Chapter 223: The Prophecy of the Gods

Chu Feng immediately contacted Xiong Kun and Hu Sheng using his communicator, cautioning them to remain silent and strictly guard the secret of the Phoenix King's arrival.

Xiong Kun, Hu Sheng, and the others were a bit slower and had not yet approached Longhu Mountain. With the Phoenix King finally away from them, they immediately felt relaxed and chatted cheerfully.

Upon receiving the notification, they all showed surprise and quickly conferred to avoid giving anything away.

"I hope the Northeastern Tiger arrives soon. If we can ambush Schiller here, it would be perfect!" Chu Feng said.

The Black Ox once again pressed for the Siberian Tiger's location, wishing he would arrive immediately so they could join forces to eliminate Schiller, their major concern.

"Soon, old Black, wait for me! We'll take Longhu Mountain together, and then we'll achieve sainthood and become revered ancestors. I'll be there very soon."

The Northeastern Tiger shouted from the other end, full of anticipation. He had now fully joined the Eastern faction and had become acquainted with the Old Ape of Daling Temple, the Golden-Winged Great Peng King of Mount Hua, and others. He had even befriended a group of powerful demons from Kunlun Mountain, living a very comfortable life.

Chu Feng and the two oxen discussed how to proceed with the attack, emphasizing the need for a one-hit kill. If Schiller wasn't eliminated, he would pose a great threat to them.

"The silver lamp in Yaman's hand is extremely dangerous. It could become a big problem at a critical moment. Should we join forces with the Immortal Phoenix King to kill him first?" the Yellow Ox suggested.

He understood "magic weapons" very well. That lamp contained the essence of lunar fire, making it extraordinarily powerful. If its full power were unleashed, it could likely fill this mountain area with magma, cause volcanic eruptions, and lead to complete destruction.

"I want to get rid of him quickly too!" the Black Ox declared, his eyes flashing ferociously.

Chu Feng frowned. "If we kill him prematurely, we'll likely alert Schiller. If Schiller contacts him, finds something amiss, turns around and leaves, and then hunts us in secret, that would be even more terrifying."

They decided to constantly monitor Yaman. The moment they detected any sign that Schiller was about to arrive, they would immediately act against Yaman!

The Immortal Phoenix King walked over, clad in a black dress, standing a tall and outstanding 175 centimeters. Flames flickered around her, and her phoenix eyes were cold and sharp, eager to slay Schiller immediately.

She met with Chu Feng and the others, agreed to their plan, and then concealed herself again.

After their discussion, they all began to act, observing Yaman's movements and familiarizing themselves with the surrounding terrain, preparing for the potential major battle ahead.

Chu Feng traversed the cliff faces and climbed the vines, like a bird king spreading its wings, occasionally soaring hundreds of meters through the air.

Longhu Mountain's main peak glowed with a faint golden light, sacred yet terrifying. No one could ascend it currently, so he naturally wouldn't risk it, merely observing the nearby area.

"Old Black, I'm here. Just a hundred eighty li to go, I'm almost there," the Northeastern Tiger reported, his speed truly impressive.

"Brother Tiger, hide your tracks. Don't expose yourself. We're about to pull off something big!" the Black Ox cautioned.

"What's the big score?" the Northeastern Tiger asked.

"We're preparing to ambush a fat target. He possesses a breathing technique that's worth fighting for," the Yellow Ox replied, taking the communicator. He said this primarily because he feared the Northeastern Tiger would bolt if he learned the truth and refuse to participate.

This tiger had no principles, so they had to trick him into coming first.

Upon hearing this, the Northeastern Tiger became quite excited, his tiger eyes wide. He lowered his voice and exclaimed, "I love ambushing fat targets! That's my specialty! Wait for me; don't start without me!"

He was very agitated and urged them to wait for his arrival.

The Yellow Ox remained calm. "Don't worry, how could we leave you out of something this good? Good brothers share weal and woe; if one gets rich, don't forget the others. We'll all act together in a moment."

"Little Yellow, you're truly a stand-up guy!" the Northeastern Tiger was thrilled, feeling his blood boil. He had coveted breathing techniques for a long time; these were too precious, able to rapidly boost combat power once mastered.

A journey of over a hundred li was nothing to the Northeastern Tiger. He lowered himself, transformed into his true form, and rapidly traversed forests and scaled peaks, arriving in an instant.

By this time, Chu Feng and the others had thoroughly surveyed the area, imprinting all of Longhu Mountain's various terrain features in their minds.

"Little Yellow, Old Black, who exactly are we ambushing?" the Northeastern Tiger asked upon his arrival!

He approached stealthily and met up with the others, his large eyes gleaming with fervent light, eager to immediately acquire a breathing technique.

Chu Feng looked at him, wondering if this fellow, greedy for life, fearful of death, and utterly lacking in principles, would be scared off or grit his teeth and join the battle. This was a major question.

"Little Chu, what kind of look is that? Why are you looking at me like that?" the Northeastern Tiger turned to Chu Feng.

"Tiger King, I'm just worried you'll get scared and disappear in a flash, so I wanted to take a longer look at you," Chu Feng said with a smile.

"What do you mean!?" the Northeastern Tiger bristled. He was a powerhouse who had broken six shackles; how could he be so lightly regarded?

"We're ambushing Schiller," the Yellow Ox stated calmly, his beautiful and delicate small face composed.

"Ah!?" the Northeastern Tiger's aura immediately weakened, and his gaze became shifty.

The Yellow Ox looked at him placidly. "You've joined Kunlun, but do you know why you haven't become a core member? You're still missing the most crucial battle."

The Northeastern Tiger felt betrayed. "Little Yellow... you're setting me up!"

Chu Feng interjected, "Tiger King, you should know that Schiller hates you and me the most. I flattened his divine city, and you, you deserted in battle and turned against him. He probably hates you even more than he hates me. If we can't eliminate him today, you will surely die by his hand later."

The Black Ox said sincerely, "Brother Tiger, if you run away again this time, the brothers in Kunlun and the East will look down on you and probably won't recognize you anymore."

The Yellow Ox delivered the final blow: "By then, everyone will probably call you 'Tiger the Runner,' and your reputation will be ruined in both the East and the West."

"Damn it!" the Northeastern Tiger glared. He felt he shouldn't have come this time; they were forcing him into an impossible situation, pushing him into a corner with truly no way out.

He could imagine that if he ran away again, his reputation would likely be in tatters, and neither the East nor the West would accept him.

"The three of you are setting me up!" the Northeastern Tiger gritted his teeth in frustration. He was no longer excited or thrilled. His eyes gleamed with murderous intent, wishing he could silence them.

He doubted that even with the three of them combined, they would be a match for Schiller. According to his understanding, Schiller was unbelievably powerful and insurmountable.

The Immortal Phoenix King appeared at the opportune moment, enveloped in flames. She fixed her gaze on the Tiger King, her voice slightly cold, "Little cat, is that all the courage you have? Go on, then. I can handle him myself and kill him just fine."

The Northeastern Tiger was shocked. The Immortal Phoenix King was still alive?

Then, he became enraged. After all, he was the King of a Hundred Beasts, and his innate wildness was stirred. He roared, "Do you really think I'm a sick cat? I won't flee! I'm going to kill Schiller!"

Finally, they reached an agreement: they would hunt Schiller together.

The Northeastern Tiger and the Phoenix King vanished, awaiting Schiller's appearance.

Meanwhile, Chu Feng and the Yellow Ox walked forward, carefully observing Yaman's movements. If he used his communicator or left, that would be an important signal.

At this moment, Yaman behaved courteously and gracefully, walking alongside Lin Nuoyi, Bai Hu, and Lu Shiyun.

He noticed Chu Feng and the others approaching, his lips slightly curled, revealing a hint of mockery. He stood still, quietly waiting for them to catch up.

"Brother Chu, this is actually quite good. Just following from afar is fine. Some scenery, though beautiful, is not something you can possess," Yaman said blandly.

As he spoke, he glanced at Lin Nuoyi in the distance, then at Chu Feng, appearing quite reasonable and considerate of others.

"What a pompous act!" the Black Ox was utterly disgusted with him and wanted to stomp on him with a hoof.

Yaman, unfazed, retorted, "Ox King, I am very disappointed in you. With a temper like yours, it's hard to live long in this world. Vaguely, I seem to see a divine premonition: your recent fate is plagued with misfortune."

He sneered inwardly, confident that Schiller's imminent arrival meant none of these individuals would survive. He didn't wish to act personally, but if there were any surprises, he would certainly deliver the finishing blow.

"Oh, you can really communicate with gods. I wonder if you can see our different destinies," Chu Feng said casually.

Yaman looked at him, shaking his head. "Brother Chu, I vaguely see your tragic fate. Alas, it's a pity. You're quite extraordinary, becoming a king at such a young age, but your ending is somewhat lamentable."

Chu Feng scoffed. "Are you making a prophecy?"

Yaman stated proudly, "This is a divine prophecy; you wouldn't understand. I am a messenger of the gods; often, I can communicate with spirits and receive divine revelations. I have a feeling that Brother Chu's life trajectory has darkened. This is a sign that the flame of life is about to extinguish. Take care of yourself."

Not far away, Xiong Kun, Hu Sheng, and the others were dumbfounded, exchanging glances, but said nothing.

Yaman looked at them. "The few of you should follow me from now on. The road ahead will be very bright, a smooth path."

Xiong Kun and Hu Sheng had already learned part of the situation from Chu Feng. Although they were cursing inwardly, they showed no expression on their faces.

"In the destiny you've seen, what kind of ending do you have yourself? Do you know?" Chu Feng asked him calmly.

"Glorious and resplendent, ultimately becoming a god," Yaman proudly declared, his silver hair fluttering and radiating light. At this point, he was somewhat unconcealed, scanning the mountain area. "Longhu Mountain will become sacred ground. Our lineage is destined to greatly prosper and rise here."

After he finished speaking, his communicator vibrated slightly. He didn't answer but replied with text, informing Schiller not to hesitate and to act, as he was only ten li away!

At the same time, Chu Feng felt a tremor deep within his heart, precisely because his divine sense was too keen. He knew the critical moment had arrived.

Yaman gracefully retreated, deliberately putting on a compassionate appearance. "Brother Chu, take care of yourself. You should believe in destiny."

"What does that mean?" Xiong Kun muttered.

Yaman's contempt was now openly displayed, as he was ready to watch the show. The so-called Demon King Chu and the two oxen would all die miserably here.

He knew Schiller hated them to the core; once he attacked, there would absolutely be no survivors.

Yaman stood on a bluestone with a detached posture, mocking, "Scene after scene of tragedy unfolds in the world. The oracle shows that some humble people are about to perish, yet they don't understand how they died until their last breath. How truly pathetic."