Berserk God of War
Chapter 588: Night Wolf Tribe

Chapter 588: Chapter 588: Night Wolf Tribe

"Yes, so there’s no need to worry,"

"Whether it’s a new cultivation technique or new combat skills, they are all my own creations. Even if placed anywhere in the world, there would be nothing identical to them, and no one would recognize where we came from."

Sikong Jing nodded slightly, offering a bit of consolation.

However, Ning Jingjing’s mouth opened even wider as she thought, what am I worried about?

I am shocked, not worried.

I just want to know, to what extent are you Sikong Jing a freak...

At that moment, Ning Jingjing was somewhat dazed, realizing she might have brought a terrifying entity from the Canglong Small Domain that could potentially shake heaven and earth in the future.

Perhaps, a long, long time later, in the malicious biographies about Sikong Jing, there would be a section saying, if not for the accursed Ning Jingjing, perhaps the demon Sikong Jing would have never emerged.

While Ning Jingjing was indulging in her wild fantasies...

Suddenly, a deep voice arose in Yingyue Building, "Ladies and gentlemen, the Huanteng Manor Master is about to arrive and a pre-war assembly will be held inside the Yingyue Building. Those forces without Daoist Martial Realm experts should leave on their own accord."

"As for your food and drinks, of course, they are on the house from our Wuwang City Yingyue Building,"

Upon these words, a burst of uproar spread throughout the venue.

They looked towards the speaker, a middle-aged man of considerable girth who was well-known locally as the owner of Yingyue Building, surnamed Yan, commonly called Boss Yan.

The patrons of the restaurant dared not say more, each standing up and dispersing downstairs one after another...

Zeng Yuanxi also stood up and walked towards Fatty Yan with a smile, asking, "Boss Yan, I arrived in a hurry this time and didn’t bring a Daoist Martial expert. I wonder if I could stay?"

Fatty Yan smiled and asked, "Young City Lord, are you also planning to participate in the encirclement and suppression against the Soul Stealers?"

"Of course, as the Young City Lord of Wang Hun City, I despise the Soul Stealers to the core; naturally, participating in Huanteng Manor’s action is my undeniable responsibility," Zeng Yuanxi declared righteously.

Fatty Yan nodded vigorously, "Then, Young City Lord, you can certainly stay, but you must follow the orders of the Huanteng Manor Master."

Upon hearing this, Zeng Yuanxi quickly assured that he definitely wouldn’t exert pressure on the Manor Master using his identity as the Young City Lord.

Thus, Zeng Yuanxi smoothly stayed inside Yingyue Building.

Soon after, only a few tables scattered here and there remained in Yingyue Building, naturally including Sikong Jing and Ning Jingjing. Fatty Yan’s eyes flickered with a sharp gleam as he leaned in and said, "You two guests, please."

Ning Jingjing had just revealed her strength, which was merely at the Peak of the Xuanhai Realm.

As for Sikong Jing, his aura seemed very weak... And being so young, it certainly couldn’t be the Daoist Martial Realm, otherwise, he wouldn’t be so unknown in either the Long Night Empire or the War Soul Dynasty.

Being under thirty and in the Daoist Martial Realm was a famously recognized phenomenon.

Sikong Jing raised his eyebrows and casually asked, "Isn’t my Xiao Jing reaching the peak of Xuanhai Realm enough?"

"Sorry, it’s not enough... This is Huanteng Manor’s rule."

Fatty Yan said bluntly, "Of course, it would have been sufficient under normal circumstances, but later, when all the major powers’ experts gather, there will be too many people for Yingyue Building to accommodate."

The reason he spoke so politely was still because he respected Ning Jingjing’s status as a Martial Arts genius.

Otherwise, he would have driven them out directly.

Before Sikong Jing could say anything else, Zeng Yuanxi suddenly came over and said to Fatty Yan, "Boss Yan, if they are my friends, may I ask if they can stay?"

Fatty Yan’s eyes lit up, clearly seeing through Zeng Yuanxi’s intentions, and nodded, "Of course, as long as these two are also affiliated with the Young City Lord, they can certainly stay."

With a slight smile, Zeng Yuanxi playfully glanced at Sikong Jing and then asked Ning Jingjing, "Miss, shall we become friends?"

He still ignored Sikong Jing.

Thus, he held his head high and his chest out as he looked at Ning Jingjing, thinking that if she came from a tribe, she would surely see his power, the benefits of glory and wealth, and the formidable might of a great background and influence.

Compared to her so-called prince, he was far stronger.

Women from tribes like hers must be naive, definitely idolizing the strong and easily tempted.

However, Sikong Jing suddenly replied, "No need, we have the Daoist Martial Realm."

As soon as he spoke these words, whether it was Zeng Yuanxi or Fatty Yan, or even the experts remaining in the building, all were stunned and then stared steadily at Sikong Jing. Could this young man be from the Daoist Martial Realm?

"Little Black, come up!"

The next moment, Sikong Jing unexpectedly called out.

Everyone then saw a small black dog that had been lying beneath Yingyue Building leap up high, fly through the window, and land beside Sikong Jing, wagging its tail ingratiatingly.

Suddenly, everyone was taken aback. What was that?

Fatty Yan’s face darkened, and he asked in a low voice, "You aren’t suggesting that this little black dog is of the Daoist Martial Realm, are you?"

Sikong Jing’s mouth twitched slightly as he replied, "Little black dog? Boss Yan, your vision seems a bit off. Look carefully before you speak."

As soon as these words fell, the little black dog abruptly opened its eyes. Its ears, which had been drooping, suddenly perked up, and a strong demonic power surged around it, causing its fluffy tail to puff out explosively.

In an instant, both the appearance and the demeanor of the little black dog transformed dramatically.

Boom, boom, boom, boom...

One by one, the experts in the building couldn’t help but stand up, and an old man exclaimed, "This is a young Night Shadow Mad Wolf, and it’s in the Daoist Martial First Realm."

In that instance when Little Black erupted, there was nothing dog-like about it. It was clearly a wolf.

Moreover, it was the terrifying Fierce Beast, the Night Shadow Mad Wolf, and its presence had reached the Daoist Martial First Realm.

This Night Shadow Little Wolf, of course, wasn’t the one from Long Night Imperial City, but one Sikong Jing had found in the Soul Penetration Mountains.

And it wasn’t just any Night Shadow Mad Wolf; it contained a trace of the Absolute Night Wolf’s bloodline within its body, which was why Sikong Jing kept it close to him for cultivation, aiming to transform its bloodline.

He also studied its meridians and evolution to develop a stronger "Absolute Night Wolf King Technique," which led to creating a never-failing "Supreme Forget Love Technique." Previously, Yingyue Building had prohibited bringing demon beasts and pets inside.

Therefore, Sikong Jing had left the Night Shadow Little Wolf downstairs at Yingyue Building.

"Yes, Little Black is indeed in the Daoist Martial First Realm."

Sikong Jing said, then smiled and looked towards Fatty Yan, asking, "Boss Yan, your words just now, they still count, right?"

At that moment, Fatty Yan’s face darkened even more.

Faced with giving respect to Ning Jingjing, a genius, he finally agreed but left a warning behind.

"Young man, if I’m not mistaken, you guys came from the Night Wolf Tribe in the Soul Penetration Mountains, right?"

"Remember, this isn’t the Soul Penetration Mountains. Since you’re staying, you must abide by our rules; otherwise, you will suffer a terrible fate."

After speaking, Fatty Yan, without waiting for Sikong Jing to reply, turned and left.

Sikong Jing stood still, then after a glance at his clothes, he smiled wryly.

The Night Wolf Tribe— he had visited it half a month ago inside the Soul Penetration Mountains to ask for directions and even got some clothes, after spending half a month training in the mountains, the 66th Army was almost in tatters.

Their clothes were all obtained from the storage rings of the War Soul Soldiers, and there weren’t many.

Unexpectedly, he was now mistaken for someone from the Night Wolf Tribe.