Berserk God of War

Capítulo 1154: Chapter 1154: She’s Called the Changqing Venerable

Sikong Jing turned around again and reattached Zhang Duiyi’s torn-off arm, rejoining it quickly.

A series of actions flowed seamlessly, completed in just a few breaths.

Then, without waiting for the Zhang siblings to react, Sikong Jing said, “Senior Brother Zhang’s arm is his own, and there will be no impact. You all rest well; I’ll go deal with Er Yan for now.”

After speaking, Sikong Jing turned and walked towards Er Yan, who was still screaming and cursing in place.

Watching his back, both the Zhang siblings and the Weng Family were stunned, and right then, the arm that had been reattached to Zhang Duiyi began to move slightly.

He looked at his hand in disbelief and murmured, “This… isn’t this too fast?”

In just a few breaths, he could feel the existence of his arm.

The other members of the Weng Family thought the same.

Though a strong doctor could restore a torn arm, it was unprecedented to be this fast. Sikong Jing’s skills were simply miraculous.

Just at this moment, Zhang Duiyin, who was blindfolded, suddenly spoke softly.

“I heard that when Junior Brother Sikong arrived at the East Dominator Branch, he was in a broken-arm state, but he suddenly restored his arm in front of Li Feng’s Li Ba Technique, claiming it’s his exclusive skill.”

At these words, Zhang Duiyi recalled hearing about this incident.

For a moment, he looked at Sikong Jing with a complicated gaze. What else couldn’t Sikong Jing do?

He wasn’t a War Body, yet he was mysteriously powerful.

But anyway, with this in mind, he believed his sister’s eyes could surely recover above ninety percent. They had initially thought they were doomed, but Sikong Jing’s arrival brought them back to life without impact.

This grace is unrepayable.

Meanwhile, Sikong Jing had returned in front of Er Yan, who raised her blood-spewing eyes and shouted, “East Dominator Little Beast, how dare you gouge my eyes? I will dismember you.”

Bang…

The only response was Sikong Jing’s heavy foot, directly stepping her beneath him.

In the next instant, Sikong Jing asked coldly, “Er Yan, if you don’t want to die, answer my question…”

Sikong Jing finally had the chance to ask the Wunian Saint Sect disciple’s questions again.

And this time, it should proceed smoothly, right?

Next up, Sikong Jing tortured Er Yan crazily, employing various means, and Er Yan finally couldn’t bear it, obediently answering his questions…

The first question was still, what is the old monster’s name, and what is his status in the Wunian Saint Sect?

“Peak of the third Great Realm of the Emperor Martial Stage, a being about to become a Venerable.”

This described the old monster’s status and Martial Arts Realm in the Wunian Saint Sect, and Er Yan named the old monster Yin Henzi.

He was a well-known figure in the North Central Plains because, despite being male, he was a strong figure in the Wunian Saint Sect.

The Wunian Saint Sect, like the Wangyou Sect in East Plain Northern Land, mostly consisted of female disciples at its core. Of course, Yin Henzi was akin to an Old Eunuch; he never considered himself a man.

He was ruthless and tyrannical, heartless and unfeeling, striking fear wherever he went.

“Second question…”

“Why did you travel far to East Spirit City to participate in the Soul Snatching Battle? Why does Yin Henzi know about the Emperor Martial Stage Spirit Shadow in the Soul Snatching Battlefield?”

This was a concern of Sikong Jing. According to Weng Ting, the Soul Snatching Battlefield is incredibly mysterious, usually impossible to know what’s inside before it opens.

But Yin Henzi knew and came with a strong purpose, which was very strange.

Er Yan bit her lip and ultimately replied, “Because my master inadvertently acquired an ancient book, which recorded some events of the Soul Snatching Battlefield in East Spirit City, and even recorded that after several years, a certain Emperor Martial Stage Spirit Shadow would awaken.”

“And the year recorded inside is precisely now.”

“As for what Emperor Martial Stage Spirit Shadow will awaken, we Si Yan do not know, perhaps Senior Brother Yin Feng knows, he is our master’s most favored disciple…”

“We Si Yan only know that this Emperor Martial Stage Spirit Shadow can restore our master’s youthful appearance.”

Due to excessive abuse, Er Yan could only spill everything she knew in one go. As for the Yin Feng senior brother she mentioned, he was naturally the delicate young man beside Yin Henzi.

Regarding these answers, Sikong Jing frowned deeply, but he noticed that Er Yan wasn’t lying, so he let it pass.

Then came the third question, what was Yin Feng’s strength?

“Hehe, you better not think you can defeat Senior Brother Yin Feng…”

“He is a terrifying Sixth Grade Battle Body, ranking among the top five disciples of the same realm in the Wunian Saint Sect, even if we Si Yan join forces, we can only draw evenly or be at a disadvantage.”

“You’d better let me go immediately, otherwise Senior Brother Yin Feng will kill you all.”

Saying this, Er Yan burst into a strong cold light, along with a strong confidence in Yin Feng.

Simultaneously, the Weng Family members in the distance and the Zhang siblings felt icy cold all over; even Si Yan combined couldn’t defeat that delicate man… who in the Soul Snatching Battlefield could win against him?

Even if Sikong Jing was miraculous, after fighting with Er Yan, he was still covered in blood, which was barely a narrow victory.

There probably had to be three Sikong Jings to possibly defeat Yin Feng.

Yet, there was not much fluctuation in Sikong Jing’s eyes; Yin Feng’s strength was within his expectations.

He still had the most vital question to ask, and asked coldly, “In your Wunian Saint Sect, there is a Venerable who looks like a little girl on the surface; what is her name?”

At this, Er Yan raised her head in extreme surprise and replied quietly, “You actually know Changqing Venerable.”

Hearing this, Sikong Jing’s eyes flickered with sharp lights, and he said slowly, “So she’s called Changqing…”

Then he suddenly felt nervous and finally asked, “Then, did Changqing Venerable bring back a little girl when she pursued Su Old Demon in East Plain…”

Sigh…

Sikong Jing was finally about to ask about his sister and find out how she was doing in the Wunian Saint Sect.

However, at this crucial moment, a terrifying wind suddenly swept over, and then everything plunged into a terrifying deathly silence, as if the surrounding area had transformed into a boundless Netherworld.

This made Sikong Jing freeze, a strong sense of crisis flaring in his heart.

His questions stopped here.

Then, looking up at his surroundings, he saw the originally calm Weng Family members frozen in place, their faces as pale as death.

Sikong Jing then looked at the Spirit Shadows previously hesitant to approach, only to see them similarly frozen.

In the next moment, Er Yan, who was half-dead and tortured by Sikong Jing, uttered an incredulous sound, “This is the aura of the Emperor Martial Stage Spirit Shadow, how is it possible? The Emperor Martial Stage Spirit Shadow shouldn’t appear in a place like this.”