dust.

“I still prefer your arrogant and untamed look from before. Please revert to it.”

Tu Xiangtian: “.......”

Damn it!

This was simply killing with words.

His expression was uncertain, and he grunted, saying:

“Since you won’t give me a way out, then let’s perish together!”

With that, Tu Xiangtian’s face turned cold, his blood and Qi burned, and a terrifying aura erupted from his entire body.

“Burning essence blood, he’s going all out.”

Seeing this, Su Changqing grinned.

It was rare for a Late Stage Saint Martial Artist to go all out; the power he unleashed could even rival a Peak Saint in a short period of time.

Of course, it was only for a short time and could not sustain a long battle.

“Su Changqing, you forced me to do this!”

A fierce killing intent emanated from Tu Xiangtian’s eyes.

If he hadn't been forced, why would he burn his own essence blood to fight to the death?

This stuff had very obvious side effects; not only would his Lifespan be greatly reduced, but the difficulty of his future Breakthroughs would also greatly increase.

Su Changqing sneered, his figure like a ghost.

“You wouldn’t think you’re guaranteed to win like this, would you?”

With that, he waved his hand, and a chessboard appeared in his hand.

The chessboard was covered with various chess pieces, looking extremely terrifying.

The moment the chessboard appeared, Tu Xiangtian suddenly felt a terrifying aura.

“Just in time to test this star river chessboard on you!”

This chessboard was a treasure Su Changqing had recently acquired. It was an Immortal Artifact, extremely powerful, and not only that, but it could also imprison space and seal the Void Realm.

He casually tossed it, and the chessboard floated above his head, then firmly enveloped both Su Changqing and Tu Xiangtian within it.

Tu Xiangtian immediately smelled danger.

He tried to tear space to escape, but this chessboard actually imprisoned space.

“What level of treasure is this, that it can even imprison space? Could it be an Emperor-level treasure?”

Tu Xiangtian thought to himself.

However, Su Changqing wouldn't give him a chance.

He stood in the center of the chessboard, pointed casually, and a black chess piece shot straight towards Tu Xiangtian.

“Boom!”

The terrifying attack carried an endless momentum. The power of this strike actually surpassed the full-strength attack of a Late Stage Saint Martial Artist.

Tu Xiangtian’s face changed drastically, attempting to dodge, but Su Changqing merely sneered, and then dozens of black and white chess pieces shot straight towards the opponent.

Within this chessboard, he was the absolute king.

Unless the opponent could break the chessboard, otherwise, he would have to endure endless chess piece attacks.

“Rumble!”

Tu Xiangtian resisted with all his might, but the power of those chess pieces was too strong, and he was already severely wounded and unable to dodge in time, directly being hit by several chess pieces consecutively.

He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. Even though his essence blood was burning at this moment, he still couldn't block the chessboard’s offensive.

“Damn it, to catch the bandit, first catch the king! I’ll take down that kid Su Changqing first!”

Tu Xiangtian instantly made up his mind.

He flashed, heading straight for Su Changqing.

“Go to hell!”

He threw a punch, carrying endless anger and exhilaration, as if to tear Su Changqing apart.

“Bang!”

The punch landed on Su Changqing’s body, directly shattering him. Seeing this, Tu Xiangtian grinned:

“He’s dead, hahahahaha!”

However, before he could finish laughing, Su Changqing stood smiling in front of him.

What he had just shattered was merely a phantom of Su Changqing. Within this chessboard, every chess piece was his Clone.

“I’ve had enough fun, it’s time to send you on your way.”

He had pretty much explored the functions of the chessboard, and it was time to send this guy on his way.

Su Changqing clapped his hands together.

The next moment, countless chess pieces flew in from all directions, each piece containing the full-strength attack of a Late Stage Saint Martial Artist.

“No!!!”

Tu Xiangtian roared to the sky, his eyes filled with unwillingness.