Berserk God of War

Chapter 660: Chapter 660: Those Who Obstruct Me Shall Die

Rustle...

All the demon beasts were so frightened that they flew out, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Some, too terrified, even crashed into buildings in the distance, while others were cowering in corners, shivering uncontrollably.

The scene was ludicrous, yet it chilled one’s bones to the core.

This sight was incomprehensible, leaving Mo Ci’s face, usually so cold and frosty, completely dumbfounded.

But she had no time to think, for Sikong Jing was charging at her again. Mo Ci flickered to the side, desperately shouting, ”Cross Saber Sect elder, help me.”

She had completely let go of all her pride and was now pleading for help.

As she spoke, Wu Zhenzhi was momentarily stunned, but then he declared heartily, ”Fine, but I want a Universe Grade saber in return.”

Even though Mo Ci had kicked him before and threatened him,

Wu Zhenzhi didn’t care; he wanted to kill Sikong Jing even more than he wanted to deal with Mo Ci and was content as long as there was a benefit to him.

A glint flashed in Mo Ci’s eyes, and in an instant, she was behind Wu Zhenzhi, not hesitating at all as she agreed, ”Good, I promise you.”

Now wasn’t the time to haggle; her life was on the line.

The moment she agreed, Wu Zhenzhi burst into laughter, ”Benxing, even though the Shihun isn’t really the Shihun, I still have to help you cut him down. Watch the true power of the Cross Saber Sect closely.”

As the words left him, his saber swept through the air, striking at Sikong Jing, who was lunging towards him.

At the same time, Yan Benxing roared with laughter, ”Shihun Sikong Jing, you are still nothing but a stepping stone to me. You and the Iron Bone Flying Vulture are so badly injured; you can’t possibly be a match for Elder Wu.”

As he spoke, he gazed sinisterly at Wu Zhenzhi’s saber, slashing fiercely towards the Iron Bone Flying Vulture and Sikong Jing.

Even if Elder Wu couldn’t kill Sikong Jing, Mo Ci was there.

With the addition of a Peak Golden Body Realm combatant, Sikong Jing almost had no chance of winning, and the surrounding onlookers shared this belief.

Everyone watched without a word, none offering counsel.

Even Qiu Qifeng didn’t dare say anything, or rather, he couldn’t intervene.

”Really, then you can die first.”

Just as Yan Benxing was full of self-satisfaction, a cold voice appeared behind him. He turned and his soul nearly leap out of his skin in fright.

Sikong Jing had somehow appeared behind him at some point.

Spurt...

Giving Yan Benxing no time to react, Sikong Jing decapitated him with a swift motion. Yan Benxing died without even realizing what happened; he didn’t have time to react!

He had been too self-assured, his attention fully on Wu Zhenzhi’s attack.

Even in death, Yan Benxing couldn’t understand how Sikong Jing could have suddenly appeared behind him.

Booming...

Nobody noticed Sikong Jing either, they only saw the bright flash of the saber clashing with the Iron Bone Flying Vulture, blinding everyone. Each person was excited yet nervous, questioning if Sikong Jing could catch it?

And when the light from the saber dissipated, they saw the Iron Bone Flying Vulture with several more bones protruding out.

Blood dripped to the ground, making a deep thudding sound...

Wu Zhenzhi and Mo Ci were both staring intently at the Iron Bone Flying Vulture, but in the next instant, they were both shocked to their cores.

Some shouted, ”Where’s Sikong Jing?”

Suddenly, someone pointed toward Yan Benxing and said, ”Yan Benxing is dead, his head is gone!”

Upon hearing this, everyone’s gaze shifted in unison toward Yan Benxing.

But there, apart from a headless corpse, there was nothing but a pool of blood still trickling out.

Wu Zhenzhi’s smug expression disappeared, and he charged forward, shouting, ”Benxing, Benxing...who the hell killed Benxing?”

”Of course, it was I who killed him...”

Sikong Jing’s cold voice echoed throughout the venue. He slowly leaped and once again landed on the back of the Iron Bone Flying Vulture, holding a long staff in one hand and a human head in the other.

And that head was none other than Yan Benxing’s.

”No one said a Knight couldn’t leave his mount; the Iron Bone Flying Vulture is more than enough to block your blade.”

”And I, killed Yan Benxing.”

Blood was also streaming down Sikong Jing’s face, but his words sent a chilling dread through the audience. Even more terrifying was the declaration: ”Any who dares obstruct my killing of Mo Ci, shall die, regardless of who they are, no matter which sect or power they belong to.”

”Yan Benxing of the Cross Saber Sect is just the first example. Those who wish to die, come forth.”

His voice carried a resoluteness that seemed even colder than the Supreme Forget Love Technique practiced by Bi Mo Ci, instilling fear.

The next moment, Wu Zhenzhi was already in a frenzy, howling: ”Sikong Jing, I will kill you.”

Yan Benxing was now the Sect Leader’s most valued disciple, and he would have been guaranteed to enter the top twenty of the East Plain Thousand Tyrant List within two years. Yet, he died here, at the hands of Sikong Jing.

Charging forward, Wu Zhenzhi roared again, ”If I don’t kill you, then I, Wu Zhenzhi, swear I am not a man.”

Sikong Jing’s mouth twitched slightly as he tossed the head of Yan Benxing and simultaneously sent his staff crashing towards Wu Zhenzhi.

Then came Sikong Jing’s total domination. No matter how injured the Iron Bone Flying Vulture was, it remained in the Reverse Soul Realm, and now, with the Master of Ten Thousand Beasts, Sikong Jing, at the helm, it had no choice but to fight desperately.

Suddenly, Mo Ci’s voice rang out: ”Whoever kills Sikong Jing, owes Wangyou Sect a favor.”

As the words fell, Mo Ci also swept toward Sikong Jing, joining forces with Wu Zhenzhi.

Everyone around exchanged glances. A favor from Wangyou Sect was something to be moved by, an extremely precious offer.

The next moment, the Palace Master of the War Soul Star Palace stepped forward and said, ”Sikong Jing killed our Main Academy’s Gong Bei Qiang. He must die no matter what. Now, everyone listen to me and join me in besieging Sikong Jing.”

After he spoke, the mighty ones from the War Soul Star Palace charged in the direction of Sikong Jing, determined to kill him.

At the same time, His Highness the Fifth Prince, Lu Chi, said, ”Come, surround and kill Sikong Jing.”

He had to make an appearance for the sake of avenging his elder brother, Lu Ding. Although the men he brought were not strong enough, they had to make a move.

With these two forces taking action, everyone’s gaze turned to the people of the War Soul Sacred Dragon Palace.

Qiu Qifeng’s face turned slightly pale, feeling helpless about whether to join in or to hold back. How was he supposed to deal with this?

Suddenly, his grandson, Qiu Baichu, said coldly, ”Sikong Jing must die at the hands of our Senior Sister Lian’s father. War Soul Star Palace, you bastards get down from here, your opponent now is me!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Qiu Baichu unleashed the freshly broken-through aura of the Daoist Martial Realm and went straight for Dou Youchuan.

He couldn’t care less at this point; he found an excuse to aid Sikong Jing. After all, he absolutely couldn’t allow Sikong Jing to die.

Hearing this, Qiu Qifeng’s body shook violently, gritting his teeth, he said, ”That’s right, Sikong Jing must die by our Holy Dragon General Academy’s hand. No one is allowed to snatch him away, War Soul Star Palace... I, Qiu Qifeng, have reached the Golden Body Realm!”

Boom...

The power of the Golden Body Realm exploded. In these three days, he had achieved the Golden Body Realm within the new Dragon Soul Battlefield.

Seizing this opportunity, it was time for a big showdown!

All at once, the people from the War Soul Sacred Dragon Palace blocked those from the War Soul Star Palace.

And then a chaotic battle ensued. People from the War Soul Star Palace cursed continuously, saying they were there to help Sikong Jing... but Qiu Qifeng was adamant that Sikong Jing had to die by the hands of the Sacred Dragon Palace.

As Sikong Jing was already severely injured, there was no need for them to join forces in the siege.

The actions of the War Soul Sacred Dragon Palace surprised many, stirring anger in Mo Ci. Under normal circumstances, she would want to deal with Qiu Qifeng directly, but now she was hard-pressed to save herself.

At this time, Lu Lungan approached Gongyang Ren and asked in a deep voice, ”State Preceptor, shall we also make a move?”