Chapter 166: Shocking Scam

Who would have thought that bursting with joy into the Sacred Medicine Garden would ultimately lead to such a world-shattering change?

A group of king-level creatures roared, their bodies glowing as they exhausted all their energy and released their potential to protect themselves, while also fleeing rapidly.

However, it was too late. After these silver-white walnuts fell, they obliterated everything, incredibly violent, enough to destroy mountains and evaporate rivers.

For a moment, silver energy surged and shot skyward, and mushroom clouds blossomed one after another here, appearing somewhat beautiful from a distance.

But this was cruel. The silver clouds carried blood, and blood flowers bloomed one after another, becoming a tragic and vibrant embellishment.

"Ah..." Some beast kings roared and howled, but it was useless. They were quickly torn to shreds. This silver energy was too terrifying; it wasn't a true nuclear bomb, but its power was so immense it made even beast kings tremble.

It was simply unstoppable. That walnut tree was too mysterious; it possessed unparalleled destructive power.

It only had a faint will, yet the fruits it bore were terrifying to the extreme.

This was a "Battle Saint Tree" that obeyed human commands, only just beginning to revive.

It dropped a total of ten fruits, which flew in all directions, exploding simultaneously and covering the entire small world. The vast silver radiance was dazzling, more terrifying than thunder from the heavens, horrifying to the extreme.

Inside the Sacred Medicine Garden, king-level blood splattered. Even king-level creatures, who could withstand ordinary missiles, could not endure this. Amidst the roar, as the silver energy swept through, they fell in swathes like straw, unable to defend themselves.

Their glowing bodies were pierced and shattered, resulting in countless casualties.

"Heh, truly magnificent," Schiller said. "The Vatican hasn't been bathed in such spiritual blood for many years. This place is too sacred."

He stood in the distance, a peaceful smile still on his face. Streaks of radiance overflowed from his pores, and his aura was growing stronger!

Because he was preparing for battle.

"The Myriad Spirit Blood Medicine can finally mature," the Arctic King said, with a cruel smile, his white hair moving without a breeze. He looked at Schiller and added, "So many king-level creatures from different races have died. That colorful sapling can surely grow now, right? I can't wait!"

This was a trap, harboring astonishing murderous intent!

The so-called opportunities in the Vatican, like the sacred fruits on the trees, were simply not potent enough. While there were indeed some buds that could help people evolve, they were very few.

Furthermore, they were useless to experts of their caliber!

Everything was designed to lure the kings here!

Schiller, who usually wore a kind smile and was known as the last knight of this era, acted with such ruthlessness in the end. He understood the Vatican and knew its secrets.

He had allied with the Arctic King and the Black Dragon King to set up a world-shattering trap, ambushing them here!

He needed the blood of the kings to nourish a mysterious plant, which was a true treasure medicine that could continuously evolve him.

"Old man, is this just the beginning, or the actual conclusion?" the Arctic King asked. "You're not plotting against me too, are you?"

The Arctic King suddenly turned and looked at Schiller.

Schiller's origins were mysterious. He was known as the last Bright Knight of the Church, but in the Arctic King's view, calling him a Dark Knight would be more fitting.

"You worry too much," Schiller said. "Let's prepare for battle instead. Some people certainly won't die, and will require our intervention."

"I hope we're overthinking things," the Black Dragon King said, as he also appeared. "But the Church has always been unfathomable; how could there be only a knight like you, who has nearly fallen into darkness?"

"Even in light, there are shadows behind you. Whose path would be any different?" Schiller, bathed in radiance, said, "Rest assured, I am cooperating with you sincerely."

"We'll trust you for now!" the Black Dragon King replied.

"Let's look further ahead," Schiller said. "For every famous mountain, there is a path. One day, this world will undergo a massive change! What if those people arrive then? We will have already risen, inherently invincible! What if they possess sacred ancient methods?"

Schiller spoke, his aura becoming terrifying, and sacred radiance shot skyward from within his body!

"The Sacred Medicine Garden belongs to us," he declared. "As the barrier continuously opens, we will possess everything!"

Inside the Sacred Medicine Garden, the final explosion of the silver walnuts finally ended, and the mushroom clouds dispersed.

At this point, let alone ordinary king-level creatures, even the Undying Phoenix King fell from mid-air. This peerless expert, who had broken six shackles, was bleeding profusely, her black wings covered in scars and blood.

What was more, the rusty greatsword on her back actually began to glow, incredibly sacred, and violently hacked at her own body.

She had arrived relatively late precisely to subdue the Church's guardian weapon. Otherwise, she might have discovered that those strange fruits were problematic. Instead, as soon as she approached the sacred ancient tree area, she encountered this unexpected turn of events, and even the sword began to backfire against her.

"Roar..." On the other side, brilliant white light shone as the Silvermoon Wolf King howled at the sky. He was also in a miserable state, covered in blood, with a bloodied hole in his chest, and one arm hanging limply.

This was a peerless expert; even though he stood at the current apex of power, he was still injured by the silver walnuts, with many wounds on his body.

The Wolf King's blood flowed, carrying dazzling light. Piercing silver beams shot from his pupils, and he held a long spear in his other hand, his arm trembling violently.

At this moment, both peerless experts understood: this was a death trap, prepared specifically to deal with them. Experts were lying in wait outside the Sacred Medicine Garden, ready to deliver the final blow.

"Clang!" The rusty greatsword and the lightning-like war spear emitted brilliant sacred radiance in the hands of the Undying Phoenix King and the Silvermoon Wolf King, illuminating the entire small world.

They coughed up blood one after another, and finally threw down their weapons. It was all in vain; they simply couldn't suppress the mysterious weapons.

They were decisive, turning and leaving immediately.

Outside the Sacred Medicine Garden, the entire divine city was glowing, forming vast energy that resisted the destructive power unleashed by the exploding silver walnuts.

Even now, the divine city still exuded a sacred aura, blocking the aftershocks.

Legend has it that during the Church's most glorious era one or two millennia ago, this city was like this every day, peaceful and bright, day and night.

"Heh heh..." Above the cathedral, Schiller was smiling. Though old, his posture was now ramrod straight, and he was enveloped in holy light.

"It's our turn to act," he said. His curly hair was glowing, intense and brilliant, and the wrinkles on his face seemed carved from metal, revealing a powerful aura.

At this moment, he was like a Holy Knight from ancient times. With one step, the void trembled violently, and he instantly appeared on the street. With a clang, he wielded a greatsword, blocking the Silvermoon Wolf King.

The Wolf King's speed was astonishing, and he arrived radiating brilliant energy. He extended a large paw that seemed capable of tearing the heavens and earth apart, as silver light enveloped the area.

As a peerless expert who had broken six shackles, his strength was beyond doubt. He maintained his human form, but transformed one hand into a wolf's paw, astonishingly large, enough to cover a small hilltop.

This was a nearly supernatural ability!

However, Schiller smiled, calm and utterly fearless. The greatsword in his hand was extremely dazzling, beams of light shooting skyward, and he swung it forward with great force, aiming to sever the Wolf King's paw.

This place erupted with a sound more terrifying than thunder, reverberating in all directions.

Inside the Sacred Medicine Garden, a few surviving king-level creatures had just managed to stand up. However, under the earth-shattering blow from the two peerless experts, their bodies swayed, and they fell back into the pool of blood.

The full-power strike from the two experts was exceptionally terrifying, like two suns exploding, sending overwhelming silver waves sweeping outwards from their center.

The Wolf King was sent flying backward, with multiple wounds on his body bursting open and blood gushing out. It wasn't that his strength was inferior to his opponent's, but that he had been too severely wounded earlier in the Sacred Medicine Garden.

"Roar..." The Silvermoon Wolf King roared. For an instant, the void seemed to freeze. For a brief moment, Schiller lost focus, his body and spirit stiffening slightly.

This was an ability the Wolf King gained after breaking a certain shackle. He transformed into a white bolt of lightning and flashed past, of course, not forgetting to extend a large claw towards Schiller's neck.

Schiller was powerful, and as a peerless expert himself, he could not be killed so easily. At the last moment, his greatsword appeared horizontally, blocking his neck and parrying the large claw.

The Silvermoon Wolf King did not fight him to the death, but rushed past directly. On the street, the air exploded. The Wolf King's speed was astonishing, several times the speed of sound, as he fled desperately.

At their level, who could force him into such a state? It was mainly because the silver walnut explosion had severed one of his arms and pierced his chest.

"Wolf King, you won't escape!" Schiller declared. He was in no hurry, pursuing him unhurriedly from behind. He seemed relaxed, but his speed was terrifying.

At the very least, he hadn't lost track of the Silvermoon Wolf King, and was even closing in.

"Old man, be careful not to get yourself in trouble," the Arctic King said. He leaped down from the cathedral, standing outside the Sacred Medicine Garden.

"There's another big fish inside; don't let him escape!" Schiller's voice came from afar, warning the Arctic King.

Suddenly, a fierce explosion echoed in the sky!

There were two figures: a massive black dragon and a black phoenix radiating dark light. They appeared together, as if myths were coming to life.

The Black Dragon King blocked the Undying Phoenix King, engaging in fierce combat. Dragon energy and black flames filled the sky as they fought intensely.

The Undying Phoenix King coughed up blood and fled in a certain direction, with the Black Dragon King in close pursuit.

"Old man, stop hiding. We've known you were here all along," the Arctic King said, addressing the bloody, ruined Sacred Medicine Garden.

An old man stood up from among the piles of dead bodies, coughing and covered in blood. Two terrifying beams of light shot from his eyes. This was a creature who had broken six shackles.

In fact, the Vatican had a total of six grand masters. This particular individual had been in hiding, but Schiller had long since discovered him.

"Kill!" The old man did not reveal his true form but roared and charged forward. He wanted to carve out a path to survival.

A fierce battle erupted; it was a duel between peerless experts!

Soon, the old man was wounded, covered in bloodstains. His chest and abdomen had already been split open, nearly disintegrating under the silver walnut tree's bombardment. Now his injuries were compounded.

He finally found an opportunity and fled all the way out.

The Arctic King sneered, following behind and intermittently unleashing terrifying energy forward, causing the old man to cough up blood frequently.

The Vatican fell silent. The Sacred Medicine Garden area was covered in blood. Beast kings' fur, scales, and bone fragments were scattered everywhere, and very few survived.

"It's our turn to act; let's finish them off!"

Just then, several men and women wearing bright armor appeared. All were king-level creatures, advancing into the Sacred Medicine Garden. Among them was Ovid, who had once been very hospitable to Chu Feng and others, leading them to familiarize themselves with various parts of the city.

Not far away, Scarlet Scale also appeared with several powerful individuals. He had been summoned back from the Sacred Medicine Garden by the Black Dragon King at the last moment. Only then did he realized how dangerous the place was.

Not far away, several subordinates brought by the Arctic King also appeared.

*Thud! Thud! Thud!*

These people walked into the Sacred Medicine Garden. Whenever they saw a creature, they delivered a final blow, severing all heads, regardless of whether the creature was alive, decisively and calmly.

A hundred meters underground, Chu Feng, Yellow Ox, and Big Black Ox were covered in wounds. Even though they had dug frantically all the way down, they were still severely injured by the silver walnuts' energy.

Their advantage over others was that they had noticed something was wrong early. They had originally intended to escape in one go, but ultimately couldn't escape; there wasn't enough time.

They only managed to escape much further than others. At the last moment, Chu Feng used the Vajra to pierce the ground, and they plunged down, digging frantically, which is how they saved their lives.

"What is this? Is it a diamond? And so big!" Big Black Ox dug out a reddish crystal from his wound, about the size of a baby's fist, radiating a reddish glow.

"Damn it, that hurts! And there are more!" Big Black Ox cursed. Several such stones were embedded in the wound beneath his backside.

Yellow Ox's eyes immediately widened, and he snatched them away.

"Shh!" Chu Feng gestured, indicating not to make any noise, as the murderous aura above ground was too intense, permeating even underground.