The situation at hand was grim. In front of them was the Golden Lion King, feared throughout the Vatican, and behind them was the Chilin King, a western dragon who was strong enough to look down upon all normal beast kings.
They were up against two vicious beast kings, one stronger than the next. Moreover, they were both experts with four severed shackles. Within the Vatican, barring the top five experts, no one was their match.
The scarlet flying knife hovered in the air, emanating a misty radiance that mingled with surging murderous intent.
Chu Feng was now cornered and had no other choice than to fight! When the other party had pointed the blade at his nose, how could he retreat?
Clang!
The great black yak silently drew his violet bronze sword, incomparably solemn. He did not utter a single word, prepared to fight till his last breath.