Berserk God of War

As soon as those words came out, Brother Zhang was dumbfounded on the spot. What nonsense was Luo Chunye suddenly spouting?

Even if that Frost Sword Demon did come targeting the Qianwang Holy Tower, your master was still killed by him, and now you’re actually saying you want to follow him, and even talking about being more badass than the Qianwang Saint Son...

What the hell does any of that have to do with anything?

But Brother Zhang was a smart man. After a brief moment of muddled thoughts, he reacted and thought of something, his eyes suddenly widening.

At this moment, a drunken ramble from Luo Chunye back at the restaurant suddenly flashed through Brother Zhang’s mind, and when he combined it with what Luo Chunye was saying now...

All of a sudden, the four words ”Demon Master Sikong” popped up.

Luo Chunye still stared hard at Brother Zhang and said again, ”If I haven’t guessed wrong, he is Demon Master Sikong.”

Pausing slightly, Luo Chunye continued, ”Brother Zhang, come with me, yeah? Let’s follow him together and fight against the Qianwang Holy Tower.”

Brother Zhang’s mouth was already hanging open; for a moment he still couldn’t quite process it.

No matter how clear his mind was, this still felt utterly inconceivable...

Still the same point: even if he is Demon Master Sikong, he’s still the murderer who killed your master.

But Luo Chunye didn’t explain any further. He lowered his head again to look at his master, whose body was layered over with frost. He had just confirmed that his master wasn’t dead yet, because he had already secretly communicated with his master’s Spiritual Shadow.

Just now, when Luo Chunye was shouting and screaming, his intent had already entered his master’s Spiritual Platform Sea of Consciousness.

And his master’s Spiritual Shadow had told him that there was no mistake—the Frost Knight was definitely Demon Master Sikong. He had indeed come for the sake of saving him and the Wanlu Sect. Killing his master on the spot was also to let his master feign death and thereby fool heaven and earth.

In other words, to keep the Qianwang Holy Tower from holding Luo Chunye’s drunken words against him any further.

At the same time, his master’s performance earlier must have already satisfied the Qianwang Holy Tower. They absolutely couldn’t punish Luo Chunye again over those few little drunken remarks; otherwise, the Qianwang Holy Tower would only lose the people’s hearts even more...

The Wanlu Sect Master had already died in battle for the Qianwang Holy Tower, and then they’d still go punish the man’s disciples—no matter how shameless they were, that would be hard to justify.

But his master’s feigned death had to keep being acted out, all the way until the Qianwang Tenth Emperor Battle ended. Only after leaving the territory of the Qianwang Holy Tower could he ”resurrect,” and by then their Wanlu Sect could head straight to Overlord Commerce.

By the time the Qianwang Holy Tower discovered that his master had been playing dead, it would already be too late.

And right now, Luo Chunye wanted to invite Brother Zhang to join them.

He trusted Brother Zhang a lot, but even so, he still wouldn’t reveal his master’s feigned death to him right now.

Finally, Brother Zhang gradually came back to his senses. Staring at the dazed Luo Chunye, he asked, ”Brother Luo, I still can’t understand. Are you planning to deliberately get close to Demon Master Sikong and look for a chance to take revenge?”

Brother Zhang felt that Luo Chunye must be harboring such a plan...

By this time, Luo Chunye had already picked up the Wanlu Sect Master’s feigned-death body. Step by step, he walked toward the large courtyard where the Wanlu Sect was lodged. Only after several steps did he turn back and say, ”After the Qianwang Tenth Emperor Battle, please come find me, Brother Zhang.”

Leaving those words behind, Luo Chunye stepped into the courtyard one step at a time, leaving only the dazed Brother Zhang standing there alone.

At the same time, at the core City Lord Mansion of Fenglei City... Boom boom boom!

The auras of one expert after another were already exploding wildly, and then the entire Fenglei City seemed to rumble into terrifying motion. Clearly, the news about Qiu Leiyin being killed had started to spread.

Qianwang experts would soon arrive at the scene.

Of course, countless experts from the various sects participating in the Qianwang Tenth Emperor Battle would also rush over to watch the fun.

...

Still within Fenglei City—while the entire city was either raging or shocked because of Qiu Leiyin’s death—Sikong Jing had already carried the disciples of Beiming Hanshan to a small forest inside Fenglei City.

This was some Fenglei City expert’s hunting ground, but at a time like this, naturally there was no one here.

Thud, thud, thud...

Upon arriving, Sikong Jing casually tossed the dozen-plus Beiming Hanshan disciples onto the ground. Looking at them, he said calmly, ”Brother Xu, now you can inform your Mountain Master of my current location.”

As soon as those words came out, all the Beiming disciples trembled violently, completely unsure what Sikong Jing wanted to do.

They didn’t know if Sikong Jing was telling the truth or not. For all they knew, as soon as they sent the message, Sikong Jing would just kill them.

In their eyes, Sikong Jing—or Sikong Buwang, to be precise—had already become synonymous with terror.

”Relax. Just send the message. If I say I won’t kill you now, then I definitely won’t kill you.”

”You were tailing me precisely because you wanted your Mountain Master to come personally and catch me, no?”

With Sikong Jing’s voice sounding, the Beiming disciples all gulped in unison. After they looked at each other, Xu He still ended up sending out a Message Bird, though he only transmitted the location.

After that, Xu He seemed to finally cool down a little and asked, ”Sikong Buwang, what traps are there here?”

He’d realized that Sikong Jing genuinely seemed to want to meet the Beiming Mountain Master, but he feared that Sikong Jing had some method prepared to deal with the Mountain Master; this place was likely already rigged with some trap.

To that question, Sikong Jing merely smiled and replied, ”At this point, I shouldn’t need any traps.”

With that one sentence, the Beiming Hanshan disciples all stared at each other again, completely clueless as to what Sikong Jing meant.

And so, time trickled past under the suffocating mood pressing down on the Beiming disciples. They could feel the entire Fenglei City growing more and more frenzied, still because of Qiu Leiyin’s death...

After only a quarter of an hour, a terrifying and sinister chill suddenly swept in.

Every Beiming disciple snapped their head up. They knew their Mountain Master had finally arrived.

Swish, swish, swish...

In the next instant, three figures descended into the Forest Hunting Ground in a flash. Immediately after, the three figures quickly landed beside Xu He and the others, and one of them asked, ”Xu He, where is Sikong Buwang?”

As soon as this was said, Xu He and the others froze. They very much wanted to say that Sikong Buwang was right up ahead.

But when they raised their heads again, they discovered that Sikong Buwang had somehow already vanished without a trace. Xu He hastily looked at the three before him: one was the Chief Senior Brother who had just gone to inform the Mountain Master...

And of course, there was their Mountain Master, Qu Hanming, known as the Beiming Yin Demon.

The one who’d spoken was their Uncle-Master Han Hun, the very same Cold Soul Old Ghost who had appeared in Wanbing City.

Back then, because the Cold Soul Old Ghost’s strength wasn’t strong enough, he hadn’t participated in the battle at Wuji Town, so he survived along with Xu He. He also had a deep impression of Sikong Buwang.

Before this, he too had thought Sikong Buwang was already dead, and now, hearing that name again...

He naturally felt extremely annoyed, feeling as if he’d been tricked.

Sure enough, seeing Xu He and the others in a daze, the Cold Soul Old Ghost couldn’t help urging, ”Say something, will you? Where is Sikong Buwang? Don’t tell me you lost him?”

Right now, the Cold Soul Old Ghost was desperate to confirm whether Sikong Buwang was real or fake.

He naturally assumed that Xu He and the others had been maintaining a tail on Sikong Buwang, and never considered the possibility that the latter might have discovered them.

By comparison, the Beiming Mountain Master Qu Hanming said nothing.

He carried himself with a cool, aloof air. If Sikong Buwang really was Demon Master Sikong, fine; if he wasn’t, then for the grand Beiming Mountain Master to personally come capture some little brat was quite beneath his dignity.