Chapter 225: Severely Wounding the Peerless Expert

Aman felt intense pain and collapsed to the ground, utterly despairing. He was an envoy of the gods, considering himself superior, and had always looked down on Chu Feng and the two oxen. But now, what had he become?

Especially when he saw Chu Feng's gaze, his heart trembled. It was an undisguised look of contempt.

Aman's mind reeled, unable to bear it. The very person he had previously scorned and despised had delivered such a fierce blow, knocking him from the clouds into the mud.

Who was looking down on whom now? As he pondered this, physical pain combined with an internal burning sensation. He had, ironically, become the object of others' contempt and scorn.

Not far away, earth-shattering sounds erupted as peerless experts clashed, creating immense commotion.

In the forest, the magnificent giant tiger leaped, its massive, mountain-like paw striking Schiller directly, erupting in a blinding flash like a small nuclear detonation.

The scene in mid-air was terrifying; overwhelming energy fluctuations surged outward.

Schiller had indeed been careless. Struck on the back by the tiger's paw, he was sent flying, coughing blood. It was a severe blow that nearly disintegrated him.

If not for the critical moment when both light and dark energies within him boiled, protecting his internal organs and rushing through his limbs, he would very likely have been killed.

The Siberian Tiger had prepared this strike for a long time, focusing intently, and at the last moment, decisively launched its attack.

As the king of the forest and lord of all beasts, it was naturally skilled in hunting. After evolving into a peerless expert, it naturally retained this excellent talent.

Boom!

Almost simultaneously, the Undying Phoenix, wreathed in black flames, appeared like a dark sun in the sky and slammed violently into Schiller with immense force.

This time, the sound of bones cracking emanated from Schiller's body. He sustained even more severe injuries, with at least three ribs broken and blood flowing from his seven orifices.

Furthermore, his body, enveloped by flames, sizzled and instantly turned charred black, burned by the fire of the Undying Phoenix, which had broken six shackles.

He could have avoided this attack, as the Undying Phoenix King's stealth abilities were not as good as the Siberian Tiger's.

However, Schiller had already been heavily wounded by the Siberian Tiger's initial strike, losing his balance. Severely injured, he reacted a step too slow.

As a result, he suffered an even more dreadful second injury.

"You all court death!" Schiller roared, bursting out of the black flames. His chest heaved violently, and his body was extensively charred and bloodied, presenting a pathetic sight.

In the past, in the Vatican, Schiller had been calm and composed, smiling like a benevolent elder. But today, he was truly enraged.

He had always been the one to scheme against others, having once trapped and killed so many kings in the Sacred Medicine Garden to cultivate the Myriad Spirits Blood Medicine. Yet now, he was the one ambushed.

At this moment, his combat power was significantly reduced, but his fighting spirit burned even brighter. Behind him, Wings of Light and Darkness emerged, one side brilliantly radiant, the other ink-black.

This was his powerful trump card: a single body possessing two Western inheritances and energies of opposing attributes, making him exceptionally formidable.

He lunged at the Siberian Tiger, glaring at it furiously and shouting, "You shameful traitor, prepare to die!"

The Siberian Tiger also went all out, roaring as its body rapidly shrank to only two or three meters long, knowing that an overly large physique was easier to target.

"Schiller, you were merely using me back then! Do you take this king for a fool? As they say, abandoning darkness for light is a sign of wisdom and greatness, and that perfectly describes me!" the Siberian Tiger roared.

It had no moral integrity to speak of and naturally wasn't afraid of its past being brought up. It even argued eloquently, as if entirely justified, ready to fight Schiller to the death.

Because it had no retreat; if Schiller didn't die, it would be finished, hunted down by the old man sooner or later.

"Schiller, how dare you call others shameful? Is there anyone more sinister and despicable than you?!" the Undying Phoenix King scoffed lightly. She transformed back into human form, her black gown rustling. Wings of black flame energy on her back allowed her to fly, and she swooped down to attack.

The Undying Phoenix King's strength was exceptionally great, even surpassing that of the Black Dragon King. Otherwise, how could she have escaped a certain death situation after sustaining such severe injuries back then?

She swooped down, a dark beam shooting from her palm, transforming into a sharp sword that cleaved towards Schiller.

Schiller's expression was cold. Ignoring the Undying Phoenix King behind him, he went all out, intending to focus on killing one person first. His Wings of Light and Darkness flapped, his speed surged, and he charged towards the Tiger King.

"Oh, Schiller, you shameless scoundrel, are you really fighting for your life?!" the Siberian Tiger roared, wildly resisting while shamelessly trying to distract him.

In mid-air, fierce energy waves surged, like a boiling sea of lava, intensely bright and terrifying.

The Siberian Tiger coughed blood, thrown backward by the dazzling light unleashed from Schiller's hands. It was not lightly injured.

At the same time, Schiller's Wings of Light and Darkness trembled violently, almost dissipating. That was the Undying Phoenix King's attack, sharp and domineering, causing Schiller to cough blood again.

"Kill!"

Schiller, cold and ruthless, dodged the Phoenix King, moving sideways through the air. Spreading his Wings of Light and Darkness, he lunged again at the Tiger King, apparently singling it out for a decisive kill.

"Schiller, you bastard!" the Siberian Tiger cursed. It had been targeted and was in great danger. Although it was two against one, it would most likely be the first to die, with Schiller following.

"Brother Tiger, he just wants to force you to flee! You absolutely cannot retreat. That old man is playing psychological warfare with you; he knows you might turn into a 'running tiger'," the Black Ox shouted from afar.

"Damn it, you've gotten me killed!" the Siberian Tiger erupted in anger. It had also guessed that Schiller had figured out its personality and was specifically targeting it, trying to break its fighting spirit to make it flee, then pick off the two experts one by one.

"Die!"

At this moment, Schiller's fists suddenly erupted with dazzling light, making both the Phoenix King and the Siberian Tiger's hair stand on end. That power was exceptionally domineering and difficult to resist.

Schiller's right fist was snow-white and radiant, emitting sacred energy, while his left fist was ink-black, wreathed in dark light, carrying yin and chilling energy.

He unleashed his full power, simultaneously smashing both fists towards the Siberian Tiger.

At this moment, the Undying Phoenix King sighed. Schiller was truly immensely powerful; if it were a solo duel, even she would not be his match. His strength was terrifying.

She was a little alarmed, worried that the Siberian Tiger wouldn't be able to withstand it and would be half-crippled by Schiller.

Booming!

Black flames boiled as she wielded the fire, blasting Schiller with all her might, hoping to block his terrifying assault and help the Siberian Tiger withstand the blow.

The Siberian Tiger's fur bristled, and it roared almost madly.

"Do you really think this tiger lord is a sick cat?!"

This time, it opened its mouth and spat out a stream of crimson light that soared into the air, transforming into a brilliant kasaya, blocking the pair of fists.

This sight not only startled Schiller but also made the Black Ox and Yellow Ox in the back gape.

"Isn't that the Old Lama's kasaya? That treasure once withstood the invincible old lion's wild attacks, possessing extraordinary defensive power."

Indeed, Schiller's expression changed. After his fists struck the kasaya, the golden lines on it glowed, repelling his attack with a powerful force.

Simultaneously, the Undying Phoenix King's furious black flames swept over, engulfing Schiller.

Schiller roared, soaring into the sky.

"Good thing I stole the Old Lama's kasaya, otherwise, this tiger lord would probably be finished here," the Siberian Tiger muttered to itself, wiping cold sweat.

Such words left Chu Feng speechless. This guy was indeed no good, actually stealing the Old Lama's kasaya. But it was also a kind of skill that ordinary people couldn't achieve.

Schiller's gaze was icy as he stared at the two opponents.

The Undying Phoenix King, wreathed in light and flames, her body slender, launched another attack, charging forward.

The Siberian Tiger transformed into human form, feeling confident. He wrapped the kasaya around himself, soared into the air, and shouted, "Immeasurable Heavenly Venerate! Schiller, you old scoundrel, prepare to die!"

In the distance, Xiong Kun wiped sweat and murmured, "This Tiger Lord, wearing a kasaya and chanting Daoist incantations... is that really appropriate?"

In mid-air, a fierce battle erupted as the two powerful experts attacked together, suppressing Schiller.

Fortunately, their initial surprise attack had severely wounded Schiller; otherwise, even their combined efforts might not have been enough to match him.

The Black Ox and Yellow Ox both had slightly grim expressions. From Schiller's performance, he was even more formidable than the invincible old lion!

Back then, if not for the personal pursuit by the three palace masters of Bagua Palace, Yu Xu Palace, and Bi You Palace, Schiller likely wouldn't have been injured. This person was simply too powerful.

"Not killing him with the first strike is a bit problematic," the Black Ox whispered. The assassination attempt hadn't fully succeeded. Now that they were fighting openly like this, Schiller could easily escape, and he would ultimately become a major threat in the future.

The mountain forest suffered a devastating catastrophe, flattened as the three masters battled, their destructive power astonishing.

Chu Feng moved silently forward, holding the Vajra Hoop. He was preparing to act.

He was worried that even the combined efforts of the Phoenix King and Tiger King wouldn't be enough to defeat Schiller.

In the shattered mountain terrain, Schiller coughed up mouthfuls of blood. His face was grim. Due to the surprise attack, his body was too severely wounded, leaving him feeling powerless.

He particularly wanted to break through by killing the Siberian Tiger, but this shameless tiger, wrapped in the kasaya, was incredibly resilient and difficult to kill effectively.

"Schiller, you bastard, always targeting this tiger lord! It hurts like hell!" the Siberian Tiger shrieked while fighting desperately.

Schiller's face was grim. He sensed that this shameless tiger was deliberately provoking him, luring him to keep attacking, trying to drag him down and worsen his injuries.

"Siberian Tiger, we'll meet again. I will surely cut off your head!" Schiller uttered with hatred.

He was decisive, turning to leave. He didn't want to waste any more time here; otherwise, he truly might be in danger.

But before leaving, a fierce glint appeared in his eyes as he fixated on Chu Feng. His hatred for this young man was even stronger than his hatred for the Siberian Tiger.

"You ant-like creature, die!" Schiller swooped down.

Seeing this, Chu Feng immediately raised his hand, ready to smash out with the Vajra Hoop.

Schiller's pupils constricted. He had just witnessed the breaking of the silver lamp, and he was wary, knowing that this small bracelet contained immense power and should not be easily touched.

He immediately dodged, moving hundreds of meters away, only to realize that Chu Feng hadn't actually thrown it, merely feinted.

"Schiller, where do you think you're going?!" the Siberian Tiger roared, giving chase. It was desperate now; if Schiller escaped, it would have no good days ahead.

After this battle, Schiller would surely hate him even more.

The Undying Phoenix King also pursued, opening her red lips to spew out overwhelming black flames that enveloped Schiller.

Schiller snorted coldly, determined to kill Chu Feng. He dodged the two experts in the area, constantly trying to get close to Chu Feng.

When he charged again, Chu Feng flicked his hand, throwing a shining silver bracelet that flew at several times the speed of sound, its light brilliant.

Schiller dodged it, then a cold smile appeared on his face. With no more qualms, he swooped down.

"Quickly retreat, get out of here!" the Undying Phoenix King blocked Schiller, telling Chu Feng to flee.

The Siberian Tiger watched the silver bracelet disappear into the horizon, feeling a pang of regret. How great it would have been if it had hit Schiller.

Schiller clashed with the two experts, enduring a palm strike to charge at Chu Feng again, a cold sneer on his lips, radiating overwhelming killing intent as he swooped down.

"Weak insect, die!" he coldly swung his fist forward.

However, the next moment he was horrified, because a blinding silver light, like a burning sun, was too intense, hurtling directly towards him.

It reached five to six times the speed of sound. At such close range, it was extremely difficult to dodge.

Schiller was both shocked and enraged. Hadn't the Vajra Hoop just flown away? Why was there another one? He was utterly bewildered.

Previously, 800 *li* outside Shuntian City, Chu Feng had discovered a silver mine and a strange tree. Peculiar pollen had caused the metals there to transmute and become sentient. He had obtained a piece of unusual silver-white metal from that place and brought it back to Yu Xu Palace. Most of it was sent to the laboratory by Lu Tong, while a small piece was refined into a bracelet and given to Chu Feng.

In fact, Chu Feng's current Vajra Hoop was forged at Kunlun's Divine Weapon Forging Tree, taking inspiration from that earlier snow-white bracelet.

The one he threw just now was the earlier bracelet; the one he was now smashing out was the actual Vajra Hoop.

By the time Schiller wanted to dodge again, it was too late.

His right arm was struck, exploding instantly. Blood splattered, and the entire arm was torn off.

It must be said that beings who have broken six shackles are incredibly formidable; that arm did not shatter into a bloody mist but merely ripped off, with blood gushing profusely.

Schiller's vision blurred, and the excruciating pain made him stumble, almost falling to the ground. It was important to remember that he was already severely wounded.

The Undying Phoenix King arrived, landing a blow on him that sent him flying.

"Roar!"

The Siberian Tiger roared and also delivered a punch, leaving Schiller covered in blood and sending him flying once more.