Berserk God of War

Chapter 1104: Chapter 1104: No Need to Persuade, It’s Him or Me

Although Sikong Jing didn’t care about Old Ling’s disdain, if there was a substantial attack on him, it was impossible not to fight back.

Moreover, now there was no need to give Weng Ting any face.

Does Old Ling want to cripple me, and I can’t even retaliate?

At this moment, Old Ling stared at the crossbow arrow just inches away like a fighting cock, saying fearfully, “You little waste, what do you want to do?”

With a cold laugh, Sikong Jing didn’t even bother to look at Old Ling.

Instead, he looked at Weng Ting, who was shocked on the opposite side, and asked again, “Senior Sister Weng, now your old dog is not only barking but also wants to bite. Shouldn’t you give me an explanation?”

Sikong Jing’s tone became very impolite…

Perhaps in the eyes of everyone before, even if invited, Sikong Jing was just a follower because he had not been in Hanluan City long, his realm was the weakest, and he was a non-combatant, but Sikong Jing had no consciousness of being a follower.

He didn’t need to be a follower!

Weng Ting was even more shocked when she heard this.

The movement technique Sikong Jing just used was the one that restrained her War Body, and more incredibly, he actually managed to avoid Old Ling’s attack, and now he held the life of the Shadow Control Realm Old Ling in his hands.

Suddenly, Weng Ting’s gaze fell on the corpse of the Shiyu Killer at her feet.

To be honest, Weng Ting didn’t quite believe that Sikong Jing had killed four assassins alone, but now she completely believed it.

If even Old Ling could be killed with two arrows, was it strange to kill four assassins?

Thinking of this, Weng Ting took a deep breath, slightly bowed to Sikong Jing, and said, “Junior Brother Sikong, I am very sorry… because I didn’t restrain this old dog, allowed him to bark and bite freely.”

No matter how many times Duanmu Chun guaranteed, or how much Sikong Jing had that movement technique to restrain her, in Weng Ting’s eyes, he was still just a follower, but this bow proved that Weng Ting dared not treat him as just a follower anymore.

He was qualified to interact with her on equal terms.

The next moment, Old Ling widened his eyes and roared, “Miss, I’m an elder of the family, and you dare to call me an old dog?”

The anger in his heart was immense!

For juniors like Weng Ting, even if she was the eldest young lady and the family’s strongest genius, she should give him enough respect.

Weng Ting ignored Old Ling and continued, “Junior Brother Sikong, you saw it too, this old dog relies on his seniority in my family, yet he shows no respect for the head of the family.”

“I had no intention of looking down on Junior Brother Sikong.”

“But I admit, I had the intention to test Junior Brother Sikong and some of the external aides. I believe Junior Brother Sikong will not blame me, right?”

Weng Ting’s words were extremely sincere, providing Sikong Jing with the explanation he wanted.

Sikong Jing nodded lightly and smiled, asking, “Well, I wonder if there are other dogs in your family, Senior Sister, because I don’t want to be chased and bitten by dogs even before the Soul Snatching Battle starts.”

“If there are, I think I have to reconsider your invitation, Senior Sister.”

It was a straightforward truth, Sikong Qian didn’t want to face enemies in front and also deal with the Old Man Weng Family’s dogs biting from behind. That would be too troublesome.

Clearly, Weng Ting’s authority within her family wasn’t strong enough.

However, at this moment, Old Ling roared again, “You’re still considering your mother’s, being invited by us is your honor.”

Weng Ting took a deep breath, suddenly took a step forward, and then slapped Old Ling hard three times, making him scream incessantly…

Then, Weng Ting looked at Sikong Jing again and said, “Junior Brother Sikong, can I borrow your crossbow?”

Sikong Jing smiled and handed the crossbow to Weng Ting without hesitation.

The next moment, amidst Old Ling’s extremely terrified roars, Weng Ting shot an arrow into each of his four limbs, and the crossbow arrows penetrated Old Ling’s body, eliciting an earth-shattering scream.

In an instant, Old Ling’s limbs were all nailed down.

Retrieving the crossbow, Weng Ting apologized again, “Junior Brother Sikong, I’m sorry I can’t kill this old dog. I can only give him a temporary lesson as an explanation for now.”

“I will take him back to the family to be handed over to my grandfather, who is the Family Head of the Old Man Weng Family, and let him deal with it. If my grandfather also shows a bad attitude towards you, I will personally send you back to Hanluan City.”

“Also, I will refuse to participate in my family’s Soul Snatching Battle.”

Weng Ting’s words were firm and sincere in her eyes.

To this, Sikong Jing finally acknowledged and said, “Alright, as long as I can participate in the Soul Snatching Battle, I will definitely do my best.”

Requiting kindness, this is Sikong Jing’s principle.

With this promise from Sikong Jing, Weng Ting breathed a sigh of relief, then called the servants from Old Man Spirit Manor to knock Old Ling unconscious and summoned a Divine Shuttle Ship to throw him onto.

Finally, Weng Ting heavily ordered to imprison Old Ling on the Divine Shuttle Ship.

After dealing with this, Weng Ting looked at a few external aides and said, “Sorry for delaying everyone’s time, let’s go.”

However, at this moment, Xiao Qibo said in a quiet voice, “Senior Sister Weng, I think I won’t go.”

As soon as these words came out, Weng Ting turned a cold gaze towards Xiao Qibo.

She remembered that Xiao Qibo also looked down upon Sikong Jing, even spreading various slanders and lies.

With an even colder look, Weng Ting said, “Junior Brother Xiao, you…”

“No need for persuasion, Senior Sister. I can’t accept your invitation anymore. Joining the Soul Snatching Battle with such a laggard, I’m afraid no one will collect my corpse if I die.” Xiao Qibo said coldly, with an air of threats.

Pfft…

At this moment, Hua Meixi couldn’t help but laugh out loud, looking dazzlingly beautiful.

Zhang Duiyin also laughed, her round face full of mockery, “Are you sure he’s still a laggard?”

This question left Xiao Qibo dumbfounded, his face turning gradually red.

Sikong Jing had taken out four assassins and just handled Old Ling, who was at the Shadow Control Realm level, with a crossbow. Saying he was a laggard now seemed completely inappropriate; or rather…every time it was said, it was a slap in his own face!

Without needing any words, Sikong Jing busted his bluff completely.

Scoundrel, what a scoundrel!

Yet, Xiao Qibo could only howl and insist, “He is a laggard, he merely used the crossbow to sneak attack the assassins, it’s useless against the Spiritual Shadows on the Soul Snatching Battlefield!”

“Moreover, when I was attacked by assassins before, he just walked away…”

“He has no idea what unity is, this kind of companion who only backstabs, I can’t possibly fight alongside him.”

These irrational words from Xiao Qibo made everyone realize.

It seemed he met Sikong Jing, and while looking down on him, still wanted him to help, hence the targeting and anger.

Oh mother, how could you curse someone and expect them to help you handle assassins at the same time?

Xiao Qibo was unaware of what everyone was thinking, and glared at Weng Ting again, saying, “Senior Sister Weng, I’m putting it now, if he’s here, I’m not.”

Saying this, he puffed out his chest and kept sneering.

Weng Ting stared at him seriously, then shrugged and nodded in reply, “Alright, then you can leave!”