Berserk God of War

Chapter 1317: Chapter 1317: Entering the Town, Strict Vigilance

Outside Wuji Town...

The coachman certainly didn’t know what Sikong Jing had just done with the Absolute Night Demon Wolf. He simply muttered, ”Brother Sikong, why let such a powerful mount leave? If it were here...”

Before he could finish, Sikong Jing interrupted him directly.

”Against Qianwang Holy Tower, an Absolute Night Demon Wolf of the third Great Realm of the Emperor Martial Stage is of no use, and it cannot appear in Wuji Town, or it will endanger Mieqing Venerable of Wunian Saint Sect.”

This skirmish will involve battles at the Venerable Level, in which the role of the Absolute Night Demon Wolf is, of course, insignificant.

The coachman still didn’t quite understand as he asked, ”Brother Sikong, you’ve come. Wouldn’t you endanger Mieqing Venerable?”

As a disciple of Wunian aiding the remnant of Su Old Demon, it would surely harm the Wunian Saint Sect.

Sikong Jing lifted his eyelids slightly and replied with a smile, ”I won’t reveal my true identity easily, and although I am a remnant of Su Old Demon, Mieqing Venerable is not, so if there’s a marked Absolute Night Demon Wolf, it obviously can’t appear with me.”

After speaking, Sikong Jing turned and strode into Wuji Town, while placing a mask on his face.

It was, indeed, the Dark Wing Mask he once used in the East Plain Northern Land of the Long Night Empire...

Sikong Jing certainly wouldn’t explain to the coachman now; since leaving the Wunian Fox Gate Manor, he was no longer Sikong Buwang but the Young Master Sikong Jing of Master Wuji.

Wearing the mask and not bringing the Absolute Night Demon Wolf naturally meant severing ties with the Wunian Saint Sect.

Staring at his back, the coachman was left dumbfounded. It turned out Brother Sikong was also a remnant of Su Old Demon.

Realizing this, the coachman quickly chased after him.

Very soon, the two appeared at the entrance of Wuji Town, but immediately a voice sternly questioned, ”Who goes there?”

Wuji Town was no longer the same as when Sikong Jing first visited; there was not the slightest sign of prosperity. Instead, it was like a strategic stronghold filled with cold murderous intent.

A number of experts belonging to the Emperor’s Limitless Weapon stood rigidly atop newly erected high walls outside Wuji Town, staring coldly at the pair.

Sikong Jing’s mask, in particular, appeared suspicious.

Sikong Jing remained silent and instead looked aside at the coachman...

The coachman quickly stepped forward, ran a few steps, and shouted loudly at the person who snorted coldly, ”It’s me, Qi Fu, Uncle Teng!”

When the coachman was thrown out of Wuji Town, Xiao Jia had just returned inside to gather people, during a terribly chaotic time... After coming and going, Wuji Town had transformed to its current state.

He was not really a coachman, just working as one within Wuji Town.

Like Xial Liang and Xiao Jia, he followed Master Wuji’s surname, and everyone in the Lingque Secret Realm bore the surname Qi.

Seeing Qi Fu, Uncle Teng who coldly snorted was taken aback.

The others around him were also filled with puzzlement; they certainly recognized Qi Fu and knew he was Lao Chun’s son.

Since all the leaders in various parts of Wuji Town were from the Lingque Clan.

After a pause, Uncle Teng finally asked, ”Qi Fu, how could you be outside the town? Who is this person beside you?”

Uncle Teng’s name was Qiteng, an elder of age similar to Lao Chun, but much more powerful, emanating the aura of the third Great Realm of the Emperor Martial Stage.

The people in the Lingque Secret Realm were tremendously gifted, not just the talents like Xiao Liang and Xiao Jia.

Thus, under Master Wuji’s guidance over the decades, quite a number reached the Emperor Martial Stage, though due to the lack of systematic cultivation methods and martial skills suited for their War Body, their combat power was average.

In a fight, they were considerably weaker than those from top major powers of the same level.

Many were also stuck at a certain realm, unable to make progress...

Of course, with Sikong Jing’s ”Golden Cold Spirit Sparrow Technique,” there has been a slight improvement lately.

Many people’s combat power has surged drastically, but since the ”Golden Cold Spirit Sparrow Technique” is only a foundational technique temporarily created by Sikong Jing, the surge is not yet very apparent...

Nonetheless, the strength of the experts from the Lingque Secret Realm provided Master Wuji the confidence to confront Qianwang Holy Tower.

Otherwise, they wouldn’t even have the chance to flee.

Hearing the query, Qi Fu glanced at Sikong Jing beside him, unsure how to respond.

Because the latter deliberately wore a mask, and with so many watching, he didn’t know if their identity would be exposed.

At this moment, Sikong Jing stepped forward and responded, ”Uncle Teng, right? I need to see Xiao Jia, you will naturally know who I am then.”

In response, Qiteng’s brows furrowed tightly...

Yet Qi Fu couldn’t hold back as he shouted, ”Uncle Teng, the situation is extremely urgent, hurry!”

Fixing his gaze on Qi Fu, Qiteng finally moved and landed beside the two, then laid his hands on their shoulders.

Sikong Jing of course didn’t resist; he understood Qiteng was assessing his Martial Arts realm, etc... If he was too powerful, Qiteng wouldn’t let him in.

And Sikong Jing was only at the Peak of the Martial Battle Realm, so Qiteng quickly breathed a sigh of relief...

”Alright, I’ll take you inside now, but don’t play any tricks,” Qiteng agreed, primarily because of his trust in Qi Fu combined with Sikong Jing’s Peak of Martial Battle Realm which posed no threat.

Thus, Qiteng grabbed the two and returned inside Wuji Town. In the manor where the Lingque Secret Realm’s entrance lay, they met Xiao Jia, who was extremely anxious and frantically communicating with Master Wuji while learning about various battle situations.

Upon seeing the three, Xiao Jia slightly hesitated, eyes filled with caution.

Then she straightforwardly asked Sikong Jing, ”Who are you? Why do you want to see me?”

At this point, Qiteng still had his hands pressed on Sikong Jing and Qi Fu’s shoulders. Any small movement from them would result in immediate slaughter, as during such tense moments, there was no room for error.

Surveying those surrounding Xiao Jia, Sikong Jing did not remove his mask but said, ”Xiao Jia, it’s me.”

The voice emerged calmly, slightly altered by the mask.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Jia was initially confused before reacting, her eyes widening as she exclaimed, ”Si...How did you come?”

She spoke another word upon realizing Sikong Jing wore a mask.

Sikong Jing, unfazed, continued, ”Xiao Jia, the situation is urgent, please have the others step back for now.”

Xiao Jia’s expression grew solemn before nodding in agreement.

Having confirmed the masked person was Sikong Jing, she didn’t harbor any doubts and directly ordered everyone in the hall to retreat, leaving only Qiteng present.

Qiteng was naturally reluctant to leave; he didn’t fully trust the masked Sikong Jing.

But Sikong Jing knew Qiteng could be trusted, so he finally removed the mask from his face.