Berserk God of War
Chapter 451: It Takes Only Three Claws to Beat You

Chapter 451: Chapter 451: It Takes Only Three Claws to Beat You

Sikong Jing didn’t hold back, his small heart in the Dantian erupting with True Qi, which flowed through the main meridian of the Emperor Beheading Technique and into all the meridians of the Dark Winged Dragon Eagle attribute, and then he drew his sword.

"Dark Wings, Black Burning Sword!"

With a light shout from Sikong Jing, rolling black flames burst forth from the sword, forcefully striking towards Ji Han.

The latter maintained a calm and indifferent expression as True Qi finally began to circulate around his body, reaching the Daoist Martial First Realm.

Soon after, he said with ease, "Dark Winged Dragon Eagle, I’m taking it!"

"Sixth Realm of Xuanjiang, one move is all I need."

With that, he punched Sikong Jing’s Dark Wing Black Burning Sword and shouted, "Shatter for me, make me spit blood."

The onlookers, Beigong Xianfeng, Cao Yi, and Ning Jingjing, tensed up. Ji Han’s punch was too powerful; could Sikong Jing block it?

"What’s shattered is you!"

The next instant, amidst the clash between the black sword flames and the punch force, Sikong Jing’s voice was heard.

Suddenly, the black sword flames doubled in size and solidly dispelled Ji Han’s punch force; thereafter, Sikong Jing charged forward with his sword.

Like a true Dark Winged Dragon Eagle bursting forth from the collision, he bellowed, "Receive my sword!"

Roar, roar, roar...

Sikong Jing was unstoppable. After shattering the opposing punch force, he, like a terrifying Fierce Beast, stabbed his sword towards Ji Han one after another, the latter’s face drastically changing: "Impossible!"

So powerful—how could this Sixth Realm Dark Wings Commander of Xuanjiang be so formidable?

But the response he received was Sikong Jing’s voice, cold and penetrating, "Ten moves have passed, and it seems you haven’t even touched the hem of my robe?"

At these words, Beigong Xianfeng and the others looked at each other in disbelief. Sikong Jing’s combat power was somewhat unexpected.

Initially, Beigong Xianfeng thought Sikong Jing could withstand a few moves from Ji Han, even if ten moves might require fighting to the death.

But now, Sikong Jing was dominating Ji Han, which was utterly inconceivable.

After all, Ji Han, the Young Prince, had reached the Daoist Martial First Realm and had even made it onto the East Plain Thousand Tyrant List.

At this moment, Ning Jingjing spoke in a daze, "Commander, Sikong Jing might already be able to enter the East Plain Thousand Tyrant List."

Her voice carried shock, an unparalleled awe.

East Plain Thousand Tyrant List was every young Martial Artist’s dream, and Ning Jingjing was no exception, though she had never dared to hope for it.

"Still hard to say. Ji Han was just caught off guard,"

Beigong Xianfeng quickly regained his composure from the shock, but inside, he was thrilled to the extreme; the outcome of this battle was already irrelevant, he now knew it was only a matter of time before Sikong Jing made the list.

To make it onto the list from the Xuanjiang Realm would be unprecedented... at least in the Long Night Empire.

On the other side, Ji Han had lost the composure befitting a master. His eyes wide, he bellowed, "Kid, you’ve enraged me."

Boom!

As he spoke, True Qi erupted from his body.

It was the terrible True Qi of the Long Night Imperial Family’s Cultivation Technique, known as the Long Night Technique, which had reached the terrifying Upper Stage Universe-grade.

After that, the sword in Ji Han’s hand surged with sword light, also a Martial Skill of the Long Night Imperial Family.

For geniuses like them, everything they cultivated was of the Upper Stage Universe-grade, the best that the Long Night Empire could provide.

Beigong Xianfeng and the others didn’t speak further, fixating their gaze on the combatants.

Sikong Jing clenched the sword of the Black Robed Guards of the Prince Mansion, looking intently at Ji Han opposite him. Then, with a slight curl of his lips, he said, "So this is the strength of the East Plain Thousand Tyrant List, not much after all."

"Within a thousand moves, I will defeat you."

Ji Han was indeed very strong, but Sikong Jing had absolute confidence.

As the Master of Ten Thousand Beasts, with the terrifying "Emperor Beheading Technique" circulating within his body, alongside various beast skills and demon skills, he possessed a powerful Beast Heart.

Even though he was only at the Sixth Realm of Xuanjiang Realm, Sikong Jing feared no one in the Daoist Martial First Realm.

The Dark Wing Black Burning Sword was also of the Upper Stage Universe-grade. The True Qi within his body wildly circulated through the meridians of the Dark Winged Dragon Eagle, and Sikong Jing’s aura transformed, making him look from afar like a second fierce beast, the dragon eagle.

"You are dreaming," Ji Han coldly responded, and with the utterance of the word "kill," he thrust at Sikong Jing.

The two Upper Stage Universe-grade True Qis continuously intertwined in the courtyard, and the black and gold sword lights crisscrossed endlessly, making Ning Jingjing almost unable to see clearly, while Beigong Xianfeng and Cao Yi, powerful in their own right, had continuous surprise in their eyes.

Thud...

Hundreds of moves later, Ji Han suddenly spewed out a mouthful of fresh blood and fiercely retreated backward.

He stopped only after several steps, while Sikong Jing’s fierce beast aura became denser, rolling out incessantly and then he slowly said, "You have already lost, Young Prince!"

"Impossible, I won’t lose," Ji Han went mad, his whole body’s True Qi explosively increasing for a desperate strike.

He was the Young Prince of the Long Night Empire, but also a Martial Arts genius.

With his own pride, and being in the prestigious Daoist Martial First Realm, how could he face defeat at the hands of someone from the lower Xuanjiang Realm?

Clang!

At that moment, Sikong Jing suddenly dropped the sword in his hand, his arms formed claws, and the fierce beast aura of the dragon eagle on his body changed, transforming into an even more terrifying fierce beast aura, and then he said, "Actually, to defeat you, three claws are enough."

The fierce beast aura on his body gradually became bloodthirsty, turning into an overwhelming Demonic Qi.

The three claws he mentioned were precisely the Demon Skill constructed from a demonized body: Blood Devouring Three Claws.

With these three claws out, Ji Han’s defeat was certain.

Cao Yi’s eyes widened, and he quietly spoke, "Commander, Sikong Jing’s aura is terrifying, he doesn’t feel human."

Beigong Xianfeng nodded deeply; at this moment, Sikong Jing gave him a familiar feeling, exactly like that terrifying human-shaped demon beast.

He presumably had learned something from the human-shaped demon beast.

Thinking this, Beigong Xianfeng said, "Sikong Jing is certain to win, but... hold back!"

Just then, Beigong Xianfeng shouted lightly and suddenly appeared between the two, quickly saying, "Ten moves have passed, Dark Wing Commander has already won, Young Prince, do you concede the bet?"

After speaking, Beigong Xianfeng, with his powerful strength, forcibly crushed the aura around them both.

Then, staring intensely at Ji Han, he whispered, "Young Prince, stop making trouble, or you will only bring disgrace upon yourself."

Shaking violently, Ji Han stared fixedly at Beigong Xianfeng. Bring disgrace upon himself?

He meant that he would be defeated, and horribly so.

Clenching his teeth hard, Ji Han felt shock, anger, and reluctance; he did not want to admit defeat.

"Young Prince, since you have conceded, then those Six Swords, I will collect them for my Dark Wing Commander," suddenly, Beigong Xianfeng, regardless of whether Ji Han conceded or not, simply decided on his behalf.

All of a sudden, Beigong Xianfeng transformed his finger into a sword, and sliced towards Ji Han.

Thud thud thud...

Six sword wounds instantly appeared on Ji Han’s body, blood streaming down, causing him biting pain.

Behind Beigong Xianfeng, Sikong Jing remained expressionless. It was clear Beigong Xianfeng was not allowing himself to seriously offend Ji Han, so he had made those six cuts on his behalf, presumably for his own good.

Sikong Jing was certainly not a simple-minded person, and naturally, he had no complaints about this.

At that moment, after making the six cuts, Beigong Xianfeng spoke again, "Young Prince, you are free to leave now."

Ji Han was still clenching his teeth tightly, the Six Swords on his body not causing severe injury but carrying great humiliation. He stared deeply at Sikong Jing and then said hoarsely, "We shall see."

After speaking, he turned around, but in the next moment, Beigong Xianfeng asked, "Young Prince, you came to the Central Castle to see me, you must have had a matter to discuss, right?"