Berserk God of War
Chapter 464 Sikong Jing, Battle with Ji Ming

Chapter 464: Chapter 464 Sikong Jing, Battle with Ji Ming

As soon as Peng Peng’s voice fell, Yu Wenxiong’s explosively raging presence also bore down, "Sikong the little beast, stop!"

Yet again, Sikong Jing halted and raised his head with a sinister smile, speaking mockingly, "Yu Wenxiong and Bai Changwu, stop wasting words and try taking action against me."

"I’m curious to see how many of you from Xingluo Palace can provoke the Ancient Demon Dragon to annihilate you!"

Instantly, Yu Wenxiong’s whole body trembled, and he frantically withdrew his True Qi...

Don’t forget, the Ancient Demon Dragon left its mark on Sikong Jing.

If any of the older generation from Xingluo Palace dared to attack him, the Ancient Demon Dragon would completely obliterate Xingluo Palace.

Thinking of that meddlesome Ancient Demon Dragon and the Dragon Seal still imprinted within Xingluo Palace, Yu Wenxiong couldn’t help but shudder.

Almost spitting out a mouthful of blood, he felt like he was going to suffocate.

Just then, he fiercely turned to Chang Wang and said, "Master Chang, please save Peng Peng, my Xingluo Palace will be greatly indebted."

Chang Wang’s eyes were swirling with a sinister breeze. This was a fight to the death agreed upon between Xingluo and Holy Dragon Palace. Both Feng Tingfu and Yu Wenxiong wanted to interfere, which would be quite embarrassing if word got out.

And if he intervened, would he also lose all face?

"Chang Wang, if you dare interfere, we’ll kill Ma Daoming and He Jia right now."

Before Chang Wang could make up his mind, the gloomy voice of Wu Ding from Dark Dragon Mountain came, with Ma Daoming and He Jia in his grasp.

In that moment, Chang Wang stopped pondering.

Finally, after a few breaths, Chang Wang made a decision and said with a faint smile: "I came to watch the battle, I won’t interfere with Xingluo’s and Holy Dragon’s affairs, I’m truly sorry, Palace Master Yu..."

The lives of Ma Daoming and others were naturally more important.

The current state of Long Night Saint Dragon Palace had grown extraordinarily volatile, and they would fight to the death if anyone dared to touch Sikong Jing.

For the comparatively few in number Long Night Heavenly Dao Palace, there was no need to be so stubbornly confrontational.

As Chang Wang pulled back, another voice rang out, "Sikong Jing, right? Do me a favor and let Peng Peng go."

Everyone’s gaze shifted to the speaker, none other than Seventh Prince Ji Ming.

He stood tall on the edge of a gigantic flying creature, looking down at Sikong Jing below, with cold light flashing in his eyes while trying to maintain the arrogant demeanor befitting a prince of the Long Night...

But Sikong Jing laughed again: "What are you worth? You have no face in front of me."

As his words fell, Ji Ming’s face turned pale, and the next instant Sikong Jing wasted no more words and thrust at Peng Peng; the Blue Cloud Sword pierced directly through the latter’s forehead. Peng Peng’s eyes widened, dying with eyes wide open!

Silence fell across the field, Peng Peng was dead, killed directly by Sikong Jing.

Suddenly, Ji Ming, who had thought his status as prince could suppress Sikong Jing, was greatly dismayed.

"You, how dare you."

As the last word was spoken, Ji Ming immediately swooped down from the back of the gigantic creature, his entire body seething with True Qi rolling towards Sikong Jing.

His eyes were filled with murderous intent, brimming with hatred.

Originally, he wanted to use the betting stakes to humiliate Beigong Xianfeng. But because of this Sikong Jing, he lost!

He lost face and also lost the Seven Merciless Guards.

And now, this little disciple of the Night Saint Dragon Palace didn’t even give him face, directly stabbing Peng Peng and on top of that, there was the matter of pulling the wool over Yan Ruyu...

Several kinds of hatred combined, Ji Ming couldn’t restrain himself and lashed out in fury.

Watching this scene unfold, everyone’s eyes widened, Huo Yanmei roared, "Sikong Jing, be careful!"

Here, Ning Jingjing anxiously looked towards Beigong Xianfeng.

Nonetheless, the latter remained calm, nonchalantly saying, "Don’t worry, with me here Sikong won’t have any trouble. But I want to see just how far he can go, and what rank he can achieve on the East Plain Thousand Tyrant List."

Beigong Xianfeng watched Sikong Jing, his heart filled with anticipation.

He had originally thought Sikong Jing would not be able to defeat the Young Prince Ji Han, yet he had won with ease.

He had originally thought it would be difficult for Sikong Jing to win against Peng Peng, yet the difficulty was not so great.

So just how strong was Sikong Jing now?

Seventh Prince Ji Ming, who ranked in the five hundreds on the Thousand Tyrant List, would certainly be able to clarify that.

At this moment, Sikong Jing shared Beigong Xianfeng’s curiosity, wondering what his rank would be now in the Northern Lands of the East Plain. As Ji Ming dived towards him, True Qi whirled swiftly throughout Sikong Jing’s body...

The Blue Cloud Sword in his hand emitted bursts of dragon’s roars, and then the Seven Dragon Sword merged into one and thrust out fiercely.

The sword light, composed of seven colors, struck towards Ji Ming.

The latter’s eyes were cold to the extreme, and with a slap, gold and black True Qi transformed into a giant palm smashing down towards Sikong Jing’s sword light.

The Third Realm of Daoist Martial fully displayed its might, the gap between their realms vast.

Boom!

The seven-colored sword light vanished, but Ji Ming’s giant palm dissipated only slightly and continued to bear down on Sikong Jing... The entire crowd grew tense, and Qin Lao and others rushed over frantically.

But just as the giant palm was about to land, Sikong Jing struck out with both claws, the Blood Devouring Claw in action.

One hand formed the Blood Devouring Third Claw, and the other the newly completed Blood Devouring Fourth Claw, each gripping one side of Ji Ming’s huge palm. Just as the giant palm pressed close to Sikong Jing, he shouted lowly, "Disperse!"

With his claws, he tore apart Ji Ming’s giant palm, terrifying True Qi flaring out around Sikong Jing, dust filling the air.

Aboard the three giant flying creatures, everyone’s mouths gaped wide.

Sikong Jing had actually torn through Ji Ming’s giant palm, a feat unimaginable between the gap of the Xuanjiang Realm and the Third Realm of Daoist Martial; it should have been a gap as wide as heaven and earth.

Just then, Ji Ming landed and said coldly, "A fine Martial Arts Genius from the Canglong Small Domain, but who gave you the audacity to disrespect this prince, who allowed you the courage to kill Peng Peng?"

Ji Ming stared at Sikong Jing, his voice still seething with rage.

Yet Sikong Jing simply smiled and said, "Who gave you the courage to interfere in the battle between the Holy Dragon Palace and Xingluo Palace?"

Upon hearing this, Ji Ming was greatly shaken.

Indeed, this was a battle between the two major academies of the Long Night Empire, even the Emperor himself would not dare to meddle too much.

Ji Ming, having been furious to the point of losing control and being accustomed to luxury and deference, had never been spoken to like this before and acted impulsively.

And now, he found himself in a difficult predicament.

"And before entering the hunting grounds, who was it that said they would take Yan Ruyu to watch me be slaughtered?"

"Is your brain snowed under from too much martial training, Ji Ming?"

"You have no face here before me, and if you dare to continue protecting Yan Ruyu, believe it or not, I’ll kill you along with him?"

The coldness in Sikong Jing’s voice reached an extreme, as did the audacity.

Even Qin Heng would keep up appearances in front of the Seventh Prince, but with Sikong Jing, that wouldn’t fly!

And such words once again infuriated Ji Ming to no end, his True Qi surging forth again... However, just then, an ancient voice erupted, "Enough, behaving so indecorously as a prince of the Long Night Empire, what great undertaking can you achieve?"

The voice naturally came from Beigong Xianfeng, who coldly ordered, "Someone, take the Seventh Prince back for me."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Vice Commander Cao Yi swooped down first.

He forcefully bound the enraged Ji Ming and brought him back onto the giant flying creature, then saw Beigong Xianfeng watching him coldly, "What happened today will be reported to His Majesty in full, so brace yourself for the punishment!"

These words were like a bucket of cold water poured mercilessly over Ji Ming’s head, chilling him to the bone.

Thinking of his recent actions, he knew the Emperor would not let him off lightly.