Berserk God of War
Chapter 420: Battle, Lang Yizhan

Chapter 420: Chapter 420: Battle, Lang Yizhan

"I’m just worried that the Long Night Saint Dragon Palace will take this seriously..." Still, there were those who were concerned.

Unfortunately, their words were forcefully interrupted, "Afraid of what? With Third Young Master Lang here, the Long Night Saint Dragon Palace is nothing but a fart."

"Right, even the Chief of Dark Dragon Mountain was captured, the Holy Dragon Palace is nothing but a fart, hahaha!"

Lang Yizhan watched as the atmosphere in the Wenhua Hall gradually became more jubilant, his eyes filled with both pride and ruthlessness...

Lei Zizhen was his friend, and he had just received news that Lei had been killed, executed by the Holy Dragon Palace.

Moreover, the Holy Dragon Palace had forced Lei Zizhen to write a letter to himself, and surely knew of their relationship. By killing him without seeking his opinion, the Holy Dragon Palace was showing contempt for Lang Yizhan.

Therefore, Lang Yizhan took this opportunity to teach the Holy Dragon Palace an unforgettable lesson.

He wouldn’t kill Baili Que, so as not to completely enrage the Long Night Saint Dragon Palace.

But he, planned to make Baili Que the bride of the Long Night Heavenly Dao Palace, turning her into one of their own forever...

It was Lang Yizhan who informed Ma Daoming to ambush the experts of the Holy Dragon Palace, and he was the one who had ordered Ma Daoming to strut around the Holy Dragon Palace, trampling it mercilessly, all to let them know the consequences of not giving him face.

Thinking of this, Lang Yizhan’s mouth curled into an increasingly sinister smile, and his heart swelled with pride...

"Bang!"

Suddenly, the tightly closed doors of the Wenhua Hall boomed violently, and then with a crack, they burst apart in pieces.

The lively noise inside ceased at that moment, and before Lang Yizhan could react, an indifferent voice arose at the doorway, "How could I miss such an interesting event as the tossing of the embroidered ball?"

As these words were spoken, everyone’s gaze shifted to the doorway, their pupils shrinking slightly.

But the lighting at the entrance was dim, and they could only make out a straight figure slowly approaching, his face not yet visible.

Clang...

The next instant, the clashing of metal rang out, as several of Lang Yizhan’s servants drew their weapons and surrounded Sikong Jing, shouting lowly, "Who dares to intrude upon Third Young Master Lang’s place, are you seeking death?"

Bang, bang, bang, bang...

However, as soon as their words fell, Sikong Jing threw several punches, and immediately the servants were knocked to the ground, unable to get up.

The domineering punching force made the Wenhua Hall even more silent.

Afterward, Sikong Jing spoke calmly, "Such a festive occasion, brandishing weapons is bad luck, better to just lie down!"

Having said that, Sikong Jing then looked toward Lang Yizhan in the center, his lips curling into a cold smile as he asked, "Third Young Master Lang, I’ve heard this is a gathering of distinguished young masters. With my possession of hundreds of Light Core Crystals, where should I be sitting?"

He stepped forward, moving from the shadowy entrance into the brightly lit area.

In an instant, Baili Que’s eyes widened, disbelieving.

Lang Yizhan also finally saw Sikong Jing’s face clearly and couldn’t help but stand up, exclaiming, "It’s you, you’re actually still alive."

Of course, he would not forget the face of Sikong Jing. This man was a friend of his second brother, Lang Yizhan, and had also taken out a large number of Light Core Crystals at the Wanbao Pavilion to shame his own brother, and was then pursued by the Xingluo Palace and had to flee.

Now he had appeared here, and seemingly alone?

Although Lang Yizhan found out about Lei Zizhen’s death, he didn’t know how it happened, nor had he received any intelligence about Sikong Jing.

At this moment, he too was shocked that Sikong Jing was still alive.

Sikong Jing smiled faintly, not paying him any attention, but instead continued forward and sat at a young master’s table, then softly laughed and said, "I guess I will sit here. When does the tossing of the embroidered ball begin?"

As soon as he said this, the young master behind the table burst out in anger, "Kid, that’s my spot."

Once finished, he stood up fiercely...

But Sikong Jing just tilted his head and said slowly, "Your voice sounds familiar, I seem to have heard you outside the door saying that the Long Night Saint Dragon Palace is nothing but a fart?"

The young master froze for a moment upon hearing this... And the next instant, he let out a miserable scream.

Because Sikong Jing suddenly picked up the jug from the table and smashed it on his head, there was a loud ’bang’ as the wine and the jug shattered on the ground.

The young master was drenched in blood and fell to the ground.

The surrounding young masters were shocked, fearful, and disbelieving as they stared at Sikong Jing.

In their hearts, they all wondered, who is this person? How could he be so barbarous? Doesn’t he know that Lang Yizhan is the Third Young Master of Wanbao Pavilion?

Suddenly, Lang Yizhan’s expression returned to normal, not surprised by Sikong Jing’s action, and asked indifferently, "Little apprentice of the Holy Dragon Palace, do you know how to write the word ’death’?"

As soon as these words came out, the crowd of young masters widened their eyes. Could it be that he’s from the Long Night Saint Dragon Palace?

But what is a little apprentice?

Sikong Jing smiled and replied, "Not very clear, perhaps Third Young Master Lang could demonstrate it for me?"

As he spoke, Sikong Jing casually pulled out a pair of Dark Flowing Sky Mirror Claws and put them on his hands.

The five claws flashed with a gloomy blue sinister sharpness, and in an instant, a chilling wind howled through the Wenhua Hall, making all the young masters shudder violently and involuntarily step back a few paces.

Out of the blue, one of the young masters yelled out, "Someone, come! Come quickly!"

Some of them had brought guards with them, but since the guards were of low status, they were not allowed inside the banquet and were standing watch outside the door instead.

But following his shout, there was only eerie silence outside.

Only at this moment did the crowd of young masters realize that there was a shadow quietly leaning against the wall outside, and beneath the shadow, there was a pile of figures lying on the ground—likely their guards.

All of their guards had been dealt with, and this little apprentice from the Holy Dragon Palace had accomplices outside.

The young masters’ hearts raced.

The guards they brought were not weak, all of them being of the Xuantian Five Realms level, but they had been killed off without a sound or a trace.

The newcomers meant no good, definitely no good!

"Hahaha..."

Suddenly, Lang Yizhan burst into loud laughter. "Interesting, the Long Night Saint Dragon Palace really did come after all. How did you know that Baili Que would be on the return trip on the Long Question Mark Divine Spaceship?"

As he said this, Lang Yizhan’s True Qi erupted, pressing fiercely towards Sikong Jing.

In an instant, he reached the Xuanjiang Realm of the Xuantian Fourth Realm!

Sikong Jing raised an eyebrow slightly and laughed, "Oh? I thought that the Inner Palace Students from the Heavenly Dao General Academy would at least be at the peak of the Xuantian Realm. I’m disappointed that Third Young Master Lang is only at the Xuantian Fourth Realm, Xuanjiang Realm."

Of course, he wasn’t going to answer Lang Yizhan’s question; instead, he stood up to face the other’s pressure, advancing step by step.

And with every step he took, the Demon Intent of the Black Refining Dark Hook Claw began to emerge.

Bit by bit, it broke through the True Qi that Lang Yizhan was pressing down with, and in a flash, Sikong Jingzhan revealed the strength of the Peak of Xuanhe Realm.

"You’ve reached the Xuanhe Realm?"

Lang Yizhan was slightly shocked. The last time they were at Wanbao Pavilion, Sikong Jing was only at the Innate Realm.

Still, Lang Yizhan didn’t care much, returning with a cold laugh, "You dare to look down on me while at the Xuanhe Realm? Since you want to know how to write the word ’death,’ I will let you experience it firsthand now."

Lang Yizhan was very confident. The Inner Palace Students from the Main Academy and those from Subacademies were worlds apart.

If the Subacademy students were geniuses from certain empire’s forces, then the Main Academy students were geniuses from the entire East Plain Northern Land. They completely overpowered the Subacademy students in both Cultivation Techniques and Martial Skills.

Last Lang Yizhan’s words, he drew a Soft Sword with a clang and thrust it towards Sikong Jing.

The snake-like Soft Sword unfurled swathes of sword light, like terrifying flying serpents striking directly at Sikong Jing.