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Chapter 168: One sword breaks all laws, when my flower blooms, all other flowers will die!

“Rhine… what is he doing?”

“He wouldn’t be planning to play wizard’s chess against all these champions at once, and give them a head start, would he?”

Outside the dark chessboard, Hermione, Harry, and Ron watched the changes within the board, their faces filled with worry.

Although Rhine seemed omnipotent in their eyes, this was the legendary Dark Duel. Losing a single game could mean death.

Even Rhine made them break out in a cold sweat.

Hidden in the shadows, Voldemort's eyes revealed a look of understanding, as if he had figured out what was happening.

“Rhine Snow’s mastery of soul magic should have been enough to ensure his safe departure from the dark chessboard.”

“But he forcibly rescued Ron Weasley, wasting his chance to save himself, so he has to face the dark chessboard now.”

“The already harsh rules have become even stricter, requiring him to play and win against ten wizard’s chess champions simultaneously to leave.”

Quirrell then let out a long breath.

“So that’s how it is.”

“I underestimated Rhine Snow’s magical strength. I didn’t expect him to have dabbled in soul magic, which caused some complications earlier.”

“But this trap designed for him has finally worked. As long as the result is good, that’s all that matters. He’s doomed this time.”

Quirrell quickly took another sip of champagne to calm his nerves.

At this moment, faint words flickered on Rhine’s system screen.

【You charged into the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls with your sword, your pure sword intent actually cutting a gap, rescuing Lei Zhenzi, but instead you fell into the Soul Trapping Array】

【Touched by your pure sword intent, these ten souls, also sword cultivators, are also bursting with sword intent, ten sword intents soaring】

【Having devoted their lives to the sword, they cast aside everything after death, erupting with the most brilliant sword intent, the strongest move of their lives】

【The sword souls condense their fingers, gather their energy, and suddenly—】

【The empty world spreads, sword intent scatters between heaven and earth, the wailing of ghosts and gods suddenly disappears, leaving only the low吟 of the sword souls—】

【All things in heaven and earth are swords, gods, ghosts, demons, and evils are swords, countless tribulations, the universe and the sky are all swords, this is called—Myriad Gods Tribulation!】

【Sword energy roars, transforming into a world of swords, obscuring the sun and moon, enveloping you within!】

Rhine’s gaze fell on the ten chessboards. On the chessboards, white pieces flickered.

The souls of the ten wizard’s chess champions had already made their moves, their most skilled and proud chess paths in life already engraved in their souls.

If a sword has sword intent, then what is reflected on the chessboard at this moment is the chess soul!

Rhine’s expression was solemn as he waved his fingers.

Black pieces moved in turn, responding to the chess paths of the ten souls opposite him.

【Facing the sword cultivator souls in the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls, the host's boldness remains undiminished】

【Although you are all sword dao seniors, with pure sword intent, my sword will not yield to saints, nor will it retreat before the heavenly dao, what is there to fear?】

【If a sword has an ultimate, then I am confident that my sword is the ultimate. Today's battle will reach the pinnacle!】

For a time, black and white intertwined on the chessboard, as if something had firmly fixed everyone's gaze.

Hermione and the others were dazzled.

Although they all knew how to play wizard’s chess, it was just for entertainment. They couldn’t understand the profound chess paths.

Hermione and Harry frequently turned to Ron, asking about the current situation.

Ron remained silent, only sweat seeping from his forehead, his palms gradually clenching.

At this moment, Voldemort was also questioning Quirrell.

He had never been interested in wizard’s chess and the like. His level was probably even worse than Harry and Hermione.

But Quirrell, as a Ravenclaw, was not good at Quidditch, but he was still skilled in wizard’s chess.

Seeing Rhine’s chess path, Quirrell’s face revealed joy.

“Good!”

“This is not a common professional opening in wizard’s chess; it belongs to the unorthodox.”

“If he goes this way, Rhine Snow will be at a disadvantage from the start!”

Hearing this, Voldemort’s worries finally subsided.

It seemed that no matter how talented Rhine Snow was in magic, he ultimately couldn’t compete with champion-level chess players in wizard’s chess.

It’s stable now, right?

However, given the previous lessons learned from targeting Rhine, Voldemort didn’t rush to sleep, but stared fixedly at the chessboard, determined to watch Rhine die in the Dark Duel before he could be completely relieved.

Quirrell, looking at Rhine’s subsequent chess path, shook his head repeatedly, his smile becoming more and more brilliant.

“Does Rhine really know how to play wizard’s chess?”

“Blunders, blunders, all blunders!”

After another dozen moves, Quirrell’s tense body relaxed, and he sipped his champagne.

“Rhine has already reached a critical moment of life and death.”

“Especially on the chessboard where he’s playing against the eight-time champion, the eight-time champion is fiercely attacking him.”

“Before long, Rhine will probably lose.”

Only time passed minute by minute, and black and white continued to flow and intertwine on the chessboard.

Voldemort hummed in confusion.

“Didn’t you say he was about to lose?”

“Why is he still playing?”

Quirrell’s face was full of confidence.

“Master, this is chess after all. As long as he hasn’t been checkmated, he can still play. If he has pieces, he can move them. Even a three-year-old child could struggle a bit.”

“In my opinion, it’s just a dying struggle.”

Just then, within the game, a voice of "Check Mate" sounded.

Quirrell was overjoyed.

“Master, he’s been checkmated!”

“Rhine he…”

Quirrell turned to look at the chessboard, about to report the good news to Voldemort.

But when he saw the situation on the chessboard, Quirrell’s joyful expression froze.

“? ? ? ”

“Wait, no, how did Rhine checkmate the opponent?!”

Voldemort couldn’t hold back either.

“Rhine had a disadvantage at the start, Rhine made a series of blunders, Rhine was struggling to death, and now you’re telling me Rhine won?”

“Quirrell, do you even know how to play wizard’s chess?!”

At the same time, words appeared on Rhine’s system screen.

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【In the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls, within the Soul Trapping Array, sword souls stand horizontally in the air, their sword intent gradually converging and falling】

【The host raises his sword and lifts his eyebrows, a sound of 'Thank you for the match', and suddenly the sword souls shatter, the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls loses its main soul support, collapsing suddenly, and the Soul Trapping Array also perishes】

【It is indeed—one sword breaks ten thousand laws, after my flower blooms, a hundred flowers wither!】

Then Rhine took a step and walked out of the dark chessboard.

Hermione and Harry were about to say something, but the next second they were all hit by the Stunning Spell.

Including everyone else in the field, they all fell into a coma.

Quirrell was stunned for a moment, looking at Voldemort.

“Master?”

“Did you do it?”

Voldemort also looked equally perplexed.

“It wasn’t me. I never use the Stunning Spell.”

“If it were me, it should be the Killing Curse.”

“Then it’s Rhine Snow?”

“What is he going to do?”

Rhine’s eyes were deep as he glanced at the unconscious Hermione and the others.

What was about to happen next was not suitable for the young wizards to see.

Immediately, Rhine’s eyes revealed a fiery light, his gaze falling on the ten souls in the dark chessboard, and he whispered.

“Souls, return—!”

“Hurry!”

In the next moment, the ten souls were like being attracted by a huge suction force, rushing towards Rhine.

Only Rhine could see the outline of the Judge's Pen, which began to become clearer after these ten souls, filled with pure obsession, were injected.

And Voldemort, who witnessed this scene, was frightened out of his wits, repeatedly urging Quirrell.

“What are you doing standing there?”

“Run! Run quickly!”

Quirrell also reacted. Although he didn’t know what Rhine was doing, judging from Voldemort’s reaction, it was probably some extremely terrifying magic.

He quickly ran away from the backstage with all his might, and only after leaving the venue far away did he wipe the cold sweat from his forehead and ask Voldemort.

“Master, what was Rhine Snow doing just now?”

Voldemort snorted coldly, a strange look in his eyes.

“Don’t ask about things you shouldn’t ask.”

His gaze turned towards the direction of the venue.

That’s right, there was no mistake.

Ten souls were all sucked away by Rhine using some kind of magic, evil, extremely evil, soul-manipulating magic!

This kind of magic, even Voldemort, the master of dark magic, only knew one, and that was—Horcrux!

A storm surged in Voldemort’s heart.

He thought he had hidden well enough in Hogwarts back then, creating several Horcruxes without being discovered.

But at that time, although Dumbledore was watching him, he was not yet the headmaster.

But now, that old thing Dumbledore has been the headmaster for so many years, there is almost nothing that can be hidden from him in Hogwarts.

Rhine Snow actually still has a way to create Horcruxes under Dumbledore’s nose?

And as soon as he made a move, it was such a big deal, manipulating ten souls?

Evil!

This little wizard is simply too evil!

Only then did Voldemort gnash his teeth.

Such an evil little wizard, and Dumbledore actually let him participate in the protection of the Philosopher’s Stone?

Dumbledore, you’re confused, aren’t you letting a wolf into the house?!

No, the Philosopher’s Stone must not fall into the hands of this evil little wizard!

Voldemort said to Quirrell.

“Quick!”

Quirrell was stunned.

“Master, I’m already running at full speed, I can’t go any faster.”

Voldemort said, hating that he couldn’t make iron from mud.

“I’m telling you to hurry to Hogwarts and ask Dumbledore!”