Berserk God of War

Chapter 680: Chapter 680: Northern Mountain, My Turf

Her feelings for her mentor, Mo Ci, were exceptionally complex, because she knew that her mentor had never truly wanted her to meet her brother and had always been looking for excuses, but now, suddenly receiving news of her death, she still felt a bit of sorrow.

After all, it was her mentor who had saved her life.

The Great Elder was stunned for a moment, and finally, grinding his teeth, replied, ”Long Night Saint Dragon Palace, Shen Qingye, and Tan Yue.”

She couldn’t very well say she didn’t know, so she just blurted out the Long Night Saint Dragon Palace.

Sikong Ling committed these two names to memory, but for some reason, she felt no hatred in her heart.

Perhaps all her hatred was directed at Senior Sister Wang Qing, who had killed her brother.

At that moment, the Great Elder quickly advised, ”Wang Ge, you must not act rashly. Shen Qingye and Tan Yue have a terrifying Reverse Soul Realm Demon Dragon on their side. We need to slowly figure out a plan.”

First, throw out this excuse, then find a way to kill Sikong Jing...

Sikong Jing must die before Wang Ge learns the entire truth, preferably at the hands of Lian Kegu or the War Soul Dynasty.

But Sikong Ling was anything but impulsive; her feelings remained as complex as ever, and she finally said, ”Great Elder, I want to return to the Wangyou Sect as soon as possible. I wish to pay my respects to my mentor.”

The Great Elder agreed to this and then took Sikong Ling and kept maneuvering through the Northern Mountain.

She resolved that if Sikong Jing wasn’t dead by the time she returned to the Wangyou Sect, she would first lock up Wang Ge and then decide what to do next.

...

Two days later, the latest edition of the East Plain Thousand Dominator List was released.

The news was explosively sensational, as the Long Night Genius, Sikong Jing, had defied all odds to surpass Gongyang Ying and landed at number 30 on the list.

Countless people were shocked and even stunned, and many were dissatisfied.

But no matter what, Sikong Jing’s name had now spread far and wide, his rise truly unstoppable.

At this moment, Sikong Jing had just met up with Ning Jingjing, unaware of the East Plain Thousand Dominator List news. Right then, Ning Jingjing’s Soul Stealer large troop was surrounded by the War Soul Army, in a very precarious situation.

Aside from the 66th Army, the other ordinary mountain bandits had lost their will to fight after these days of attrition.

But at the moment of Sikong Jing’s return, the soldiers of the 66th Army all roared in unison, ”Everyone, the Boss has arrived.”

This shout spread out, and all the mountain bandits shuddered with excitement, their spirits immediately rekindled as they trusted Sikong Jing the most—the Invincible Soul Eater Leader.

Once, they had followed the Soul Eater Leader to dominate Wang Hun State.

Seeing this scene, Ning Jingjing could only smile wryly. Just the return of Sikong Jing had completely transformed the morale of the troops, a feat she was far from matching. Was this what they meant by the Invincible God General?

As the morale of the mountain bandits soared with Sikong Jing’s arrival, he mounted his steed and rose high into the air, surveying the entire field.

”Everyone, I, Soul Eater, have returned...”

”And now I am Sikong Jing of the Long Night Empire. Follow me to the Northern Mountain. Lu Lungan’s forces are not as numerous as they were at the start, for they have been diverted by my Absolute Night Wolf Guards.”

”We no longer need to hide. Follow me and fight!”

With Sikong Jing’s appearance and command, the morale of the troops soared even higher, as they all saw hope for survival.

After half a day, they broke through the encirclement.

Now, the Soul Stealers were only three days away from the Northern Mountain.

And Sikong Jing planned to head straight there.

At the same time, when Lu Lungan and Gongyang Ren received word that Sikong Jing had returned to the Soul Stealer forces, they were driven nearly mad with frustration, especially Lu Lungan, who had already surrounded seven hundred Absolute Night Wolf Guards.

It happened near Fengying Lake—where he thought he was about to capture Sikong Jing.

He had been fooled again!

”Ah, damn it all... Kill these seven hundred Wolf Blood Warriors. The rest of you follow me to the Northern Mountain.”

Lu Lungan’s anger surged as he mounted his steed and charged back into the fray.

Even if he returned at his fastest speed, he could only reach the entrance of the Northern Mountain to block Sikong Jing.

On the other side, Lian Guang and the seven hundred Wolf Guards stood by the edge of Fengying Lake.

Facing formidable opponents and the surrounding troops of Lu Lungan, they managed a faint smile; then Lian Guang shouted, ”Jump!”

Splash...

In an instant, all seven hundred Wolf Guards plunged into the blood-red waters of the lake.

The scent of the Absolute Night Mad King’s blood was still in the air, albeit faint; these waters were their hope for survival...

Indeed, the moment the War Soul warriors pursued them into the lake, they screamed and quickly emerged again.

If this had happened just after the Absolute Night Wolf King’s blood had been unleashed, they would have certainly perished.

Now, they only suffered minor injuries.

Still, they dared not dive in too deep to chase their prey, nor could they linger in the lake for long. They could only temporarily order a siege around the entire Fengying Lake, believing that the Absolute Night Wolf Guards could not stay in there for much longer.

What the pursuers did not know was that the Absolute Night Wolf Guards had already reckoned their path.

Inside the lake, they had found an underwater current, and as early as the day before, they detected the scent of the Wolf King Blood on the other side. Following the current, they silently left Fengying Lake.

After leaving, they did not pause but headed stealthily toward the Northern Mountain.

By contrast, when Sikong Jing, leading the Soul Stealers, arrived at the Northern Mountain three days later, Lu Lungan’s army was already in a full state of readiness.

Just then, Lu Lungan, who had hurried over, stood at the forefront of his army, glaring at Sikong Jing among the Soul Stealers, and bellowed, ”Dark Wings Sikong Jing, you won’t escape this time. Surrender or die!”

Lu Lungan bristled with killing intent. He had given up control over the Youyuan Twelve States just to catch Dark Wings Sikong Jing.

Yet, he still did not wish to kill Sikong Jing and hoped to enlist him instead.

However, Sikong Jing looked back at him and slowly said, ”Lu Lungan, we meet again. But do you know? Once you’ve reached the Northern Mountain, you’re on my turf, because... there’s a Beast Tide!”

At these words, Lu Lungan’s entire body trembled violently, a chill running through him.

But in the next instant, he regained his composure and snorted, ”Impossible. Your Iron Bone Flying Vulture is dead; you can’t trigger a Beast Tide.”

He was convinced that Sikong Jing was merely bluffing, trying to intimidate him.

Firmly, Lu Lungan believed that the Beast Tide during the traverse of the Soul Penetration Mountain had been triggered by the Iron Bone Flying Vulture, which was now dead.

This was confirmed information, well known by Gongyang Ying and the War Soul Heavenly Dao Palace.

”Is that so? But I still have the essence blood of the Iron Bone Flying Vulture.”

Sikong Jing responded, and then deliberately conjured a glob of pungent red blood, claiming it was the essence blood of the Iron Bone Flying Vulture.

Before Lu Lungan could react, Sikong Jing hurled the blood into the sky.

In fact, it was Sikong Jing’s own blood, containing a drop of essence blood from the Master of Ten Thousand Beasts!

”Roar roar roar...”

As soon as the blood was flung into the air, the entire Northern Mountain began to tremble, and demon beasts roared fiercely!

The immature essence blood of the Master of Ten Thousand Beasts sent countless demon beasts into a frenzy. There was no time for Lu Lungan and the others to react or wait; as soon as the blood was released, chaos ensued immediately.

All at once, Lu Lungan was taken aback, then thrown into panic.

The entire War Soul Dynasty’s army was also thrown into disarray. The ground shook violently, and terrifying Fierce Beasts rose high from the depths of the Northern Mountain, with the aura of the Reverse Soul Realm beasts roaring from the mountains.

Everything happened too fast and too fiercely.

Even before Lu Lungan could utter a few words, all the lines he had prepared were lost, rendered unspeakable by Sikong Jing’s blood.