Berserk God of War

As the words fell... boom!

Wild, explosive wind-and-thunder aura surged skyward from Sikong Jing’s body, then blasted out in all directions. In an instant, wind and thunder roared, forcing countless experts to erupt with True Qi as they turned to look at Sikong Jing.

Some experts in the distance even cried out in shock, faces paling: ”Such wind and thunder—could it be that Lord Feng Leibao is still alive?”

Hearing this, Sikong Jing replied, ”Feng Leibao died long ago. I will be the new Fenglei Emperor!”

As he spoke, Sikong Jing directly tossed You Hushui back onto his Divine Shuttle Ship, then turned into a rolling surge of wind and thunder, crashing out and slamming heavily into the Soldier Martial Field, smashing a huge hole in the field’s Barrier on the spot.

In the blink of an eye, Sikong Jing was already hanging in midair above the Soldier Martial Field, while Changqing Venerable had vanished without a trace.

Immediately, the entire sky above the Soldier Martial Field was again filled with raging wind and thunder.

Centered on Sikong Jing, a terrifying, explosively violent wind-and-thunder aura rippled outward, making Qu Hanming and Pei Du, who were in the Soldier Martial Field preparing to duel, undergo a drastic change of expression. They both raised their heads to look up at Sikong Jing.

Qu Hanming’s whole body trembled violently, utterly incredulous... Young Master Little Demon Sikong swaggered right out?

He hadn’t contacted Sikong Jing at all these past few days, so of course he had no idea what follow-up plans Sikong Jing still had.

Seeing Sikong Jing charge in wreathed in terrifying wind and thunder at this moment, he was completely dumbfounded.

At the same time, Pei Du was, of course, dumbfounded as well.

Such wind-and-thunder power naturally made him think of Feng Leibao at first glance, but when he saw Sikong Jing’s face he froze, with only one thought floating up in his mind: ”Who is this young man? How can he have such terrifying wind-and-thunder power?”

However, his expression instantly changed again; his pupils abruptly shrank as he shouted, ”You—you’re Little Demon Sikong?”

Just now, it was understandable that You Hushui and the others didn’t recognize Sikong Jing. The spectators around them or the Qianwang Guards likewise might not know Sikong Jing’s face, but the core figures of Qianwang Holy Tower were required to know it.

Pei Kuang had long issued a death order: every core member of Qianwang Holy Tower must firmly memorize Sikong Jing’s appearance.

There was a Barrier around the Soldier Martial Field, so sounds going out or in were all very faint.

Now that this Barrier had been smashed open with a huge hole by Sikong Jing, Pei Du’s voice naturally blasted out in an instant.

At this moment, it was still chaotic outside the Barrier.

People one after another were trying to figure out what this sudden situation meant—what did ”new Fenglei Emperor” mean, and how could someone dare make trouble so abruptly on Qianwang Holy Tower’s turf?

How could someone with the Wind and Thunder Attribute be this terrifying?

Then, everyone heard Pei Du shout the words ”Little Demon Sikong”...

In a split second, the utterly chaotic crowd was frozen in place. Then, they each reacted, staring in disbelief at the raging wind-and-thunder center within the Soldier Martial Field, their mouths hanging open.

A few days ago, a mysterious Frost Knight Demon had appeared—that could still be dismissed, since he’d always kept his face hidden.

But now, an even bigger, even more terrifying fish had surfaced: the legendary Little Demon Sikong had actually come to Fenglei City and even brazenly charged into the venue of the Qianwang Ten Emperor Battle. He wasn’t disguising himself in the slightest!

In an instant, everyone’s minds were roaring and in complete disarray.

Meanwhile, at the spot where Sikong Jing had just been.

Those who had been fawning over You Hushui had long since shut their mouths. Goosebumps crawled over their bodies; they turned to look at You Hushui’s Divine Shuttle Ship, wanting to see whether he was already dead.

Then they saw that his entire body was charred black, and someone was performing emergency treatment on him; he seemed to still be alive.

The black-clothed youth actually turned out to be Little Demon Sikong.

The phrase ”ignorant and fearless” didn’t just apply to You Hushui; it applied to all these flatterers as well.

At this time, the old man who had previously tried to persuade Sikong Jing to bend and stretch muttered, ”Laughable, truly laughable to the extreme. What ’number one Holy Son’s Companion’—before Demon Master Sikong, he isn’t even as good as trash.”

More than laughable—You Hushui was practically courting death, the iron plate he kicked was still carrying thunder and lightning.

Who doesn’t know that Little Demon Sikong is now the number-one genius under heaven? The Qianwang Saint Son is still far too young and can’t compare at all, and as for those so-called Holy Son’s Companion geniuses, in front of him they’re just scum incarnate.

Suddenly, someone reacted and said, ”Wait a minute—where did the little girl beside him go?”

Only now did people realize that after Sikong Jing smashed into the Soldier Martial Field, that adorable little girl had disappeared.

Clack clack clack...

Someone suddenly began chattering their teeth uncontrollably, and in a hoarse voice, having thought of something, said, ”What little girl—that’s definitely Wunian Changqing, the one taken away by the Frost Sword Demon.”

With those words, everyone around them shook violently. Excluding those in the Emperor Realm and the like, cold sweat poured down one after another.

One after another, they couldn’t help but look toward You Hushui again. This fool had actually tried just now to lay hands on Wunian Changqing—how much more ridiculous could it get?

Before the crowd could wonder where Changqing Venerable had gone, a voice rang out again from within the Soldier Martial Field’s Barrier—Pei Du was shouting, ”Little Demon Sikong, you actually dare come onto Qianwang Holy Tower’s turf?”

At this moment, Sikong Jing was still wreathed head to toe in swirling wind and thunder...

He slowly drew his sword and said with a soft laugh, ”Qianwang Holy Tower is holding the Qianwang Ten Emperor Battle and said that experts from any faction can come to participate. Why can’t I, Sikong Jing, come?”

As his words fell, countless people’s mouths twitched. In their hearts they thought: something huge is about to go down.

Could it be that Overlord Commerce is going to go against the grain, storm Qianwang Holy Tower, and launch an attack?

In everyone’s eyes, there was no way Little Demon Sikong had come alone.

But in the next moment, Sikong Jing slowly added, ”However, a few days ago, after I transformed into the Frost Knight and cut down Fenglei’s Generals, I went into seclusion and didn’t have time to register for the Ten Emperor Battle, so I can only step in now.”

As these words fell, countless people around them felt an icy chill sweep over their bodies.

Little Demon Sikong actually turned out to be the Frost Sword Demon from a few days ago...

A Top-level Emperor, having thought of this, suddenly roared, ”Impossible! The Frost Knight was someone who could even fight the Thunderstorm Roar Beast, someone who escaped from our siege—how could he possibly be this Little Demon?”

Same as before—no matter how impressive Little Demon Sikong might be, in the hearts of the many experts he was still only considered a young genius.

But now, suddenly saying that this young man was actually a being capable of cutting down Top-level Emperors—this was something they couldn’t accept, couldn’t bear.

You have to remember: most of the experts present had taken part in besieging him.

Pei Du thought of this as well. He glared with his aged eyes and demanded, ”You—you—you... you’re actually the Frost Knight?”

”Right now, I’m the Fenglei Swordsman Demon.”

Sikong Jing replied coldly. Then wind and thunder roared up around him as he said, ”The Thunderstorm Roar Beast is about to arrive again. Before it gets here, I must become the Fenglei Emperor. So, Pei Du... take my Thunderstorm Sword.”

As his words fell, Sikong Jing struck out directly, his sword carrying wild, explosive wind-and-thunder power as it blasted forth. In an instant, it was as if he’d transformed into the true Thunderstorm Roar Beast.

A Fierce Beast roared from within the sword, stabbing straight toward Pei Du opposite him.

Seeing this, Pei Du didn’t dare be careless. He had already felt an intense sense of danger; his entire body erupted with Top-level Emperor’s True Qi as he prepared to receive Sikong Jing’s strike...

But a flash of wind and thunder glinted in Sikong Jing’s eyes. From the moment he appeared, he had no intention of getting bogged down in a fight—he had to blow Pei Du away in a single strike.

Because the Thunderstorm Roar Beast really was about to arrive.

After sensing his own Wind and Thunder Attribute, it had no need for any report from anyone; it would definitely charge straight here.

Thus, at the instant Sikong Jing and Pei Du clashed... buzz buzz buzz!

The wind and thunder around them suddenly transformed into streaks of Sword Shadow—countless Fenglei Sword Shadow manifested faintly around Sikong Jing, continually exploding with sound. They were precisely the Thunderstorm Sword fused with the Beiheng Yuan Ying Sword.

As soon as the Yuan Ying Sword emerged, Sikong Jing’s battle power soared in an instant.

Streak after streak of Fenglei Sword Shadow pierced through, stabbing cleanly through Pei Du, who was going all-in with his full power.