When the chess piece landed on the board, it was still trembling, but at the moment of placement, the vitality within the piece rebounded, and a powerful surge of energy erupted across the board, causing Mo Ya Monk's tiger mouth to split, and the hand holding the piece was covered in fine cuts from the energy.
The chessboard's bounceback made the Zoroastrian Fire Order unwilling to take further risks; Zhou Xuan's intimidation truly compelled it to halt.
"Bang!"
Mo Ya Monk once again slammed the chessboard heavily, venting the anger in his heart. He had only placed a few pieces but had already lost composure many times; the elegance of the past was all gone.
He had never expected that the madmen of the Fire Sect would be threatened by Zhou Xuan, and even more absurd, the threat actually worked!
A lunatic threatens a fool, a mad and foolish one threatens a lunatic—this utterly ridiculous scenario unfolded vividly in front of him.
"Damn it, Grandma's damn it."
