Berserk God of War

Chapter 1284: Chapter 1284: Next, the Main Event

A little over a month ago, he was only at the Martial Battle Realm. Even if he breaks through now, it’s estimated to be at the peak of the Spiritual Battle Realm at best. Thus, this Sikong Buwang seems to be an extremely formidable presence.

But he’s not using his Combat Body; everyone feels that’s impossible and surely he hasn’t unleashed his Combat Body Power yet.

In short, nearly all the strongest disciples of various forces have remembered the name “Sikong Buwang” and regard him with great fear.

At the same time, Bi Xian and the other women have already seated themselves again.

Their faces are as cold as frost, as if they could freeze everything around into ice shards.

Their moods are almost on the verge of an explosion.

Especially when they hear everyone discussing Sikong Buwang, Bi Xian really wants to charge over and kill him. She’s never been so humiliated before. Worse yet, she’s been completely overshadowed by the Changqing lineage.

“Bi Xian Sister, what do we do?” asked a Wunian female disciple, unable to contain herself.

At this moment, Bi Xian’s teeth were grinding loud enough to be heard.

She growled lowly, “I really don’t know what the Fox Sect Master is up to, why still let this person roam freely outside?”

Of course, no one could answer this question for the time being.

“Regardless, he’s still a disgraced figure. He even went to the Ice King Round Tower without permission, causing us to lose all face.”

“Mieqing Venerable will certainly have something to say about it; let’s wait until we’ve left the Ice King Round Tower before addressing this.”

For now, Bi Xian had no choice.

If she tears into Sikong Buwang here, whether or not she could defeat him is another matter; it would certainly anger Mieqing Venerable.

Then Bi Xian heavily declared, “In the next bet we must win, must make Mieqing Venerable pleased.”

At that moment, Beiming Hanshan’s strongest disciple suddenly approached, smiling, “Bi Xian, congratulations on winning the bet under Spirit Movement realm with us. Your single-armed girl was simply amazing just now.”

“You must have a good relationship with her to bring her to the banquet; introduce us, won’t you?”

Upon hearing these words, the color gradually returning to Bi Xian’s face turned bright red again, almost causing her to cough up blood.

She raised her head to see expressions of ridicule from all around.

That damned bastard, she brought Wang Ge here to humiliate the Changqing lineage, yet is humiliated herself.

Everyone is laughing at her… damn it, she must kill Wang Ge and Sikong Buwang.

Amidst the surrounding mockery, the betting matches of various forces continued.

The so-called banquet is actually a contest among the disciples of various forces.

The Spiritual Battle Realm match has ended, with Wunian Saint Sect having the most victories, but Bi Xian certainly isn’t happy.

Next, the Spirit Movement Realm contest is the main focus. To please Mieqing Venerable, to regain face, to kill Sikong Buwang afterward, they must win them all.

…

In the corner of the venue, Sikong Jing looked at his sister’s empty left arm.

His heart suddenly ached again, remembering when Yin Shi and Yin Henzi had cut off her arm; one can imagine how helpless she must have felt?

Thinking of this, Sikong Jing quickly whispered, “Ling’er, I’ve retrieved your arm and fingers from Yin Henzi and Yin Shi. After the turmoil passes, I’ll attach them for you…”

As soon as he said this, Sikong Ling shuddered slightly, her eyes abruptly turning red.

Not because of the pain from her arm being cut off, but because of how much danger her brother must have faced to retrieve her arm.

His adversary was the fearsome and perverted Yin Henzi.

After calming slightly, Sikong Ling suddenly shook her head and said, “Brother, your left hand did grow back, can you teach me this method… I don’t want to reattach the original arm. Ling’er feels it’s dirty.”

Of course, Sikong Ling would never forget how her brother tore off the Beast Arm and poisoned Blood Refining Ancestor’s Demon Dragon.

When Changqing Venerable took her away, her brother’s arm was still unrecovered, but now she happily discovers he’s fully restored…

The original arm and fingers were used by Yin Henzi’s disciples; Sikong Ling simply doesn’t wish to reuse them.

Yet she feels bad for her brother’s risk; if he insists she use them…

Thinking of this, Sikong Ling quickly added, “Sorry, Brother, it’s Ling’er acting stubbornly, wasting your painstaking effort, if…”

Sikong Jing had already been taken aback and then strongly interrupted, “There is no if…”

“Indeed, it’s too dirty. It’s Brother’s fault for not considering carefully, and there’s no painstaking effort; even if you don’t use it, Yin Henzi doesn’t deserve to be buried alongside my sister’s arm.”

After a pause, Sikong Jing comforted, “Brother will surely find a way to make you grow a new arm.”

At that time, Sikong Jing merely frantically thought of retrieving his sister’s arm and fingers, without considering the fact that they were used by Yin Henzi’s disciples, which now feels deeply abhorrent.

But growing his sister a new arm isn’t easy; she’s not a Beast Body.

Sikong Jing achieved this because he was the Master of Ten Thousand Beasts, and thus was able to cultivate the meridians of the tailless dragon lizard to grow his arm, but how to make ordinary people grow lost limbs is an ongoing challenge for him.

Otherwise, he would have long since taught the members of the East Dominator Wolf Team.

“Brother, is it difficult?” Sikong Ling quietly asked.

Upon hearing her, Sikong Jing quickly raised his head and smiled, “It’s not difficult, I just need to carefully study it.”

It is hard, but he doesn’t want his sister to be disappointed right now.

And Sikong Jing believes that with his continuous realm progress, there will surely be a perfect plan, not some imperfect method others might offer, but one that would ensure his sister’s complete recovery.

Just as Yao Yuzhi once said he could restore sixty percent of the arm’s strength, but sixty percent… he doesn’t want that!

“Mm, I’ll wait for you, Brother.”

Sikong Ling nodded with a light smile and then quietly asked, “Brother, can you tell me the story of Sikong Buwang?”

She also wants to know how her brother managed to kill Yin Henzi, and more so how he reached North Central Plains so quickly; it really feels like a dream.

To this, Sikong Jing, of course, unhesitatingly replied with a smile, “Sure!”

…

While geniuses at the banquet were intensely competing, while Sikong Jing and his sister were quietly conversing…

An Absolute Night Demon Wolf arrived at the door of the Emperor’s Limitless Weapon Castle.

Swish…

Wen Luo quickly landed from its back, however, a stone stele stood at her front, marked: Entry not allowed under Emperor Martial Stage.

Nonetheless, Wen Luo directly reported to the guard with the name “Sikong Buwang,” and given she’s riding the iconic Absolute Night Demon Wolf, she was certainly allowed in, proceeding to meet Master Wuji.

Master Wuji looked at Wen Luo with confusion and asked, “Did Brother Sikong send you, did something happen to him?”

These days Sikong Jing was supposedly under detention, hence Master Wuji hadn’t had further contact with him; suddenly a disciple from Wunian Saint Sect was sent, could it be that something major has transpired?

Contemplating this, Master Wuji couldn’t help but feel tense…

However, Wen Luo shook her head and replied, “Junior Brother Sikong is doing well; we just encountered a suspected genius from Qianwang Holy Tower with an Eighth Grade Battle Body. Junior Brother Sikong is worried they might come for you, so he wanted you to be careful.”

As soon as the words fell, Master Wuji had already slowly opened his old and muddled eyes, profound and vast.