Berserk God of War
Chapter 638: Sikong Jing, Explosive Entrance

Chapter 638: Chapter 638: Sikong Jing, Explosive Entrance

In the small town, Qiu Baichu was enveloped in relentless cold, yet he still spoke without timidity, "I alone am responsible for my actions, and I indeed mentioned Sikong Jing. Are you afraid of him? Are you, Lian Zhiyu, very afraid of him?"

His voice still carried madness, tinged with a strong sharpness, as if he truly feared nothing, not even death.

"Lian Zhiyu, you fear Gongyang Ying, you also fear Sikong Jing... what is it that you are truly not afraid of?"

At this moment, Qiu Baichu had gone insane, knowing full well he had no chance of surviving, he was cursing at Lian Zhiyu as if he were fighting till his death.

Even in death, he wanted Lian Zhiyu to taste the humiliation of being scorned by others.

Driven mad by rage, Lian Zhiyu lost his composure and roared, "What a joke, how could I possibly be afraid of Gongyang Ying and Sikong Jing? If Sikong Jing were here right now, do you believe I could kill him with a single sword thrust?"

Having said that, True Qi surged around Lian Zhiyu, pressing towards Qiu Baichu.

At this instant, Junior Sister Luan and the other robust men behind Qiu Baichu retreated frantically, unable to control their footing.

Qiu Baichu himself felt as if his entire body was about to explode, the gap between his Xuantian Fifth Realm and Lian Zhiyu’s Daoist Martial Fifth Realm was simply too great.

"Palace Master, please think of something quickly."

High above in the Cloud Layer, the higher-ups of the War Soul Sacred Dragon Palace were desperate to the extreme.

Qiu Qifeng’s old eyes were bloodshot, at a loss, until finally, he opened his mouth wide, ready to come to the rescue; he couldn’t just stand by and watch.

And just at this highly tense moment, a voice filled with magnetic quality rang out.

"A single sword thrust to kill Sikong Jing, I really don’t believe that."

As the voice emerged, a young man in black strode into everyone’s view, stepping forward in front of Qiu Baichu. Amidst Lian Zhiyu’s frightening aura, he remained calm and composed, steadily advancing.

He was, of course, Sikong Jing himself.

Suddenly, Qiu Baichu was stunned; so were Qiu Qifeng and the other high-ranking officials of the War Soul Sacred Dragon Palace, as were Junior Sister Luan and the robust men, all filled with disbelief.

The instructors and students of the War Soul Sacred Dragon Palace, secretly watching the scene, were equally bewildered.

And Lian Zhiyu, too, was dumbfounded for a moment...

Before she could speak, the Main Academy male student who had previously wanted to kill Junior Sister Luan sneered, "Another one courting death, daring to invoke Sikong Jing’s name... then you can go to your death first."

With that, the male student launched an attack at Sikong Jing.

Another male student by Lian Zhiyu’s side mocked, "War Soul Sacred Dragon Palace really is a joke, one after another they come looking for death."

In their eyes, Sikong Jing was surely a student from the War Soul Sacred Dragon Palace, just impulsively rushing to his death.

"Junior Brother, be careful..."

Simultaneously, Qiu Baichu also cried out in alarm, thinking that Sikong Jing was some impulsive junior brother whom he did not recognize.

After all, no one else but himself could withstand the male student’s attack.

However, Sikong Jing’s mouth curved slightly, and with a metallic ring from his hand, the light of the War Saber burst forth. Then, in a scene reminiscent of the one outside the town, the charging male student suddenly stopped midair.

His arrogant expression froze, then a splattering noise followed as blood spurted in a straight line from the center of his body.

Still, it was: a one-strike kill!

Thud, thud...

The bisected corpse fell heavily to the ground, blood splattered everywhere, and this time the male student was killed without even making a sound.

"Dead, dead? Cut in half with a single stroke?"

All at once, everyone was stunned beyond belief, their voices trembling.

Qiu Baichu’s mouth hung open in disbelief, staring at the so-called junior brother in front of him, while everyone around, no matter who, was staring fixedly at the body cleaved in two, their minds completely blanked out.

Qiu Qifeng on the cloud layer was dumbstruck as well, murmuring repeatedly, "Daoist Martial Fourth Realm, Dao Marshal Realm!"

Finally, in the instant Sikong Jing drew his sword, he deduced the other’s Martial Arts Realm.

"Another one’s dead, thrilling, thrilling, thrilling!"

Master Zhang and several regular students were hidden on the rooftop of a building, staring at the bisected corpse and exclaiming frantically...

Master Zhang’s fists were tightly clenched. He felt thrilled but also very worried.

Clang, clang, clang...

Suddenly, three students from the Main Academy beside Lian Zhiyu drew their weapons simultaneously. Another male student who had just arrogantly said that Sikong Jing had come to die shouted, "Daoist Martial Fourth Realm, who are you?"

So young, so powerful, and so reckless in killing, he definitely couldn’t be a nobody.

At this moment, Sikong Jing’s image was vastly different from when he had been a guard for the Imperial Advisor Mansion at the War Soul Star Palace, so they didn’t recognize him at all, nor did they know that Lian Zhiyu’s face had been struck by Sikong Jing.

The next moment, Sikong Jing introduced himself, "A Disciple cast away by the Long Night Saint Dragon Palace, Sikong Jing."

The name Sikong Jing instantly swept through the crowd.

Countless people’s pupils shrank violently, their minds echoing with the three words "Sikong Jing" as if in a reverberation.

Qiu Baichu was visibly shaking all over, staring at Sikong Jing’s silhouette in disbelief, his lips trembling madly.

This was the person he had just mentioned, the person he wanted to be, Sikong Jing had actually arrived at the War Soul Sacred Dragon Palace at this time, and he had even acted to save him, slaying a student from the Holy Dragon General Academy.

Above the cloud layer, a group of the higher-ups from the War Soul Sacred Dragon Palace looked at each other in amazement, their eyes filled with shock.

Speak of Sikong Jing, and Sikong Jing arrives!

Boom...

Just when everyone was in shock, Lian Zhiyu and the three students behind her released their True Qi skywards simultaneously. Then Lian Zhiyu stared straight at Sikong Jing and said manically, "So, you are Sikong Jing."

"Yes, did you just say you want to thrust me through with your sword?" Sikong Jing’s voice was filled with calmness, carrying a hint of coldness.

Lian Zhiyu’s pupils contracted again and again, and she sneered, "Exactly, I want to thrust you through with a sword... Haha, I really didn’t expect you to appear here. Now, let me send you to your death as a revenge for my junior brother Lu Ding."

With that, Lian Zhiyu drew a fiery red sword, pointing it straight at Sikong Jing.

Lu Ding was indeed the person she fancied, and the reason she wanted to kill upon hearing Qiu Baichu mention Sikong Jing was precisely this.

Whether it was Sikong Jing’s defiance of the Holy Dragon General Academy or his killing of Lu Ding, he had to die.

At the same time, the three students from the Holy Dragon General Academy also calmed down. One of the male students laughed coldly, "Sikong Jing, you really have guts, daring to boast in front of Sister Lian when you are only number 98 on the East Plain Thousand Tyrant List..."

One of the female students said, "I’m afraid he doesn’t know that the gap between every rank in the top hundred is enormous."

The second female student added, "It’s not his fault, I heard he came from the countryside and lacks experience."

They were not afraid of Sikong Jing at all, because the gap between rank 98 and 86 was indeed significant, especially after seeing that Sikong Jing was still only in the Daoist Martial Fourth Realm, they cared even less.

It was precisely because they knew the enormous gap between each rank that they didn’t dare challenge Gongyang Ying.

It boiled down to one thing, they were bullies that feared the strong!

At this moment, even Master Zhang on the rooftop was stunned and said blankly, "That’s right, Sikong Jing is only number 98 on the East Plain Thousand Tyrant List. Why did I always think that he would definitely be able to kill Lian Zhiyu?"

Upon hearing this, several regular students also became nervous, realizing that it might not be so simple after all.

However, Sikong Jing’s eyes narrowed slightly as he replied slowly, "I haven’t fought for two months, and I don’t know how the Overlord Commerce has made their assessments. Do you really think I’m only at rank 98?"

As he spoke, Sikong Jing stepped forward boldly, with his War Saber emitting a series of sonorous clangs.