NOVPUB"You're right,"
With disheveled hair and an unrecognizable face, Han Xiang's voice rang out like a bell, pausing after each word, "In a narrow path, the brave wins, let us decide the outcome with this move!"
After he spoke, he controlled the chessboard, carrying the flying sword and black and white chess pieces, charging towards the White Robe with a fierce and fearless momentum, Mana as vast as the ocean.
The White Robe still remained motionless.
But this time...
He truly did not make a move.
He let all the attacks hit him, his physical body shattering, turning to ash in an instant, without a trace of blood or flesh.
Amidst the dust.
Only a used talisman slowly drifted down.
The Illusion Talisman!
Long ago, at the Fish and Dragon Collection in Daze Fang City, he had bought two talismans from old man Mo Zhu: one Flying Swallow Talisman and one Illusion Talisman, which he used here.
Only to see.
Not only was the White Robe an illusion from the talisman.
The Soldier Immortal Han Xiang was the same.
After this strike.
All the Magic Artifacts lost their spirit light and clattered to the ground, Han Xiang's figure also dissipated and vanished, leaving behind only a used talisman.
And his true body had already appeared hundreds of yards away!
A gecko shedding its tail.
To abandon his Magic Artifacts as a ruse to confuse the enemy, then taking the opportunity to flee.
However.
After flying a great distance, Han Xiang realized that the White Robe had not been fooled at all; on the ground below, the White Robe, carrying the flames, moved at a speed no less than his own, until a White Horse merged with him, a burst of spirit light making their speeds completely even.
"Hiss—"
The white steed flew by in an instant, soaring into the sky.
Chen Sansi, standing on the stirrups for leverage, leapt again, finally catching up, the Silver Dragon in his hand igniting once more, True Power surging forth, engulfing the heart.
Han Xiang, out of talismans and having lost his Magic Artifacts, had no means left to resist, and could only struggle in vain, forming seals with both hands, summoning a shield made of vines in front of him.
The shield burned up in an instant under the True Power flames, and the long spear faced no more obstacles, piercing through the Soldier Immortal's heart like a blade through paper.
The blood that Han Xiang had been choking on was dried up, and his body fell straight from the sky, crashing heavily onto a sharp stone pillar, impaling him, nailing him to the ground.
"Heh heh..."
He no longer felt any pain, just parts of his body gradually going numb, his vision blurring, only seeing flames falling in front of him.
"Why..."
Han Xiang's voice was weak, his last breath full of endless unwillingness, "You will die..."
Indeed.
The White Robe had won.
But he truly was gambling with his life.
After this great battle.
Chen Sansi was bound to be gravely injured!
Before his breakthrough, there was also a significant chance that he would die.
Was it worth it...
Why should a chess player die with his chess pieces?
He lost this game of chess.
In the future, he could simply find another way to win back.
If the chess player dies.
There would be no more games to play.
"Do you still remember the first time you led troops?"
That's what the White Robe asked.
"The first time leading troops?"
Han Xiang's body was ruined, but his mind was extraordinarily clear, and he soon found a speck of dust in the vast sea of memories, the scenes within becoming more distinct.
It was the first half of his life.
He had been fond of military tactics since childhood, determined to become a grandmaster of strategy. However, born into poverty in an isolated place, and after his parents passed away, he couldn't even afford food and became dependent on others, earning a bad reputation.
Then chaos descended upon the world.
He joined the local Rebel Leader, wanting to be a strategist under his command, but was only allowed to be a big soldier and was wrongly directed to go on a suicidal mission.
So.
He became a deserter.
Fleeing to a mountain, he became acquainted with a group of bandits from the Green Forest.
There weren't many in the stronghold, just over a hundred.
But they appreciated his talents and were willing to follow him down the mountain to do something big.
Afterward...
Han Xiang strove to remember.
With just 120 men, he captured a Prefecture City.
This great victory won the appreciation of a local noble.
So.
He led his brothers under the noble's command and was given two thousand troops.
That day.
Was the happiest day of Han Xiang's life.
Over a hundred of them got drunk in celebration.
Afterward...
There was the noble's uprising, and endless warfare.
How many battles there were.
Han Xiang could no longer remember.
All he knew was.
He had never been defeated.
Not even once. 𝘯𝑜𝑣𝑝𝑢𝘣.𝑐𝑜𝑚
His men grew from one hundred to ten thousand, and then to hundreds of thousands!
Just that...
The men from the mountain stronghold, those who had been with him in the beginning, perished along the way.
After that.
Han Xiang had no more attachments and became even stronger.
The mountains and rivers were his chessboard.
The black and white pieces were the enemy and ally.
At the start of every battle, everything in his mind turned into numbers, always using his own pieces to take out the enemy's pieces.
As for what these pieces meant.
Han Xiang had long forgotten.
All he remembered was.
In hundreds of battles big and small, he never tasted defeat!
It was as though he was a deity in control of the world!
Latter.
After uniting the Central Plains and extinguishing seven kingdoms!
He faced the Emperor's jealousy.
Han Xiang then took his chance and entered the Cultivation World.
After beginning cultivation.
Sitting in meditation every day.
He felt lonely, and playing chess with a peer from the Daoist circle offered no joy.
Han Xiang was an Inner Sect Disciple, not obliged to participate in this mission to get the Foundation Establishment Pill, yet he still came.
What he wanted was to find the feeling of leading troops like in the past.
But...
During his fight with the White Robe, after a brief excitement, Han Xiang once again fell into a void of loneliness.
He thought it was because he held the winning hand that he felt so calm.
But not until this moment…
