Berserk God of War

Chapter 1102: Chapter 1102: Congratulations, You Just Got a Second Chance at Life

The originally face-slapped Xiao Qibo returned to his normal way and said, “It really was worth it, at least he used his worthless life to save Captain Hua’s, so I won’t blame him for causing my injury.”

Xiao Qibo highly agreed with the steward Old Ling’s words, thinking that Sikong Jing just acted impulsively to play hero.

After all, he would definitely die encountering three assassins. Forgiving the dead is just forgiving; Xiao Qibo was quite magnanimous.

Watching Xiao Qibo and the steward Old Ling talking back and forth.

Hua Meixi felt utterly nauseated; one desperately claimed that Sikong Jing was a burden, carrying his mother’s burden…

If Sikong Jing was a burden, then what the hell was Xiao Qibo?

Another one was desperately claiming that Sikong Jing was already dead, insisting one wouldn’t have left the formation if he were in danger.

These people knew nothing but frantically belittled Sikong Jing; if they weren’t disgusting, then who was?

“All of you, shut up. Old Ling, I am ordering you to disable the formation right now,” suddenly Weng Ting couldn’t bear listening any longer and shouted.

However, Old Ling remained unmoved and said, “Miss, Captain Hua already said Sikong Jing is surrounded by three assassins and must be dead already, so what difference does it make now to disable the formation?”

“Exactly, we cannot disable the formation now, or the assassins will escape,” Xiao Qibo nodded emphatically.

Weng Ting’s face turned ice-cold, speaking in a freezing voice: “A human life is hanging by a thread; Sikong Jing might not be dead by the assassins’ hands yet. Even if the assassins really escape, we must try…”

She was about to lose her mind; Old Ling was completely unreasonable.

She also believed Sikong Jing had little chance against three assassins, but at least she had to try.

With a sliver of a chance to save someone, she couldn’t give up.

“Miss, you are mistaken; when it comes to worthless beings, saying ‘a human life is hanging by a thread’ is unnecessary, they are like ants, troubling nothing,” said steward Old Ling, still showing no signs of preparing to disable the formation.

Slap!

However, just as he finished speaking, Weng Ting slapped him hard across his old face, and continued, “I now command you to disable the Spiritual Shadow Array, or else I’ll deal with you according to family rules, believe it or not?”

The steward Old Ling was utterly stunned, clutching his burning face with a surging rage in his eyes.

He was an elder of the Weng Family, someone even the Great Elder needed to show respect to when borrowing spiritual artifacts, yet Weng Ting dared to slap him… But no matter how senior he was, he was still just a servant.

Finally, he could only grittingly agree.

The steward Old Ling took out the spiritual artifact to control the Spiritual Shadow Array, yet still said, “Of course, I will listen to Miss’s orders. I will also take care of that little waste’s corpse later…”

After speaking, Old Ling activated the spiritual artifact, and the Spiritual Shadow Array gradually withdrew.

Neither Pei Feishan nor Shi’an Leader in the shadows stopped them this time; had it been initially, they would have pressed the Spiritual Shadow Array down to prevent it from disappearing, but now it no longer mattered.

Because all five of their assassins were already wiped out!

Besides one killed by Xiao Qibo, the other four were all dealt with by Sikong Jing.

Now Pei Feishan was thinking about how to negotiate with Duanmu Chun to get Pei Fenyi back…

Finally, the Spiritual Shadow Array vanished.

The surroundings of Old Man Spirit Manor returned to the appearance of an ordinary small town, and just then Sikong Jing had finished off the final assassin, experiencing attacks from Spirit Martial Stage Heavenly King Realm’s shadows and so on…

But all of a sudden, these shadows vanished. He couldn’t help but ask, “What’s going on?”

The Heavenly King Realm shadows left a deep impression, affecting the shadows on his Spirit Platform significantly, yet now they disappeared.

At this moment of confusion, Sikong Jing heard the voice of steward Old Ling saying, “Miss, let’s hurry and find Sikong Little Waste’s corpse; if we’re late, it might be chopped into pieces by assassins.”

Xiao Qibo also said, “Although I was harmed by that little waste, I will certainly make every effort to collect his corpse.”

Listening to their words, Weng Ting’s expression turned entirely cold, unwilling to bother with them.

Indeed, Weng Ting prepared to rush in to find him, but just then, her hand was grabbed by Hua Meixi.

Just as Weng Ting looked at Hua Meixi puzzled, a faint voice emerged from a small building in the nearby town: “Who are you rushing to collect a corpse for? Surely not mine?”

As the voice ended, Old Ling, Xiao Qibo, Zhang Duiyi siblings, and Weng Ting all looked up.

They then saw from the small building window not far ahead a person emerging. Who could it be if not Sikong Jing?

At that moment, Old Ling and Xiao Qibo couldn’t help but widen their eyes.

In their hearts, there was only one thought: How in the world is this waste still not dead?

Weng Ting was overjoyed, swiftly dashing to the floor below where Sikong Jing stood, looking up to ask, “Sikong Jing, are you alright?”

In her eyes, there was genuine concern and a look of relief.

She truly didn’t want Sikong Jing to be in trouble; no matter what, she didn’t wish to see someone she invited die.

Looking at the concerned Weng Ting below, then glancing at the distant, dark-faced steward Old Ling, Sikong Jing’s eyes flickered brightly.

It seemed that the one disrespecting him wasn’t Weng Ting; it was indeed her steward’s unauthorized decisions.

Thinking about this, Sikong Jing smiled slightly and replied, “Rest assured, Senior Sister Weng, I am fine… I was just experiencing the Heavenly King Realm shadow and it disappeared abruptly, leaving me slightly unsatisfied.”

Upon finishing, Sikong Jing displayed a faint expression of helplessness; indeed, he was slightly unsatisfied.

But he could guess it was because Weng Ting thought he was in danger and shut down the Spiritual Shadow Array, and he couldn’t help but glance a little further to Hua Meixi, wondering why she hadn’t told Weng Ting he was unharmed.

Weng Ting went momentarily dumbfounded, instinctively looking towards Hua Meixi…

How could Sikong Jing not have encountered assassins when he was said to have blocked three assassins for Hua Meixi?

However, Hua Meixi twitched her lips, saying nothing more.

If it weren’t for your steward and Xiao Qibo, why would I have remained silent? But now there’s no need for me to speak; let Sikong Jing explain, let him use the facts to slap the faces of Xiao Qibo and others.

Not knowing what Hua Meixi was thinking, Weng Ting turned back to look at Sikong Jing on the small building, taking a deep breath and asking, “Sikong Jing, what about the Shiyu Commerce assassins? Have they already escaped?”

As she finished speaking, before Sikong Jing could respond, Xiao Qibo briskly stepped forward and said, “They must have escaped, definitely realizing we were dismantling the formation and fled…”

After saying this, he turned to Sikong Jing, speaking coldly: “Congratulations, Sky Wolf Little Waste, you narrowly escaped death.”

To them, if an assassin realized the formation was down, they would surely run.

Sikong Jing lightly examined Xiao Qibo, then glanced at Hua Meixi, noticing her unexpectedly playful wink, suddenly understanding something…

Then, Sikong Jing turned back into the small building; while everyone thought Sikong Jing was coming down, he returned to the window and with a “bang,” threw something down.

Just as Xiao Qibo and the steward Old Ling were preparing to lash out at Sikong Jing, their gazes froze – it was a corpse, an assassin’s corpse.