Berserk God of War
Chapter 422: I Want Him, Begging on His Knees

Chapter 422: Chapter 422: I Want Him, Begging on His Knees

At this moment, a second young noble stepped forward.

Pointing at the hole torn in the Divine Spaceship, he snorted coldly, "That’s right, I advise you to flee as soon as you save the person, don’t court death."

Sikong Jing paused slightly, squinting as he looked at the young nobles, "Who said I was going to kill him, I’m only going to beat him half to death at most."

The young nobles were stunned, to beat someone half to death without killing?

What kind of move was that?

However, the first young noble emphatically said, "Even beating him half to death is not allowed."

"Lang Yizhan is not just a student of the Heavenly Dao General Academy, but also the Third Young Master of the Wanbao Pavilion. What gives you the right to do this?"

The young nobles glared with eyes that seemed to scorn all around.

The identity of the Third Young Master Lang was enough to make most people in the East Plain Northern Land step back.

Of course, the young nobles’ insistence that Sikong Jing should leave immediately was not out of kind-heartedness.

They didn’t want Lang Yizhan to be killed or beaten half to death, otherwise, how would they conduct business in the future? Even if they were powerless against Sikong Jing, the Wanbao Pavilion would surely vent its anger on them.

"What gives me the right? If a reason must be found, then it’s because... I have Second Young Master Lang!"

Having said that, Sikong Jing smiled and walked out the door.

At this time, the young nobles finally saw the figure outside the door come out, and of course, it was Lang Yisuo.

Lang Yisuo asked somewhat nervously, "Junior Brother Sikong, what are you planning to do?"

"Senior Brother Lang, I won’t kill your third brother for now, but I want him to kneel and beg you to spare him," Sikong Jing spoke indifferently and without giving a glance back, he continued walking toward the direction of the ship deck.

Lang Yisuo opened his mouth, hastily keeping up with Sikong Jing along with Baili Que.

And Lang Yisuo knew, Sikong Jing was not daunted about killing his third brother, but he spared him out of respect for himself.

Or rather, he was afraid that he would be implicated if his third brother died.

Sikong Jing’s insistence on not allowing himself into Wenhua Hall was for the purpose of forcing his third brother Lang Yizhan to kneel and beg.

Thinking of his normally sinister and ruthless third brother kneeling before him, Lang Yisuo suddenly felt nervous yet also had a surge of malice in his chest that he wanted to violently spit out, feeling both anticipatory and perplexed.

At the same time, the young nobles inside Wenhua Hall were completely flabbergasted. Second Young Master Lang?

This apprentice of the Holy Dragon Palace actually had Second Young Master Lang, that is Lang Yizhan’s older brother, standing behind him. What should we do now?

Clearly, the struggle was going to turn into a conflict between Second Young Master and Third Young Master of the Wanbao Pavilion.

And as business partners of the Wanbao Pavilion of the Long Night Empire, the young nobles were panicking inside. They dared not offend either party.

...

On the deck of the Long Question Mark Divine Spaceship, Lang Yizhan was brought down by the Xuantian Giant Bell.

"Wow..."

Another mouthful of fresh blood was violently vomited out, his whole stature snowy white, yet his eyes were filled with boundless rage.

Suddenly, a figure tumbled and scurried over, it was Captain Di.

"Third Young Master Lang, are you all right?" Captain Di asked with trepidation.

Slap!

Lang Yizhan forcefully released the power of the giant bell and then fiercely slapped Captain Di across the face, yelling at him, "Do I look like I’m all right?"

Captain Di was slapped senseless, clutching his face and twitching.

Images of Sikong Jing and Lang Yisuo flitted across his mind. He hadn’t expected these two students of the Long Night Saint Dragon Palace to be so terrifying, to have beaten Third Young Master Lang to such a state.

At that moment, Lang Yizhan bellowed out, "Why didn’t you notify me in advance when people from the Long Night Saint Dragon Palace arrived?"

Captain Di’s face turned pale, and he knelt down with a thud, saying, "Third Young Master Lang, we didn’t have time!"

With that, he described how terrifying Sikong Jing was.

He and all the guards were blasted to the ground in an instant, with no time or ability to notify Lang Yizhan.

"But rest assured, Third Young Master Lang, the Long Question Mark will soon arrive at Wentian City."

"I’ve also already sent the Guard Leader on a Flying Mount to speed towards notifying the Shopkeeper at Wanbao Pavilion in Wentian City."

"Soon the Shopkeeper will bring experts to arrive, and they will definitely eliminate those two students from the Holy Dragon Palace."

Hearing this, Lang Yizhan’s expression finally calmed down a bit, and he said coldly, "I’m afraid it’s too late. Now give me a Demon Beast Mount; I must leave the Long Question Mark Divine Spaceship immediately."

Even with the acceleration of the Xuantian Treasure, without a Flying Mount, it is not possible to stay airborne for long periods of time.

It was for this reason that after breaking out of the ship, Lang Yizhan had to return to the deck first; now he must get on a Flying Mount to leave.

"Okay, I’ll just..."

Before Captain Di could finish speaking, a cold voice interrupted from within the cabin, "Lang Yizhan, I’m afraid you’re also too late to mount the Demon Beast. You cannot leave today."

With this statement, the faces of Lang Yizhan, Captain Di, and all the guards changed drastically.

Then they saw Sikong Jing, accompanied by Baili Que, walking out from the cabin, while Lang Yisuo didn’t follow, remaining leaned against the wall inside the door, only revealing a shadow.

Seeing the two, Lang Yizhan instinctively stepped back and shouted, "Quick, bring me a mount!"

Captain Di did not dare to delay, calling the Demon Beast Mount to come.

But just at that moment, two roaring sounds of dragons pierced the air, coming from the two Demon Dragons ridden by Sikong Jing and Lang Yisuo. They beat the fierce wind, blocking the Demon Beast Mounts on the Long Question Mark.

Thud, thud...

Sikong Jing and Baili Que, stepping heavily, steadily approached Lang Yizhan, whose expression turned extremely ugly. He once again covered himself with the giant bell and said to Captain Di, "You all, quickly block him."

After speaking, he attempted to rush towards the various Demon Beast Mounts.

But Sikong Jing was faster; he had anticipated this by activating the power of Golden Soul Palace, and then he slammed his claw fiercely onto the flowing light of Lang Yizhan’s Xuantian Giant Bell with a bang, the giant bell shattering the deck violently.

With a retch, Lang Yizhan inside the giant bell vomited a mouthful of fresh blood again.

And at that moment, Sikong Jing turned to eliminate various Demonic Beasts on the deck, knocking all of them down, leaving not a single one able to fly up again. After settling that, Sikong Jing then leisurely turned his gaze towards Lang Yizhan.

"Now you can accelerate all you want, if you don’t fear dying from a crash."

The voice was as if a demon was hastening one’s death, making everyone’s faces turn extremely grim.

Lang Yizhan’s teeth gritted with a click, both shocked and furious.

Sikong Jing continued to advance, saying, "I’ve yet to see someone be killed by shock inside a Xuantian Treasure. I’m quite eager to try it out."

At this, Captain Di rushed over, spreading his arms to block Sikong Jing, and shouted, "You dare? If anything happens to Third Young Master Lang, your entire family will die... The Long Night Saint Dragon Palace won’t be able to protect you."

He hadn’t expected Sikong Jing to be so crazed, threatening desperately.

However, Sikong Jing sneered in response, "If the Long Night Saint Dragon Palace can’t protect me, I’ll look to the Holy Dragon General Academy. I think my strength is surely enough to get the attention of the Main Academy, right?"

Upon hearing this, Lang Yizhan’s pupils sank; certainly it was enough.

He began to feel fear; if Sikong Jing truly became a student of the Holy Dragon General Academy, then he really wouldn’t need to fear the Wanbao Pavilion anymore.

But instead of backing down, Captain Di continued, "Even if you truly became a student of the Holy Dragon General Academy, the Wanbao Pavilion has countless ways to kill you, believe it or not?"

Lang Yizhan’s body shook again; that’s right, the Wanbao Pavilion could hire an Assassin and so forth. He had been frightened into confusion.

With this thought, Lang Yizhan regained his confidence, his eyes filled with cold ruthlessness.