Lu Mingshu had doubts in her eyes, "Grandmaster, are you sure?"
Grandmaster laughed, "What, you're afraid I won't be able to handle it?"
"It's not what disciple means."
"Then come on!" Grandmaster waved his hand in a manner that suggested he was ready for whatever she threw at him.
Lu Mingshu asked again, "How much strength should disciple use?"
"Use as much as you can." Grandmaster grew impatient, "Stop dilly-dallying and hurry up!"
Was that a cue to go all out?
Lu Mingshu steeled her mind, "Then please forgive disciple's impertinence."
"Make it quick..."
Before Grandmaster could finish his sentence, a sword light flew out from her sleeve and in the blink of an eye, it expanded into a ring of light.
In an instant, the entire pavilion was engulfed in brilliant sword light, the vicious intent to kill filled the air.
With a "whoosh," the chessboard in front of them flipped completely, scattering black and white pieces everywhere.