"Schiller, that bastard is also coming? I’m definitely going to beat him to death this time!" The black yak’s nostrils were steaming. After careful thought, the whole tragedy at the Vatican was orchestrated by this old knight, harming so many king level experts. They, themselves, had almost died there.
"Can you even win?" Yellow Ox shut him up with a single question.
Schiller was an expert with six severed shackles; only people like the Mastiff King would be able to fight head-on against him. Even though the black yak had severed his fifth shackle and was now very strong, he was still not Schiller’s match.
The sixth shackle was extremely difficult to sever—people at that level were extraordinarily powerful and stood high above the rest, enough to look down on all the kings.
Chu Feng did not join in on their pointless conversation. He was busy regulating his condition, prepared to plant his seed and evolve once again!