Berserk God of War

Chapter 1287: Chapter 1287: Wunian Saint Sect, Defeat After Defeat

Pei Yufeng squinted his eyes slightly upon hearing this, then immediately took out a damaged Emperor’s Artifact and said, “Master Wuji, I would like you to take a look at this Emperor’s Artifact and see if there’s a possibility of repair.”

At this moment, Pei Yufeng was also following the surface protocol, taking out the Emperor’s Artifact he had prepared in advance.

Now both of them were in a state of mutual testing and probing, each unsure of how much the other knew, and it was a matter of seeing who would lose their composure first.

Master Wuji’s gaze casually landed on the damaged Emperor’s Artifact.

With just a glance, he laughed and said, “This Emperor’s Artifact is not difficult, but it will require some time, I ask Young Master Pei to wait a moment.”

Saying that, Master Wuji took Pei Yufeng’s Emperor’s Artifact and began repairing it on the spot.

In the next moment, the entire room was silent except for the sound of Master Wuji repairing the Emperor’s Artifact, with only a cold and terrifying atmosphere remaining, while the people inside the Emperor’s Castle were already frantically operating…

The rhythm: ready to take action at any time.

At the same time, Little Liang also released a concealed Message Bird made especially by Master Wuji, secretly passing messages to those inside Wanbing City associated with the Emperor’s Limitless Weapon.

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Meanwhile, at the Ice King Round Tower.

The geniuses from various major powers naturally hadn’t realized the major event in Wanbing City was already set to unfold.

Sikong Jing was equally unaware that his reminder had allowed Master Wuji to turn passive into active.

Now, Sikong Jing was still in the corner of the banquet hall, whispering to his sister Sikong Ling about his various experiences upon arriving in the Central Plains, with the latter’s face sometimes tense, sometimes full of bright expressions.

Suddenly, laughter erupted from the center of the venue: “Wunian Saint Sect’s Bi Xian, aren’t you too weak? In all the Spirit Movement Realm bets, you haven’t had a single victory yet, how did your Sect Master select you?”

The entire venue erupted in laughter.

Bi Xian’s face was nearly blood red with anger; he had just bragged they would win to please Mieqing Venerable and regain some dignity for past events, but they had completely lost…

The five Spirit Movement Realm junior apprentice sisters he brought were defeated by Beiming Hanshan and Lan Lake Holy Hall members.

Now, only he hadn’t fought yet.

Just then, a Wunian female disciple loudly retorted: “If we hadn’t been injured earlier, we definitely wouldn’t have lost.”

The implication was of course: they were injured by Sikong Jing before.

But… hahaha.

The entire venue was filled with laughter, with sarcastic undertones increasingly strong, as they said it was just an excuse.

In fact, the minor injuries earlier meant nothing to the talented disciples of Wunian Saint Sect; a bit of medicine would have healed them.

The whole venue was filled with geniuses from various sects; who wouldn’t know this?

The real reason for their consecutive defeats was: they were too anxious, and every major power deliberately targeted them.

Unluckily for Bi Xian, he was embarrassingly slapped in the face by his own junior servant brother Sikong Buwang, so of course, the major powers joined forces to analyze their combat strength and specifically targeted them.

Who told Bi Xian to have such an annoying face?

“You scoundrel, Beiming Hanshan’s Xu He, if you have the guts, fight me!”

With the various sarcastic comments from the whole venue, Bi Xian couldn’t suppress the explosive rage within and stepped into the Battle Light Shield formally challenging Beiming Hanshan’s strongest disciple.

The Xu He he called out to was indeed Beiming Hanshan’s strongest disciple this time, who accepted without the slightest hesitation.

In a blink, Bi Xian and Xu He were battling inside the Battle Light Shield.

In the corner of the venue, Sikong Jing and his sister naturally knew about Bi Xian and the women’s series of defeats, but they didn’t care and kept whispering, discussing Cultivation Techniques after telling stories.

And no matter who it was, they didn’t notice…

On a certain rooftop outside the banquet hall, there stood a middle-aged woman, her face terrifyingly dark.

She was Mieqing Venerable!

At this moment, Mieqing Venerable was peering through the hall window, closely observing the situation inside. She had just arrived, so she knew nothing of the infighting within Wunian Saint Sect earlier.

She only knew Bi Xian and other disciples had consecutively lost, and Wunian Saint Sect’s face was almost completely lost.

What frustrated Mieqing Venerable to the point of explosion was that the battle between Bi Xian and Xu He was gradually turning disadvantageous, and if Bi Xian lost, they would have six straight defeats…

“Mieqing, it seems like the young disciples of your Wunian Saint Sect can’t make it.”

Just as Mieqing Venerable was burning with rage, a peculiar laughter sounded nearby, and a shadow slowly descended, dressed as someone from Beiming Hanshan.

He was not the Cold Soul Old Ghost, but a Venerable-level person leading Beiming Hanshan’s team: Han Dong Venerable.

Upon hearing this, Mieqing Venerable’s mouth twitched madly, unwilling to respond to the taunts of her nemesis; otherwise, she’d directly fight Han Dong Venerable if it were anywhere else.

Seeing Mieqing Venerable’s dark face without a word, Han Dong Venerable laughed and said:

“Don’t wear such an ugly face. Your disciples’ abilities are lacking, just admit it, right?”

“Look, your Bi Xian is about to lose.”

“Besides, isn’t your Supreme Forget Love Technique supposed to represent calmness?”

“How come your Bi Xian seems so impatient? It appears her Supreme Forget Love Will is terribly lacking.”

With Han Dong Venerable’s words, Mieqing Venerable’s face grew darker.

Not only anger at Han Dong Venerable’s sarcasm but also anger at Bi Xian, what kind of nonsense was this, originally there wasn’t much gap with Xu He from Beiming Hanshan, why so impatient?

Completely overwhelmed by pressure, it was a disgrace to the name of Supreme Forget Love.

And shortly after… wow!

Bi Xian in the Battle Light Shield was harshly knocked out by Xu He, crashing heavily outside the shield.

Then came Xu He’s loud laughter: “Bi Xian, you lost.”

The next moment, the entire venue was filled with roaring laughter…

Outside, Han Dong Venerable also followed with hearty laughter, stroking his old beard and continuously taunting Mieqing Venerable.

Mieqing Venerable was practically dumbfounded in anger.

And just then… swish, swish.

Two more Venerables descended, one from Lan Lake Holy Hall and another from a major power in the North Central Plains, the latter being an old friend of Mieqing Venerable. She opened her mouth slightly, but eventually didn’t know how to console her.

If it were her disciples, she would probably be angry enough to vomit blood too.

With such a scene, Mieqing Venerable could no longer stay and prepared to slip away…

But then, a voice from inside the hall from Beiming Hanshan’s Xu He said, “Bi Xian, don’t be too sad, after all, you have the most wins in the Spirit Battle Realm bets.”

Upon hearing this, Mieqing Venerable’s departing steps suddenly halted; the most wins in the Spirit Battle Realm bets?

The same goes here, the four Venerables had just arrived and knew nothing of what happened before.

In the next moment, Xu He continued, “Especially from your Changqing Lineage, Disciple Wang Ge, managed to defeat my Junior Brother Lu, who was at Spiritual Battle Realm Peak, with her Martial Battle Realm level; you should be rejoicing at such a result.”

Upon hearing this, Mieqing Venerable couldn’t help but brighten her eyes and decided not to go.

Wang Ge from Changqing Lineage, wasn’t she that one-armed little kid?

She actually defeated Beiming Hanshan’s Spiritual Battle Realm Peak with Martial Battle Realm prowess, could she really have such achievements?

Meanwhile, the face of Han Dong Venerable turned dark, wondering what Xu He was talking about.

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