Berserk God of War
Chapter 506: Rout, Vomiting Blood

Chapter 506: Chapter 506: Rout, Vomiting Blood

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

The next moment, Qin Heng and everyone from the Long Night Saint Dragon Palace rode demon dragons and flew over.

In the blink of an eye, they had completely surrounded Mo Ci, top to bottom, hermetic and tight. Everyone was in disarray, but now their faces were alight with excitement and battle intent. They of the Long Night Saint Dragon Palace were sure to win.

Mo Ci floated foolishly in midair, her gaze sweeping fiercely over everyone around her, her whole body trembling.

At that time, Sikong Jing, with Su Yuexi by his side, landed on the back of a demon dragon and came beside Shen Qingye and Tan Yue.

He turned his head and looked at Mo Ci quietly, saying, "Wangyou Sect Master, thank you for saving my sister’s life years ago. Now, if you surrender peacefully so that we can have a good talk, I’ll offer you a way out."

Indeed, it was because of Mo Ci’s passing by that his sister Sikong Ling had been resurrected.

Now, the issue with his sister Sikong Ling must be resolved as soon as possible. Sikong Jing truly wanted to acknowledge each other as siblings quickly, he really could not bear to see her current sad and helpless appearance.

Therefore, negotiating with Mo Ci to gain more insight and understanding of the "Supreme Forget Love Technique" was very necessary.

However, Mo Ci looked back at him coldly and suddenly shouted, "You, you’re not qualified to negotiate with me."

Having said that, she turned to look at the people from the Holy Dragon Palace, and shouted forcefully, "Long Night Saint Dragon Palace, just wait. I will obliterate you all."

After speaking, Mo Ci suddenly flashed with intense ice-cold light all over her body.

Instantly, she transformed into a beam of light, smashing through the crowd that had enveloped her and flew out, violently crashing into the Holy Dragon Formation.

The people of the Holy Dragon Palace were stunned; Mo Ci had actually managed to break out.

Sikong Jing’s face darkened as he said expressionlessly, "Palace Master Shen, Institute Master Tan, we can’t let Mo Ci escape easily, even if we can’t trap her, we must leave her gravely wounded. Our Long Night Saint Dragon Palace needs time to grow stronger."

Upon hearing his words, the two of them did not hesitate to fire one sword light after another in the direction of Mo Ci’s escape.

At that moment, Mo Ci also happened to crash against the Holy Dragon Formation, but she did not break the formation immediately, so the two sword lights accurately hit her in the back, making her spit out a mouthful of fresh blood.

"You bastards, I will never spare you," Mo Ci couldn’t help but roar loudly, her power furiously bombarding the Holy Dragon Formation.

The next instant, all the people and demon dragons of the Holy Dragon Palace took coordinated action to attack, bombarding Mo Ci with a barrage of... boom, boom, boom!

"Aaah, aaah, aaah..."

Mo Ci roared continuously, and finally, with a "bang," she shattered the Holy Dragon Formation and burst out.

Hovering far off in midair, pale-faced, she swept her gaze across everyone from the Holy Dragon Palace, "If I don’t avenge this, I, Mo Ci..."

Before she could finish, Sikong Jing suddenly interrupted, "Mo Ci, I’ll leave Ling’er in your care... the same as before, I really don’t want her to fail her cultivation and die, on this point, you and I agree."

Sikong Jing was well aware that since Mo Ci had already escaped, she was beyond their reach.

He felt regret, but this was within his expectations, after all, capturing the master of the Seven Sects and Five Sects was no easy feat.

"I also hope you’ll find a way to hide my existence from Ling’er."

"At the same time, I’d rather you didn’t attack my Long Night Saint Dragon Palace again without being fully prepared. I’m worried about too many loose lips, in case Ling’er accidentally hears something."

Sikong Jing’s tone seemed calm, as if he was discussing a trivial matter.

But then... pfft!

Mo Ci couldn’t help spitting out another mouthful of fresh blood, her body shaking with anger.

She knew Sikong Jing was threatening her, but what he said was the truth. The Long Night Saint Dragon Palace was stronger than she expected, and it was highly dangerous to attack rashly without full preparation, like what happened today when she was the only one left alive to return.

Of course, if the entire Wangyou Sect were to mobilize, they could potentially wipe out the Long Night Saint Dragon Palace with relative ease, but it would be nearly impossible to keep such a movement hidden from Wang Ge.

Just the faintest whisper of her brother’s situation could risk ruining everything.

With that thought, Mo Ci stared coldly at Sikong Jing, hissing fiercely, "You’d better hide very well."

With that, she turned and vanished...

The implication was clear: she might not attack the Long Night Saint Dragon Palace directly, but she could find ways to go after Sikong Jing himself, likely setting strong warriors to secretly watch the palace...

As soon as Sikong Jing was alone, they would take him down.

At that moment, Sikong Jing called out loudly, "Mo Ci, make sure Ling’er never sees the East Plain Thousand Dominator List, got it?"

Spurt...

Off in the distance, Mo Ci spat out another mouthful of blood, her frustration unbearable. If she could, she would gladly take out Wang Ge directly, but she couldn’t—that was the future and hope of the Wangyou Sect.

With Mo Ci’s definitive departure, peace gradually returned to the Long Night Saint Dragon Palace.

Then... an uproar began.

Shi Tingxuan stood atop the Demon Dragon, shouting wildly, "We won, we actually defeated the Wangyou Sect, we actually slew so many of the Wangyou Sect’s powerhouses and forced the Wangyou Demon to flee in a spray of blood."

"Damn it, the Long Night Saint Dragon Palace is mighty, the Long Night Saint Dragon Palace is domineering."

"Wuuu, we actually won, granny’s legs I now want to take on the Holy Dragon General Academy, just do it!"

The entire Long Night Saint Dragon Palace erupted, instructors lost their usual composure and embraced the apprentices, and apprentices sat on the backs of the Demon Dragons, gently wiping away their tears.

Choosing the Long Night Saint Dragon Palace was undoubtedly the right decision.

Xu He and Ge Rong, surrounded by students, stated that Sikong Jing was one of theirs from the Da He Association, their pride palpable.

The Demon Dragons roared towards the sky, venting their joy.

Qin Heng and others wept openly, having originally thought the Long Night Saint Dragon Palace was doomed today, only to witness a turnaround; Sikong Jing was simply too incredible, single-handedly reversing the tide of battle.

After this battle, the Long Night Saint Dragon Palace would become more than twice as strong, filled with confidence and overflowing with battle intent.

The Wangyou Sect was one of the Seven Sects, Five Sects, Three Academies, a truly formidable presence that struck fear into the hearts of many.

The significance of this victory was far greater than merely driving away the Long Night Star Palace.

Finally, Qin Heng and the others turned their gaze towards Sikong Jing, then to the 200,000 radiant soldiers of the Dark Wing Camp; without him bringing these soldiers, there would have been no chance of victory.

The big-headed soldiers, often underestimated by experts of various sects, unleashed terrifying power in Sikong Jing’s hands.

Every command, issued just moments ago, had left Qin Heng and the others in awe.

Sikong Jing let out a light breath, looking around at the effervescent crowd and heaved a sigh, "Palace Master Shen, Vice Palace Master Qin, this is still on me; I’ve implicated the Long Night Saint Dragon Palace."

Though they won, the cost in blood and life weighed heavily on Sikong Jing’s heart.

On the other hand, Shen Qingye was still somewhat confused about the battle, but Qin Heng shook his head and solemnly spoke.

"No, the Long Night Saint Dragon Palace must go through these trials to live with dignity, otherwise, it will always cower submissively like a dog."

"And submissive dogs seldom meet a good end."

"Just like the life-and-death struggle a month ago with the Long Night Star Palace, we nearly got sacrificed by the Holy Dragon General Academy for their gain. Many who were there had already experienced death once."

As Qin Heng spoke, Huo Yanmei and the others nodded gravely, no one would blame Sikong Jing.