Not only were the people in the third world awaiting Chu Feng’s arrival, but those outside the chess array were also fixated on the third world, eagerly anticipating his entrance.
Under their expectant gazes, Chu Feng finally appeared in the third world.
Since everyone had been tracking his whereabouts, the moment he materialized, he was immediately noticed by those inside and outside the array.
“Damn, Brother Chu Feng, you really made it!” Kong Tianhui exclaimed, brimming with excitement.
It wasn’t just Kong Tianhui—everyone else’s faces lit up with smiles.
If there had been any lingering doubts about Chu Feng’s abilities, those vanished the moment they saw him in the third world.
They were now certain: Chu Feng was an exceptional chess power expert.
A novice could never enter the third world.
Especially not at this moment—it was an extraordinary feat.
They all knew that entering the third world was easier earlier on, as the chess power requirement increased over time. This was to prevent people from lingering, building up chess power, and then entering higher worlds.
Simply put, at this point, even Kong Ci or Kong Tianhui couldn’t have moved from the second world to the third.
Yet Chu Feng had, proving his chess power surpassed theirs.
…
At this moment, Chu Feng waved casually at Kong Tianhui with a smile, saying nothing, and instead turned his gaze to the All-Heaven Star Domain youths.
“Sorry, I’m late,” Chu Feng said.
“What does this guy mean?” The All-Heaven youths exchanged confused glances.
They felt Chu Feng had misspoken. Shouldn’t he be addressing the Ancestral Martial youths? Why was he talking to them first?
Was this fool mistaking them for his allies?
That was the thought running through the All-Heaven youths’ minds.
“What I mean is, I didn’t care what you did before I got here,” Chu Feng continued. “But now that I’m here, this world belongs to the Ancestral Martial Star Domain. We’re taking over.”
His words carried a calm smile.
“Damn, who gave you that kind of confidence?”
Enraged, the seven All-Heaven youths charged toward Chu Feng.
*Boom—*
But before they could get close, a powerful gust of wind sent them flying back.
It was Chu Feng. An immense surge of chess power erupted from his body, sweeping like a hurricane and knocking the All-Heaven youths away.
“Such powerful chess power!”
Wuming Yuanzhi and the others had only heard of Chu Feng’s feats in the first and second worlds. Now, witnessing the overwhelming chess power he unleashed, they stood agape.
Even they had never seen such formidable chess power.
*Rumble—*
Suddenly, the ground began to shake violently. Cracks appeared, thick smoke rose, and the phenomenon spread across the entire world.
At a glance, it looked like the world was collapsing, with smoke and chaos everywhere.
“What’s happening?” Even Wuming Yuanzhi and the others began to panic.
“Don’t panic—it’s Chu Feng,” Xian Yun said.
“What? Chu Feng?”
Her words stunned Kong Ci, Long Ning, Kong Tianhui, and Wuming Yuanzhi, their faces etched with confusion.
*Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—*
In the next moment, brilliant golden objects shot out from the cracked earth, flying toward Kong Tianhui and the others.
They were, of course, the chess power treasures hidden in this world.
Seeing them, the All-Heaven youths—except for Nangong Yifan—sprang into action to seize them.
But what followed was a repeat of the first and second worlds.
When they approached the treasures, they were repelled by their powerful forces, some even injured in the process.
Then, under their disbelieving gazes, the treasures that rejected them flew to the Ancestral Martial youths and willingly settled on them.
It was as if they had chosen their masters.
With so many treasures, each Ancestral Martial youth had an average of seven or eight.
Kong Tianhui, in particular, was decked out with ten treasures: a helmet on his head, armor on his body, wind-and-fire wheels on his feet, a giant axe in his left hand, a spear in his right, a longsword at his waist, and two broadswords on his back.
All were chess power treasures.
The more treasures one had, the stronger their chess power. Thus, Kong Tianhui, previously the weakest in chess power, was now the strongest among the Ancestral Martial youths.
“Damn, Little Sister Xian Yun, are you saying… this is all Brother Chu Feng’s doing?” Kong Tianhui gaped at his treasures, his mouth wide enough to swallow someone whole.
Not just him—Kong Ci, Long Ning, Wuming Yuanzhi, and the others stared at Xian Yun in shock.
“Why ask me? Why not ask Young Master Chu Feng directly?” Xian Yun said with a smile.
At that, everyone turned their gazes to Chu Feng.
“Are these treasures a good fit?” Chu Feng asked with a grin.
His words confirmed everything—this was indeed his doing.
Suddenly, Kong Tianhui, Kong Ci, and Long Ning rushed toward Chu Feng.
“Damn, Brother Chu Feng, how did you do it?” Kong Tianhui asked, brimming with curiosity.
“Big Brother Chu Feng, you’re amazing! You’re totally my idol!” Long Ning’s big eyes sparkled with admiration.
Kong Ci gave Chu Feng a hard pat on the shoulder, grinning. “Not bad, Chu Feng. I underestimated you. Who knew you were hiding so much?”
In that moment, praise for Chu Feng poured in, and the joyful atmosphere felt less like a battlefield and more like a cheerful gathering.
At least for now, they seemed to have forgotten they were still in a chess array battle.
“You think you’ve already won?”
A cold voice suddenly cut through.
At those words, the smiling faces of Kong Ci and the others froze, and they turned to look back.
The speaker was Nangong Yifan.
And for the first time since entering the array, Nangong Yifan, who had remained motionless, was now walking step by step toward the Ancestral Martial youths.
Seeing this, Kong Ci and the others’ brows furrowed.
Though they were now armed with chess power treasures, their chess power greatly enhanced, the sight of Nangong Yifan’s confident demeanor made their hearts waver.
After all, within this chess array, Nangong Yifan was their true nightmare.
