Berserk God of War

Chapter 1170: Chapter 1170: Which Finger Belongs to Wang Ge

The moment “king” was uttered, the Warrior Shadow amplified its power, fully encircling the Spiritual Platform Sea of Consciousness of the Three Beauties, but it did not invade the latter’s Spiritual Platform Sea of Consciousness.

Because the king’s command was merely to follow her, not to kill her, as long as it controlled her, it was enough.

At this moment, the instinctual will of the Warrior Shadow seemed to be boiling.

If it still had a heart now, it would be extremely passionate. When Sikong Jing performed Beast Martial Fusion, it confirmed completely with its remaining instinct.

Sikong Jing is the king, he carries the aura of the king.

What is the king? It is the aura of the Master of Ten Thousand Beasts, previously felt by the Double-Horned Demon Tiger and the Black Demon Lord.

Therefore, at the moment Sikong Jing issued the command to control the Three Beauties, the Warrior Shadow acted without hesitation.

Because the king’s command must not be defied.

During Sikong Jing’s Beast Martial Fusion, it was no longer confused about whether to obey the Double-Horned Demon Tiger’s command or whatnot, as its instinct also told it that the command of the Master of Ten Thousand Beasts was certainly more important.

“King? What is going on?”

The Spiritual Platform Sea of Consciousness of the Three Beauties was surrounded by the Spiritual Shadow Power of the second Great Realm of the Emperor Martial Stage, completely immobilizing her.

Yet, inside her, there was all sorts of confusion and frenzy.

Unfortunately, the Warrior Shadow was unlikely to answer her questions.

Elsewhere, above the pitch-black Mysterious Pond, Sikong Jing swam as he declared: “Wunian Yiyan, die!”

A pair of black Phantom Wings appeared on his back, violently trembling. Sikong Jing’s speed suddenly surged, outpacing Yiyan significantly, so when he reached the center of the Mysterious Pond, Sikong Jing had already caught up.

With a loud bang, a punch carrying the fierce attribute of the Black Prison Devouring Sky Tiger slammed into Yiyan’s back.

Yiyan felt the horror pressure coming from behind, forced to grit her teeth to defend.

“Wah…”

Yet, merely colliding with Sikong Jing’s Punching Force sent her flying, brutally crashing through the water, directly hitting the opposite bank of the Mysterious Pond.

Sikong Jing shadowed her every move, appearing instantly above Yiyan’s body as it flew.

Extending a foot, he stomped down forcefully!

With a loud explosion, Yiyan screamed miserably, smashed to the ground, instantly erupting in billowing smoke, while just the next moment, she’d attempt to unleash Ice and Snow Prison in resistance, but Sikong Jing still stomped down.

Bam bam bam bam…

This stomp shattered the newly formed Ice and Snow Prison from Yiyan’s body into fragments, and then Sikong Jing pinned her chest, the terrifying True Qi pressing her motionless.

Yet, Yiyan remained defiant, her True Qi attempting counterattack, but Sikong Jing’s foot crushed it firmly.

Sikong Jing’s True Qi was extremely fierce, unstoppable!

At this moment, Yiyan’s eyes turned blood red, struggling frantically, yet producing a deep sense of powerlessness.

Finally, after a few more futile struggles, she couldn’t help but roar repeatedly: “Why? What kind of Emperor’s Artifact is on you? Why is there no flaw, and why can it be so strong?”

By now, this was her primary concern.

She couldn’t comprehend why external power from an Emperor’s Artifact could grant Sikong Jing such terrifying strength.

Sikong Jing looked down coldly at Yiyan on the ground, replying: “I possess an Emperor’s Artifact, but it was never borrowed from Yao Bajue, nor has it ever enhanced my power in any way. Where could a flaw exist?”

Only at this moment did Sikong Jing reveal the truth.

Yiyan’s gaze froze, then she shouted again: “Impossible, I don’t believe it.”

What a joke unless Sikong Jing has a ninth-grade Battle Body, or even an eighth-grade, he couldn’t reach such strength without external power.

“Now, is there any need for me to deceive you?”

Sikong Jing’s gaze turned cold to the extreme, then he ignored whether Yiyan believed or not, asking quietly: “Now it’s my turn to ask you, which finger of Yin Shi belongs to Wang Ge?”

At the mention of “Wang Ge,” Sikong Jing’s eye corner twitched madly, eyes filled with deep pain.

Yiyan froze again upon hearing this, suddenly realized Sikong Jing’s anger was certainly justified, not merely because of the insignificant Weng Family, whose ties with him weren’t close.

Thus, she weakly countered: “You, know Wang Ge?”

If it was just for the Weng Family, Sikong Jing wouldn’t have gone mad like this, still talking about killing his mentor Yin Henzi.

So, it had to be that he heard them mentioning Wang Ge moments ago.

Sikong Jing’s gaze was cold as frost…

Suddenly, a Beast Shadow roared into Yiyan’s body, fiercely stabbing towards her Spiritual Platform Sea of Consciousness.

Before Yiyan could react, she let out an incredibly shrill scream…

Because it was an attack from a Spiritual Shadow, Sikong Jing assaulted Yiyan’s Spiritual Platform Sea of Consciousness with a Beast-shaped Spirit Shadow, causing terrifying damage.

He didn’t answer whether he knew Wang Ge, instead perpetrated devastation directly.

A while later, Sikong Jing finally withdrew the Beast-shaped Spirit Shadow, his voice coldly detached, speaking again: “Speak!”

“Huff huff huff…”

As the Beast-shaped Spirit Shadow retreated, Yiyan finally felt her Spiritual Platform Sea of Consciousness less painful, yet still gasping desperately before finally lifting her head to question again: “Your Spiritual Platform Sea of Consciousness reached the Shadow Control Realm?”

This is beyond terrifying unless it attains the Shadow Control Realm, it would’ve been impossible to inflict such devastation on her.

Yet True Qi at Martial Battle Realm, Spiritual Platform Sea of Consciousness at Shadow Control Realm…

Yiyan was completely bewildered, she had never heard of such a person.

But Sikong Jing still didn’t answer, coldly releasing Beast-shaped Spiritual Shadow Power again, his voice frigid and imposing: “Speak, or remain silent.”

Staring at the oppressive terrifying Beast-shaped Spirit Shadow, Yiyan finally dared not ask any further, shrieking: “I’ll speak; it’s the little finger on the left hand of Senior Brother Yin Shi…”

Sikong Jing’s eyes flashed coldly, remembering deeply.

Next moment, Sikong Jing asked again: “Which arm of Yin Henzi belongs to Wang Ge?”

“It’s also the left arm.”

This time, Yiyan offered no resistance, after which she suddenly spoke quietly: “You surely know Wang Ge, right? You surely have close ties with Wang Ge, right? If you spare me, in the future, I’ll take good care of her in the Wunian Saint Sect.”

Now she utterly confirmed, the East Dominator Little Beast was standing up for Wang Ge, otherwise, he wouldn’t have asked those two questions.

Moreover, only a relation that is extremely close could provoke such fury.

Sikong Jing gazed gently at her, soon his tone turned calm saying: “No need, I can’t trust you either.”

Upon these words, Yiyan’s face wildly transformed as she attempted to say something, but a sharp light swiftly flew by…

With a “plop,” Yiyan’s head was instantly severed by the sharp light, eventually landing in Sikong Jing’s hand.

After slaying Yiyan, Sikong Jing retrieved the treasure and spiritual artifact from her corpse, then slowly turned around.

He walked through the Mysterious Pond, returning to where he came from.

At this time, the spirit shadow condensing from Yiyan’s death gradually formed, she screamed with unwillingness: “I actually died here, why in the world would there be such a non-combatant monster?”

Upon discovering Sikong Jing’s Spiritual Platform Sea of Consciousness reached the Shadow Control Realm, Yiyan finally believed Sikong Jing wasn’t dependent on an Emperor’s Artifact.

Yet why does the world have such a freak?

But no one would answer her questions, and as she turned into a spirit shadow, she gradually lost consciousness, leaving just a lingering spirit.