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As the saying goes, it was fast and swift.
To the outside world, Song Yan and Li Shanhai were just sitting on a green stone by the bridge, setting up a chessboard and each placing one piece.
Once a piece was placed, Li Shanhai stroked his beard and smiled, then suddenly became still, only to be blown by the cold wind, turning into ashes, intending to drift away with the wind.
Song Yan promptly opened his eyes, slightly grasped with his five fingers, solidified the ashes, and stored them in an urn.
He knew Li Shanhai's injuries were extraordinarily severe but never expected that just one game would lead to complete death and Dao disappearance, making it impossible for him to even become a Ghost Cultivator.
What kind of death was this?
From the sky came the mournful cry of the Ice Abyss Phoenix.
The Li Family members seemed to sense something, knelt down in a dense crowd, crying out: "Old Ancestor!"
