Chapter 196: Killing Toward the West

The old lion, reputedly almost invincible, indeed possessed unfathomable power. Every move he made was imbued with destructive force, rendering him seemingly omnipotent, like a deity!

"Boom!" With one palm strike, the mountain forest ahead extensively collapsed. All ancient trees and boulders were flung into the air, exploding into dust.

The old lama evaded his attacks multiple times. Under those waves of mysterious, boiling energy, anyone would be wary.

"Roar!" The old lion roared. Although in human form, his roar was the earth-shaking cry of a lion king. Its sound was more astonishing than thunderbolts from the heavens, shaking both sky and earth.

Golden ripples were clearly visible erupting from his mouth. To the Yellow Ox, this was already considered a top-tier sound wave technique, utterly astonishing.

Yet, this was an innate racial talent.

Ahead, ancient trees shattered, and rocks were torn apart. The golden sound wave ripples were invincible, stunning people from both the Eastern and Western camps.

This was no longer just a sound wave; it was clearly like a missile bombardment, a saturation carpet bombing!

Fortunately, the two powerhouses had moved into the mountains, away from the earlier battlefield. Otherwise, it would have been a catastrophe for everyone else.

The old lion's golden mane billowed. At this moment, he was flamboyant and domineering, roaring, his eyes like golden lamps, shooting piercing beams of light as he charged forward.

People in the Eastern camp were worried, especially the Horse King, who feared his master might be defeated.

"Don't be nervous. The old lama's cultivation is profound; he won't be weaker than that lion," said the Master of Eight Sceneries Palace. He was calm because he himself was very strong and saw the situation clearly.

At this moment, the old lama's entire body emitted Buddhist light, like a golden-bodied Bodhisattva enveloped in immeasurable light. His aura instantly became immensely powerful.

And from his mouth, a grand sound resonated: "Om!"

In an instant, heaven and earth resonated, as if the primordial sound of the universe was echoing, causing numerous mountains in Kunlun to tremble slightly.

As for that mountainous area, it was even more dramatic: it directly collapsed, tearing apart the forest. Boulders weighing hundreds of thousands of catties exploded. The sound waves from the old lama's mouth, accompanied by Buddhist light, blocked the old lion and extinguished his roars.

"The Six-Syllable Mantra of Buddhism!" someone exclaimed.

The so-called Six-Syllable Mantra consists of: Om, Ma, Ni, Pad, Me, Hum!

Many monks can chant it, but who can manifest its power? No one!

Now, this old lama actually activated the true meaning of one of the syllables, accompanied by Buddhist light and an immense, boundless sound. It was truly terrifying and astonishing.

For a moment, the old lion's invincible momentum was halted. He stopped roaring and instead used unparalleled fist seals to charge forward.

Surging golden light, like a boiling river or sea, enveloped the old lion and spread into the mountains, covering the old lama as well.

This was the old lion's invincible fist intent. He must have obtained some kind of breathing technique; otherwise, he couldn't be so strong, virtually unmatched in the world.

A divine halo appeared behind the old lama's head. Although his physical body appeared aged, his current demeanor was like that of an ancient Bodhisattva, becoming increasingly sacred and powerful.

His right hand expanded, emitting brilliant light. This was a near-divine ability of his, evolved from a secret "Great Hand Seal" technique.

The old lama's palm collided with the old lion's fist, shaking the mountain forest. Boundless light surged forth.

With a rumble, a nearby small mountain directly exploded. It was still some distance from the two combatants, yet it was pierced and collapsed by this ultimate rigid and yang energy.

In the distance, people were stunned.

Many from both the Eastern and Western camps watched blankly, like clay or wooden figures, as if witnessing a battle of gods!

Even some of the supreme experts who had broken six shackles felt intermittent palpitations. At the very least, the Arctic King's expression changed; he was no match.

If he were to engage in fierce combat with either of them, he would surely be obliterated, leaving no trace.

At this moment, the rampaging old lion's light golden vital energy became even more terrifying, spreading out and causing the entire mountain range to tremble. He was desperate to tear his powerful enemy apart immediately.

He let out a low growl. Suddenly, blinding golden light appeared in his right hand. A golden scythe quickly formed, gleaming with a chilling light.

This was astonishing. The old lion was using a nearly divine, ultimate killing technique, an ability he unlocked when he broke the sixth shackle.

That weapon, like a death scythe, was dazzling golden, illuminating the sky and radiating a chilling glow. He wielded the terrifying scythe with both hands and swung it towards the old lama, intending to reap his life.

At this moment, the old lama's kasaya flew out, emitting crimson light that filled the sky like a sunset, covering the golden scythe in mid-air.

Sparks flew. The golden threads on the kasaya glowed intensely, as if burning, while large swathes of red light surged up, blocking the scythe.

This was astonishing. It truly lived up to its reputation as a secret treasure kasaya capable of leveling mountains, as it actually blocked the old lion's most furious blow.

However, at the last moment, the kasaya was still suppressed by the golden scythe. With a flick of his hand, the old lion swung it again, aiming to strike down the old lama.

"Om!" The old lama once again uttered a true mantra. Buddhist light illuminated everything as he used his strongest ability, obtained after breaking the sixth shackle, to resist the rampant old lion.

In his hand, a treasure pestle appeared, also formed from energy. Wielding the brilliantly shining demon-subduing pestle, he violently smashed it towards the golden scythe.

It was as if heaven and earth shattered. The area was covered in blinding light. The entire mountain forest exploded into fragments, utterly destroyed.

Both combatants sank into the shattered ground below!

This was their strongest confrontation, incredibly terrifying.

In the distance, Chu Feng, watching the battle, mused, "The old lama chants scriptures all day. So, the mysterious abilities he gained after breaking his shackles are related to Buddhism?"

"Highly related," the Yellow Ox nodded.

"Rumble!" The ground there shattered. The old lama and the old lion burst out of the crater, bringing earth and rocks with them. At this moment, apart from his kasaya, the old lama's monastic robe was tattered, and a trace of blood stained the corner of his mouth.

As for the old lion, he was coughing up large mouthfuls of blood, clearly more severely wounded.

"You are fated with my teachings; come with me," the old lama said.

The old lion was furious. His entire body surged with golden vital energy, engulfing the mountainous area. He went berserk again, fiercely clashing with his opponent.

But soon, he was struck three times consecutively by the old lama, causing him to cough up large mouthfuls of blood. If the fight continued like this, the old lion's fate would be uncertain; he would inevitably be defeated sooner or later.

The Eastern camp cheered, their worries gone.

The Horse King, his bald head gleaming, was very pleased and laughed, "My master is destined to achieve Bodhisattva status. Subduing this old lion will naturally be no problem."

The Western camp fell silent, their hearts sinking completely.

The old lion, with such immense power, was actually no match. He might very well be killed, filling their hearts with gloom.

A beast's roar shook the entire battlefield.

The White Rhino King moved, charging forward as swiftly as thunder. It was a supreme expert invited by the old lion, and seeing its old friend wounded in battle, it intended to rescue him.

Its entire body was as white as jade, emitting a crystalline luster. Its massive body was as tall as a small mountain, and as it charged fiercely, the earth trembled violently.

It rushed towards the distant mountains, bringing with it a terrifying gale. Along its path, the earth cracked, and sand and stones flew.

"I'll take you on!" the Master of Biyou Palace stepped forward. How could he watch the Rhino King go and gang up on the old lama?

One must know that the Eastern camp now held an absolute numerical advantage in experts who had broken six shackles. They could almost manage two against one!

The Master of Biyou Palace was tall, with flowing black hair, exuding heroic spirit. He appeared to be in his thirties or forties, with sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, looking very majestic.

It was once said that among the three Palace Masters of Eight Sceneries, Jade Void, and Biyou, the Master of Biyou Palace was the sharpest and most terrifying in his methods, a trait related to his personality.

Usually, when he made a move, few opponents survived.

At this moment, many people were watching intently.

"Kill!" Indeed, the Master of Biyou Palace was incredibly powerful. As the small-mountain-sized White Rhino King charged furiously, he did not evade but directly rushed forward to clash head-on.

"Thump! Thump! Thump..." The next moment, people heard sounds like crashing thunder. The Master of Eight Sceneries Palace's palms glowed, like two burning suns, as he violently collided with the White Rhino King, striking with both palms.

The White Rhino King roared, its whole body glowing, like a massive, revived volcano, emanating a destructive aura.

It fiercely clashed with the Master of Biyou Palace in a life-and-death struggle.

Everyone's hair stood on end. Who could withstand such a massive charging beast head-on?

After striking dozens of blows, the Master of Biyou Palace forced the White Rhino King to halt, making it roar repeatedly in anger.

Finally, after hundreds of collisions, the White Rhino King let out an earth-shattering roar and then mournful cries. With a boom, it exploded into pieces, killed by the Master of Biyou Palace!

Blood gushed forth, staining the battlefield red.

Everyone was inexplicably shocked. An expert who had broken six shackles had died!

The Master of Biyou Palace was indeed as powerful and domineering as rumored. He went all out and killed a supreme beast king.

The old lion was at a disadvantage, and the White Rhino King had been directly killed. This instantly panicked the Western camp; they felt disaster was imminent.

The Eastern camp, on the other hand, was excited and thrilled. Did this signify a great victory?

"Roar!" In the sky, dragon roars echoed. They came from the Black Dragon King. He was extremely agitated, having witnessed the two battles on the ground; his heart had turned cold.

Especially now, he had encountered an unprecedented formidable enemy and was struggling immensely, unable to defeat the Golden-Winged Great Peng King.

In the sky, a black dragon hundreds of meters long, seemingly cast from steel, with sharp scales, continuously clashed and fiercely fought with a hundred-meter-long golden Peng bird.

However, the Black Dragon King gained no advantage. On the contrary, a large section of his scales had been torn off by the Peng's claws, leaving him bleeding profusely.

On the ground, Chu Feng looked at the Black Ox with a strange expression, asking, "Is that great peng bird the one that appeared on the Bronze Mountain back then?"

Previously, when he climbed Kunlun Mountain, he saw a yak, a Tibetan mastiff, and a golden great bird gathered on the summit of Bronze Mountain.

"No, the one in the sky is much more powerful. That's the father of the one you saw," the Black Ox said.

The Golden-Winged Great Peng King in the sky originally belonged to Kunlun. However, it later went alone to Mount Hua and forcibly occupied it, but its connection with Kunlun remained unbroken.

In mid-air, dragon blood splattered. The Black Dragon King took another blow, and a terrifying claw mark appeared on his body. He roared repeatedly in anger.

In myths and legends, the Golden-Winged Great Peng likes to feed on dragons and snakes. Now that it had set its sights on this Western dragon, it naturally wouldn't let it go.

Chu Feng spoke, "The Western camp's momentum is gone. I estimate we're about to launch our attack. This time, not only will we pursue them, but perhaps we can also launch a western expedition and kill our way to the West!"

The Old Ape nodded, saying, "Exactly. How can we let them be so arrogant? They dared to invade the East, so they must face the consequences. This time, we will kill our way all the way to the West!"

"That's precisely my intention!" The Mastiff King also nodded solemnly.

The Eastern camp instantly erupted in excitement.

"We have to leave," the old vampire in the Western camp thought, wanting to escape. He had harbored this idea for a long time.

He merely said a word to Schiller, and then his back suddenly glowed, and a pair of bat-like wings appeared. He shot straight into the sky, intending to flee.

"Where do you think you're going!" A sword light, dazzling and unparalleled, flew from afar like a celestial being. Its speed was astonishing, several times the speed of sound. It caught up with the old Vampire King and slashed down instantly.

"Immortal Sword!" Many people on the Kunlun side exclaimed.

The sect master of Shu Mountain Sword Palace made his move. He had transformed into a human form, with a handsome appearance, and summoned a silver flying sword that tore through the sky.

It was too brilliant, like a flying immortal's sword, invincible. The void itself seemed to be tearing apart.

The old Vampire King's expression changed. He instantly accelerated and changed direction, attempting to escape from another side.

However, another purple flying sword rushed forth, so dazzling that one dared not look directly at it. With a long trail of light, it rapidly slashed down.

Another white crane from Shu Mountain Sword Palace also attacked, summoning a flying sword to block the path.

The old Vampire King roared, emitting powerful fluctuations throughout his body. He forcibly resisted the flying swords, then tried to break through again, intent on escaping.

But with two powerhouses blocking him from front and back, and two flying swords traversing the sky, it was difficult for him to escape. He was wounded immediately, with a terrible gash on his body from which blood flowed.

"Fellow daoists, let's attack and kill the enemy together!" shouted the Mastiff King.

"Everyone, charge to the West!" the Old Ape also roared.

In an instant, the winds and clouds churned, and the heavens and earth lost their color. All the supreme experts from the Eastern camp moved together, pressing forward, intent on a massacre.

The old grandmaster of Wudang, with an otherworldly demeanor and flowing sleeves, swiftly charged forward.

The sect master of Kongtong Mountain, a mountain turtle, stood upright, bearing a Bagua diagram that emitted blinding light. It leaped up violently, shattering peaks, and flew through the air as if soaring, heading directly towards Schiller.

"I want the ancient Yoga breathing technique!" In mid-air, the Peacock King glowed, like a deity, fixing his gaze on Vanlin, the ancient Yoga master from India.

"Good, let's go kill him!" The Golden Crow burst forth with brilliant flames, diving down with the Peacock King.

The Masters of Eight Sceneries Palace and Jade Void Palace also stepped forward, charging towards the Western camp.

"Everyone, I really am a Northeast Tiger! Don't misunderstand, I just lived in Siberia for a while!" the striped giant tiger loudly declared.

Then, gritting its teeth, it said, "To be honest, I grew up in the Northeast when I was young. I am indeed half an Eastern tiger. Come on, I'll join you in pursuing them."

"Awoo!" With a tiger's roar, it dove into the Western camp, swinging its large paw and instantly swatting down dozens of people, unleashing a massacre.

"Run!" The Western camp completely collapsed. Seeing so many supreme experts charging towards them, their morale utterly disintegrated. How could they fight now?

"Everyone, take care, you must survive!" Schiller roared.

The two mysterious forces of light and dark simultaneously erupted within him, becoming so powerful that it was terrifying and monstrous. Even the Arctic King beside him felt his hair stand on end.

Schiller did not confront the enemy; he turned and fled.

Regret filled the Arctic King's eyes; he truly shouldn't have come to the East. Seeing so many supreme experts charging from the other side, his heart turned completely cold. He turned and began a desperate escape.

Vanlin, the ancient Yoga master from India, had cold sweat beading on his bald head. He had already bolted ahead, but the Peacock King and Golden Crow King in the sky had fixed their gaze on him, determined to pursue him to the very end!

"Everyone, the western expedition begins! Let's kill our way to the West!" Chu Feng shouted.

"Charge!" In an instant, battle cries shook the heavens. The Eastern camp's forces were exhilarated and excited. This was a situation of great victory; they began a thousand-mile pursuit, intending to kill all the way to the West!