Chapter 162 Mother of Dragons

"Weak!"

"Weak!"

"It's truly too weak!"

Watching the Zhi River Dragon King, sweating profusely with restless eyes, Li Jing couldn't help but slightly shake his head, his face full of disdain.

"You!"

The Zhi River Dragon King did not expect Li Jing's chess skill to be so advanced, nor did he expect Li Jing to be so venomously tongue-in-cheek, leaving no room for face-saving.

But before he could erupt in anger, with a gentle wave of Li Jing's hand, the curtain in the center of the tent fell, revealing dozens of chessboards arranged with unfinished games.

"If the Dragon King is not convinced, we can continue the contest! You take black and make the first move! Just win one game, and this poor Taoist will concede defeat!"

Listening to Li Jing's contemptuous and seemingly insulting words, the Zhi River Dragon King couldn't help but flare up in rage.

Ha, too dismissive of dragons!

A gentleman may be killed but cannot be humiliated!