Berserk God of War

Chapter 1290: Chapter 1290: Sword Radiance Shakes, Winter Mountain Shatters

As soon as the blade was unsheathed, the entire battle light shield buzzed, instantly covered with frost.

In the next moment, a frigid aura also emerged.

It was the aura of Beiming Hanshan from Xu He, accompanied by a heavy explosion sound, with a dark, cold sword light crashing towards Sikong Jing’s Absolute Night Ice Dance Blade.

Awooooo…

Just then, the war saber in Sikong Jing’s hand seemed to echo with the howling of wolves, and in the battle light shield, filled with ice and snow, a wild wolf shadow suddenly appeared.

In just an instant, it tore apart the surrounding chill.

The scene fell into silence as everyone watched the wild wolf shadow bolt towards the core of the icy chill.

In other words, with raging momentum, it lunged towards Xu He.

“Beiming Mountain Bomb…”

The next moment, Xu He’s voice exploded, and an iceberg seemed to materialize above the wild wolf, crushing the wolf shadow to pieces.

The wild wolf shattered like an illusion…

But, the whirling ice and snow reformed into a new wolf shadow, the wolf shadow transformed into a thousand as if slashing out a thousand blades…

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The Beiming Mountain Bomb of Xu He was shattered by the sword shadow, exposing Xu He’s figure once again.

His expression had turned extremely serious, but his battle intent surged.

The sword in Xu He’s hand also transformed into a thousand swords, clashing crazily against the thousand cuts of the wild wolf within the confined space of the battle light shield, forcing the two of them to compete for speed…

On one side was the domineering wild wolf, on the other, the icy cold sword, making it a dazzling spectacle.

Some of the less powerful present couldn’t see the situation inside the shield clearly, but their hearts were filled with shock.

However, for the four venerables outside, it was perfectly clear.

Mieqing Venerable’s fist unknowingly clenched, but this time it wasn’t out of anger, it was out of exhilaration.

“It’s really the Martial Battle Realm, such a terrifying Martial Battle Realm!” muttered Mieqing’s old friend, Venerable.

Beside them, the venerable from the Lan Lake Holy Hall croaked.

“Impressive, really impressive…”

“Although he’s just at the Martial Battle Realm, the Spiritual Shadow part has already reached the Shadow Control Realm standards, proving that he has certainly opened the Spirit Platform Sea of Consciousness in the Extraordinary Realm.”

“Moreover, he has long since achieved Spirit and Martial Fusion, such combat power must have achieved Spirit and Martial Fusion at the Reverse Soul Realm.”

The last sentence caused the other three venerables to tremble all over; achieving Spirit and Martial Fusion at the Reverse Soul Realm, how genius is that.

Following that, the venerable from the Lan Lake Holy Hall suddenly said: “Mieqing Venerable, this male disciple from your Changqing Lineage is simply too unique, it’s truly enviable, let’s see what the power of his War Body is.”

The old friend venerable replied: “If the Combat Body Level is high enough, the future is limitless.”

Mieqing Venerable, hearing that, continued to stare intently at Sikong Jing with great anticipation in his heart.

As long as this Sikong Buwang’s combat body power is brutal enough and his grade high enough, then he’s set to win, and defeating a peak Spirit Movement Realm opponent at the Martial Battle Realm would be something to brag about for life.

More importantly, what the venerable of the Lan Lake Holy Hall said was correct.

He is too unique, the first-ever male disciple of non-yin attribute in the history of the Wunian Saint Sect, and yet his Supreme Forget Love aura is pure to such an extent.

Does Changqing Venerable even know about the existence of this little servant disciple?

If she doesn’t, should I steal him away?

Mieqing Venerable was deeply tempted!

But just as Mieqing Venerable’s heart surged with emotion, Han Dong Venerable beside her had already lost his earlier good mood, suddenly thinking of something, growling lowly: “Mieqing, don’t get excited too soon, this kid isn’t even a War Body.”

With that, two venerables glanced over in surprise…

Meanwhile, Mieqing Venerable, who was in high spirits, coldly retorted: “Nonsense.”

She simply didn’t believe it…

“Hmph, it seems, Mieqing, you know this kid even less than I do. My junior brother Han Hun has already watched his battles, clearly and distinctly.”

“And also, if he had a combat body, would he just be a little servant?”

These two sentences from Han Dong Venerable immediately made Mieqing Venerable tense up again.

That’s right, if it were a War Body, Sikong Buwang would’ve already been poached, rather than being a lowly servant, unknown to the world.

But such terrifying combat power without being a combat body doesn’t make sense.

“Xu He, unleash your combat body power.” Just then, the venerable of the Lan Lake Holy Hall growled.

Upon hearing this, Mieqing Venerable quickly looked at Sikong Jing, staring fixedly at him.

Simultaneously, all the geniuses in the arena were also watching Sikong Jing, wanting to see what kind of combat body power he possessed. He needed to unleash his combat body to have a chance to win and to be truly remembered by everyone.

Inside the battle light shield, Xu He was filled with endless battle intent, coldly shouting: “Sikong Buwang, unleash your combat body, otherwise you won’t withstand a hundred moves under my Seventh Grade Cold Sword Peak Battle Body.”

Just like before, none of the people believed what Lu Shan said, which means they didn’t believe Sikong Jing was not a combat body.

At this moment, Xu He’s entire body surged with True Qi, his skin swirling with sword light-like markings, like mountains of chilling peaks, oppressing to the point of suffocation.

This was, his Seventh Grade Cold Sword Peak Battle Body.

But Sikong Jing remained unmoved, still clasping his war saber.

He didn’t answer the question about the combat body, but instead said: “Can’t withstand a hundred moves? Xu He, you might be disappointed.”

As he spoke, still without any explosion of combat body power, yet the aura of the Absolute Night Wolf King within Sikong Jing grew stronger and stronger, as if he had transformed into the Wolf King, as if the entire shield was filled with the terrifying pressure of the Wolf King.

No matter how much he erupted, no combat body power appeared.

So Xu He roared angrily, “Are you looking down on me? Without unleashing your combat body power, you’ll lose.”

Sikong Jing still didn’t explain, because explaining that he wasn’t a combat body was useless, directly smashing was more effective… his True Qi surged, pouring into the Wolf King’s meridian, and his Beast Heart thumped, continuously augmenting.

A Seventh-grade Battle Body combined with a peak Spirit Movement Realm, was not easily defeated.

Moreover, now Sikong Jing was in the identity of Sikong Buwang, where he could only utilize the aura of the Absolute Night Wolf King, which meant he had to showcase pure Supreme Forget Love aura…

Therefore, he began to use the Beast Heart to enter the Wolf King Meridian, then shouted: “Critical hit, Absolute Night Wolf Blade!”

Augmented by the Beast Heart, delivering a critical hit.

Sensing Sikong Jing’s terrifying aura, Xu He no longer spoke, instead augmenting with combat body power, unleashing a terrifying sword light.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The saber and sword collided, and the battle light shield buzzed once more, as if the overwhelming chill was about to seep out of the shield, making people not dare blink while watching the ongoing balance of power inside.

On one side, the wolf was like a beast, wild; on the other, the sword radiance was chillingly terrifying…

However, as time passed, the sword radiance grew weaker and the icy peaks seemed to merge into the icy mist, about to disappear.

After half a quarter of an hour…

The sword radiance shook, the cold mountain shattered, the frost dispersed entirely!

The geniuses in the venue and the four venerables outside were all fixated, as the result had become clear: in everyone’s eyes, Sikong Buwang had already placed his war saber at Xu He’s throat.