Berserk God of War

Chapter 800: Chapter 800: Gathering of Geniuses, Chou Zhan Severely Injured

Long Night Saint Dragon Palace still hadn’t publicly broken away from Holy Dragon Academy, and now they announced they’re taking Sikong Jing back as a student.

Because of that, Sikong Jing was naturally considered a junior disciple to Fu Jiaoxing.

In response to Fu Jiaoxing’s words, Sikong Jing casually smiled, not wishing to say much, and sat down on a bench to the side. When Fu Jiaoxing’s aura burst forth, Sikong Jing had also already clearly discerned his realm.

Just like Guo Zixia, also in the Third Realm of Dao Inquiry.

In that case, Sikong Jing no longer paid any attention, feeling he had no nonsense to discuss with them.

Sikong Jing’s such arrogant and presumptuous attitude instantly caused flames of rage to surge throughout Fu Jiaoxing’s body, while a student from Holy Dragon Academy also loudly exclaimed, ”Sikong Jing, as a student of Long Night Saint Dragon Palace, what kind of attitude is that?”

Sikong Jing still ignored them, picking up and eating the fruit that was placed on the table, with an air of nonchalance as if to say, you lot can say whatever you like.

Such behavior made people want to beat him up.

Just as Fu Jiaoxing and the others wanted to erupt further, a loud laughter suddenly came from outside, ”Fu Jiaoxing, whatever made you all so angry, need me to calm you down?”

The voice poured heavily inside, and everyone’s eyes in the hall flickered, as Shang Fu from Xingluo Academy had arrived.

In an instant, all the attention from the Holy Dragon Academy shifted from Sikong Jing, and sure enough, they saw Shang Fu walk into the hall with a dozen people. However... the moment the latter stopped walking, his smile also froze.

The next moment, Shang Fu and his group nearly roared simultaneously, ”Sikong, Jing!”

At that moment, Sikong Jing was sitting right in the center of the great hall, clearly blocking Shang Fu and his group’s path.

Even with mental preparation and self-reminders on the way...

The moment Shang Fu and his group saw Sikong Jing, they still couldn’t restrain their towering rage, unable to forget the latter’s arrogance from a few days ago, unable to forget the scene where Elder Lu of Reverse Soul Realm was swallowed alive by the Iron Bone Flying Vulture.

Shang Fu and the Xingluo Students really couldn’t help it and truly wished they could kill Sikong Jing on the spot.

But that wasn’t possible, as it was prohibited to fight inside the Ancient Building of Overlord Commerce; they had been warned by the people from Overlord Commerce upon entering, and moreover, Shang Fu had no confidence whatsoever.

On hearing this, Sikong Jing lifted his head, replying with a smile, ”Shang Fu, I’ve only just arrived as well, it’s a shame I couldn’t witness the imposing arrival of your hundreds of Divine Spaceships, truly regrettable.”

These words, far from exciting Shang Fu or making him happy, turned his face red to the extreme.

The words of Sikong Jing were basically tearing open Shang Fu’s wounds and heartlessly sprinkling salt on them; the impressive might of the hundreds of Divine Spaceships had been overshadowed hugely due to Sikong Jing’s appearance.

Now him saying such things, wasn’t it a deliberate taunt?

At that moment, Ling Feiyan took a heavy step forward.

”Sikong Jing, what are you so proud of? During the Overlord Commerce quota battle, Senior Brother Shang could kill you with just a flick of his finger.”

”At that time, you better not refuse Senior Brother Shang’s challenge.”

Having said that, Ling Feiyan wore an expression full of cold laughter.

In contrast, Shang Fu, whose face was originally full of anger, suddenly darkened again, wishing he could slap Ling Feiyan to death.

When did I ever say that I wanted to challenge Sikong Jing to a duel?

Sikong Jing looked towards Ling Feiyan puzzledly, wondering where this woman’s confidence in Shang Fu came from, yet he still said, ”I’m looking forward to it, just like I’m looking forward to Guo Zixia taking another punch from me.”

As he spoke, Sikong Jing deliberately looked towards the door...

It turns out that at some point, footsteps had approached the door and stopped just as Sikong Jing’s voice fell.

The next moment, seven sinister and terrifying black faces appeared at the entrance.

They were the seven from Heavenly Dao Academy, their minds filled with countless curses they wanted to utter, but in the end they still held them back.

Guo Zixia said indifferently, ”Sikong Jing, prepare to die!”

After that remark, he ignored Sikong Jing and turned to Shang Fu and Fu Jiaoxing, saying, ”You’re truly laughable, caring about a one-armed dead man. It would be more practical to talk about how to deal with Chou Zhan’s arrival.”

Following those words, Fu Jiaoxing and Shang Fu immediately withdrew their gazes from Sikong Jing and started conversing with Guo Zixia, their smiles as fake as their laughter.

It indeed wasn’t right to allow someone like Sikong Jing to attract so much attention.

But the others were still staring at Sikong Jing, each with the corner of their mouth twitching; this fellow truly seemed to bear a grudge against the Three Great Academies as the legends suggested.

And he was indeed arrogant, picking fights with geniuses from the Three Great Academies as soon as he arrived.

Did he truly not know the meaning of death?

With the arrival of Guo Zixia, Shang Fu, and others, the banquet was nearly complete with only the fearsome Chou Zhan yet to arrive, while geniuses from the other sects were already chatting with people from the Three Great Academies...

Each one vying for attention, wondering who to suck up to.

As for Sikong Jing, he was naturally being ignored, completely isolated, but he didn’t seem to mind as he drank and ate heartily, the banquet’s offerings indeed delicious.

Once Chou Zhan arrived and his strength and personality had been assessed, Sikong Jing would immediately leave the tedious banquet.

Time passed by, and in the blink of an eye, two hours had gone by.

Chou Zhan had still not arrived, perhaps choosing not to attend after all. Since attendance at the banquet wasn’t compulsory, maybe Chou Zhan looked down on everyone present, but only the people from Heavenly Dao Academy smirked in secret.

If Chou Zhan hadn’t shown up by this time, he was probably dead already.

Meanwhile, no one from Overlord Commerce was there to host the banquet. It was merely a chance for the younger generation to interact before the battle, that’s all.

It was essentially providing a venue for the geniuses to get to know one another.

At this moment, taking advantage of when others weren’t paying attention, Gongyang Ying approached Sikong Jing and asked, ”Where is your sister Wang Ge?”

Gongyang Ying wasn’t the only one curious about Wang Ge; the people around were also very interested.

Wang Ge now ranked tenth on the Thousand Tyrant List, just one place behind Sikong Jing, yet despite being siblings, they were never seen together.

Gongyang Ying, still unable to forget the sight of the human-shaped demon beast carrying Wang Ge on its back, finally couldn’t help but come over to ask.

Of course, she didn’t dare let anyone know she was in contact with Sikong Jing, so her question was very covert, as if she were just passing by quietly.

Sikong Jing looked up slightly and replied offhandedly, ”She won’t come to participate in the qualification battle.”

He did not provide a more detailed answer. Gongyang Ying was just a fleeting presence in his life; moreover, now that she had joined Xingluo Academy, she naturally had nothing to do with him.

Gongyang Ying was momentarily stunned, wanting to inquire further but found herself unable to speak, as people had begun to take notice of them.

Just as she was about to turn and leave, her gaze suddenly froze at the entrance.

She saw a man who had appeared at the entrance of the hall, a gaunt and indifferent man.

He was covered in blood, his complexion pale to the extreme...

In that moment, Sikong Jing also saw, and the young prodigies inside the banquet hall could see clearly as well.

The next moment, someone murmured in a low voice, ”Chou Zhan!”

In that instant, Guo Zixia and his fellow disciples from Heavenly Dao Academy had a flash of coldness in their eyes, as Chou Zhan had indeed survived and arrived, though he seemed to have sustained extremely serious injuries.

A glint of sharpness flashed in Sikong Jing’s eyes as he sized up Chou Zhan from head to toe, but what he saw was an extremely unstable aura.

Chou Zhan was gravely injured, very gravely injured!