Chapter 195: Top Experts Clash

Silence fell over the scene. Who could have imagined such a dramatic turn on the battlefield, with so many formidable experts who had broken through the six shackles suddenly appearing in just moments?

Absolute silence reigned; everyone was stunned. Even the Eastern side was no exception. Many of them had just felt their hearts sink, so how could they have foreseen the situation reversing instantly, shifting them from a passive position to holding absolute initiative?

So many supremely powerful kings, each one a peerless being who could look down on all others! Usually, it was difficult to even catch a glimpse of one, but now they were all gathered at Kunlun Mountain!

The next moment, the area erupted. On the Kunlun Mountain side, from the king-level powerhouses down to the ordinary "lesser beings," all began to shout, their cheers deafening.

"Haha, this is too formidable! Let's see how your so-called Eastern Expeditionary Force can still stir up trouble this time, and where you can run!"

"Dreaming of occupying Kunlun Mountain? Keep dreaming! Not a single member of the Eastern Expeditionary Force will escape. No, this time, we will launch a Western expedition, killing all the way to the West!"

Over on the Western faction's side, there was a vast, dense crowd. In terms of numbers alone, they clearly had the advantage, thousands strong, outnumbering Kunlun Mountain's forces. But now, many were afraid. From king-level beings to awakened creatures and exceptional individuals, all were terrified, for this time, they had truly met their match!

Who could have foreseen such a sudden and rapid reversal of the situation? Just moments ago, people on the Western side were cheering, certain of victory and convinced that Kunlun was about to fall. But now, it was as if cold water had been thrown over them. They shivered uncontrollably, filled with immense fear. These people had a premonition that they would likely perish in the East; many of them might never leave this land alive.

Earlier, they had been too optimistic. The Eastern Expeditionary Army was vast and imposing, intending to invade Kunlun Mountain and wipe out its kings in a single battle. But then again, didn't their opponents also want to eliminate them?

"What should we do? Should we flee? But if we scatter and flee, we'll be relentlessly pursued and die an even more miserable death!"

"How lamentable and regrettable! We got carried away and provoked all the terrifying kings of the East who had broken through the six shackles. This time, we'll die without a proper burial!"

These people were terrified, their hearts filled with despair. Anyone seeing this formation knew their cause was lost. How could this situation be reversed now? It was already beyond saving.

"Perhaps we still have hidden peerless masters on our side; that will be our only hope!" someone whispered.

"I think the East must also have trump cards," an expert who had broken through five shackles lamented. "Judging by their actions, this time they intend to wipe us all out and destroy us!"

At this moment, not only were the rank-and-file terrified, but even the peerless masters within the Eastern Expeditionary Force were completely frozen in place. Now they were completely flummoxed; to think such a situation would arise!

The old lion was radiating faint golden blood energy that surged heavenward. He was indeed terrifyingly powerful, with almost invincible strength, but now, even he felt a prickle of unease. On the opposite side, there were simply too many experts who had broken through the six shackles. Who knew if there were any others who hadn't shown themselves yet? If they truly charged, it would almost be two against one! Not long ago, he had been brimming with confidence, intending to destroy Kunlun Mountain and look down on the Mastiff King, the old ape, and others. Now, the old lion was quickly losing his composure.

The Black Dragon King's expression flickered; he clenched his fists but dared not unleash his power. How could this be? He felt an urge to curse aloud! It had been such a favorable situation; he had thought they would decide everything in one battle. How could he have known everything would turn around and put them in grave danger? What especially made the Black Dragon King's heart pound was the golden roc on the opposite side, eyeing him menacingly, its gaze fixed on him with radiating murderous intent. This was a natural enemy, their racial natures in opposition; legend said the great roc fed on dragons and serpents. This made the Black Dragon King uneasy, as that roc seemed exceptionally terrifying.

As for the Arctic King, he had already been wounded by the Mastiff King, and his face grew even paler. He was now contemplating how to escape. The ancient Yoga Master, Fan Lin, even had sweat appearing on his gleaming bald head. Earlier, he had been calm, composed, and detached, but now he was incredibly apprehensive. The old Vampire King, with his pale complexion, was already preparing to flee. In this situation, there was no way to fight a decisive battle; if the dozen or so terrifying experts who had broken through the six shackles on the opposite side attacked together, they could definitely surround and kill them.

Schiller's mood was terrible. Originally, everything had been under control. Not long ago, he had still been sneering, declaring he would crush the Kunlun Mountain kings with absolute power. But in the blink of an eye, it was as if he had been slapped, completely dazed. On the opposite side, how many beings had broken through the six shackles? A full thirteen of them—it was simply terrifying! Especially being betrayed by his "allies" made him so frustrated he wanted to vomit blood. Clearly, the Peacock King and the Golden Crow King had sold him out; otherwise, how could the three palace masters of Bajing Palace, Yuxu Palace, and Biyou Palace have arrived together?

This shift in power meant five more formidable enemies, individuals who hadn't originally been accounted for. Furthermore, Shushan Sword Palace and Kongtong Mountain, which he had thought were tied down, had surprisingly not been deterred; their respective leaders had arrived in person. And that old lama, he was actually a hidden peerless master of Kunlun Mountain, never heard of before!

Schiller had always been deep-minded. This time, he had schemed to take over the Eastern Land of Myriad Gods, expending vast energy to gather a host of peerless experts, yet this was the situation he ultimately faced. Now he felt like spitting blood, his heart filled with boundless rage. He was truly unwilling to accept this!

After a brief silence, to everyone's surprise, the first to break the stillness was actually the Siberian Tiger King, who moved away from Schiller, the Black Dragon King, and the others.

"Everyone, please don't misunderstand," it announced. "I am not a Siberian Tiger; I am a Northeast Tiger. I am also a king of the East, and I bear no ill will!"

This ferocious tiger was extremely massive, dozens of meters tall and nearly a hundred meters long. Its blood energy surged heavenward, clearly marking it as a wild and ferocious beast king. No one had expected it to say such a thing, leaving many speechless. Aren't Siberian Tigers and Northeast Tigers the same species? This one was clearly trying to curry favor, attempting to classify itself as a king of the East. It looked like it was about to turn on Schiller and the others. Many inwardly grumbled, thinking that the Northeast Tiger, known as the King of Beasts, was actually a turncoat.

"That's not right," the Mastiff King said. "There's a Tiger King in the Northeast, and you rule in Siberia. And today you came to aid the Eastern Expeditionary Force. Do you think you can just dismiss it like that?"

"If you want us to overlook it, you can," said the Huashan Sect Master, the Golden-Winged Great Roc King. "Go kill an expert who has broken through the six shackles!" Its body was entirely golden, radiating a terrifying aura, and it rarely had a match among its peers.

"This..." The Siberian Tiger King hesitated. Turn around and kill Schiller, the Arctic King, and the others? This put him in a difficult position.

Schiller shouted, "Everyone, this is not the time to hesitate! If you want to survive, you can only join forces and fight them to the death. If you waver in your confidence, then you truly will die without a proper burial!" He did not want to see the Siberian Tiger betray them. Although he guessed it couldn't make up its mind immediately, he absolutely could not tolerate any signs of betrayal from their current allies.

"That's right," the Black Dragon King roared. "The number of top-tier powerhouses on both sides is not vastly different. We may yet win! Today, I will kill one or two of them!" When he said he would kill one or two, he wasn't referring to ordinary powerhouses, but to peerless kings who had broken through the six shackles. As a dragon, he indeed had reason to be proud; he surpassed other races in many aspects and had rarely met his match.

"Haha..." On the opposite side, the Huashan Sect Master, the Golden-Winged Great Roc King, burst into laughter. In an instant, its entire body radiated brilliant light, unleashing dazzling energy fluctuations. "Big lizard with wings, you're too arrogant," the Roc King roared loudly, "though you barely have the character 'dragon' in your name. Today, I will kill you and feed on you!" It radiated brilliant golden light like a sun, making it impossible to open one's eyes.

Many in the Western faction trembled, for when they looked at this roc, it was as if they were facing a deity!

"I will kill you!" the Black Dragon King roared. Then, he turned to look at the others in the Western faction and said, "Everyone, this is not the time to hesitate. We must fight with all our might!"

"Charge!"

Blazing golden light and dark light erupted simultaneously. The battle between peerless powerhouses immediately began as the Black Dragon King and the Golden-Winged Great Roc King charged into the battlefield. It was like a cataclysm! The void trembled, the sky shook, and the ground cracked open as a great explosion erupted from their immensely powerful collision!

"Roar..."

The next moment, dark light surged as the Black Dragon King revealed its true form, becoming a Western dragon hundreds of meters long. Its black body was covered in scales as cold and hard as metal. Its massive size exerted terrifying pressure on everyone, making heaven and earth tremble. The Golden-Winged Great Roc King also erupted with blazing golden light. Its hundred-meter-long body was as dazzling as the sun, and its terrifying aura surged, utterly awe-inspiring.

The two great powerhouses soared into the sky and began to fight fiercely!

"Everyone, now we can only fight with our backs against the wall," Schiller whispered, inviting the others to join the fray. "Believe that we ourselves are invincible, and sweep them away!"

"Alright, it seems we can only fight to the death!" the Vampire King said.

Schiller shouted towards the distant mountains, "To those who haven't shown yourselves yet, prepare to hunt! After we conquer Kunlun, we will all together seek the opportunity to become gods in the Land of Myriad Gods!"

This sent a chill down everyone's spine: Were there still reinforcements? Hearing this, the morale of the Eastern Expeditionary Force immediately lifted slightly. However, no one responded from the mountains.

"Who dares to fight me?" the old lion stepped forward, erupting with surging golden blood energy. That terrifying energy fluctuation made not only ordinary beings but even peerless experts who had broken through the six shackles feel a tremor in their hearts.

The master of Bajing Palace had an ordinary appearance, but his strength was astonishing. He strode forward, radiating a terrifying aura, about to attack the old lion, utterly fearless.

"Amitābha, allow me!" the old lama spoke. Draped in his kasaya, he walked forward step by step, saying, "You must have obtained some kind of Buddhist breathing technique, thus you have an affinity with my teachings. Today, I shall initiate you into the path."

"How dare you!"

The old lion roared, boundless in his might. With a single stride, he appeared close by, blasting a punch towards the old lama, which radiated thousands of golden lights. With a thunderous boom, heaven and earth shook violently. The old lama looked thin and aged, but his body contained boundless power. He extended a palm, and with a bang, firmly blocked the punch.

The attack power of these two was astonishing, and both were incredibly fast. In just a few exchanges, they had moved into the distant mountains, where one could see the old lion shatter a small mountain with a single punch. The old lama was equally terrifying. His kasaya was actually a weapon; it emitted a crimson light, flew out spinning, and leveled a mountaintop!

A peerless battle erupted!