Berserk God of War

Chapter 1558: Chapter 1558: Advancing the Detonation of War

This method of forced control of troops is extremely rare even among Soldier Formation Masters.

Throughout Hanluan City, you could count the number of Soldier Formation Masters capable of forced control on ten fingers, let alone strong control at the Emperor Martial Stage.

Compared to such an astonishing feat, Sikong Jing’s minor backlash injury was hardly worth mentioning.

The sky above was as dead silent as the surroundings of Sikong Jing.

Everyone in the audience, regardless of their side, was dumbfounded, as Pei Feie was reduced to ashes with just two moves, but what truly drove everyone mad was the strong control at the Emperor Martial Stage.

”Ha, hahaha...”

Suddenly, laughter shattered the silence, and Cang Lin laughed excitedly, saying, ”Sikong, my little friend, you are indeed a super genius of Military Dao, such a skillful forced control, such a marvelous Dark Wing Sword Formation!”

Of everyone present, Cang Lin understood Sikong Jing’s Military Talent best, which was simply boundless.

This time, the forced control completely overturned many people’s thoughts about the strong control of Soldier Formation Masters...

Because even those of weaker realm can forcefully control the stronger.

Duanmu Chun closed his eyes deeply, then opened them again, saying, ”Gong Ying, are you still suppressing non-combatants now? You damn well continue to suppress, if you want Sikong Jing dead, try again in your next life!”

His voice soared into the sky, fully unleashing the tension that had built up since Pei Feie’s arrival.

In secret...

Venerable Ba Lian murmured, ”This little bastard, damn it, no wonder the old bastard took a liking to him, back then I liked Ba Hun, the old bastard, because of his forced control of troops.”

She was almost completely conquered by Sikong Jing, it was simply too thrilling.

”Look, someone else is coming...”

Just as the crowd was deep in discussion, cries of surprise rang out again.

Everyone on the God Shuttle Ship quickly looked down.

They saw figures flashing towards Sikong Jing, then dozens of people surrounding him.

At this moment, Yao Yuzhi’s eyes flashed with cold light, softly exclaiming, ”It’s members recruited by Qianwang Holy Tower.”

The ones coming for the siege were none other than those who had sought refuge with Qianwang Holy Tower.

They needed no other reason to surround Sikong Jing, the motive of killing him for Qianwang Holy Tower was enough.

Gong Ying was almost exploding with frustration, but his mood was somewhat restored when he saw this, though he said nothing.

The curses remained in his heart.

At the same moment, the originally silent onlookers below flashed with cold light in their eyes...

All of them flew back, with some saying, ”We must not let Sikong Jing force control again; we cannot afford that disgrace.”

At this moment, everyone was keeping their guard to prevent Sikong Jing from forcefully controlling troops again.

On the shattered courtyard...

Dozens of people surrounded Sikong Jing, and an elderly Emperor Martial stepped out, saying grimly, ”Sikong the little beast, surrender willingly and let us take you to meet Young Master Pei to avoid suffering...”

At this moment, Sikong Jing descended onto the ruins of the courtyard, with the battle flag behind him, swaying but never falling.

Looking at the dozens of people around him, Sikong Jing did not respond.

Suddenly, with a ”clang,” he viciously stabbed the Overlord Battle King Spear he held into the ground.

This action caused everyone’s gaze to freeze; was he really going to surrender, or was he planning to take down the battle flag and immediately retreat from the fight? Would there still be time for the Blood Recognition?

The elderly Emperor Martial saw this and hurriedly prompted those behind him, ”Be careful, we must stop him from taking the battle flag.”

He also felt that in the face of being besieged, Sikong Jing might indeed want to take the battle flag to save himself.

However, they were mistaken, as Sikong Jing had no intention of even so much as glancing at the battle flag, instead, suddenly raising his eyes to gaze towards the Holy Flag and Emperor Flag areas, murmuring, ”East Dominator’s Netherworld Guardian and others have killed their way out, they’re going to murder Uncle Yao.”

This statement left the entire audience bewildered; at a time like this, Sikong Jing was still worried about Yao Yulou?

Then, Sikong Jing continued murmuring to himself, ”Sacred Canggu Peak and the Four Great Devils seem to be on the verge of being overwhelmed.”

Not only did he sense Netherworld Guardian and others leaving the Emperor Flag’s spot, but clearly perceived that the aura of the Four Great Devils was weakening, whereas the surrounding Qianwang Experts’ auras were continuously strengthening...

It seemed that Canggu Sacred Peak and others were indeed suppressed, and the situation was extremely critical.

His words left people truly puzzled...

He even focused on the battle of the strongest geniuses, didn’t he realize he was being besieged?

The elderly Emperor Martial suddenly asked angrily, ”Sikong the little beast, are you looking down on us?”

He was exceptionally enraged about Sikong Jing being surrounded yet focused on other matters.

All the attackers took a step forward in response to the Emperor Martial’s words, pressuring Sikong Jing...

Finally, Sikong Jing withdrew his gaze at this moment, hesitated briefly, and then a resolute look flashed in his eyes.

At this moment, he suddenly made a decision.

Then Sikong Jing looked up again, finally facing the attackers...

”Although the timing has deviated somewhat from my previous expectations, since Sacred Canggu Peak is about to be overwhelmed, and since many East Dominator talents have died, I’ll now... trigger a great battle ahead of schedule!”

Upon saying this... Buzz!

A light sound suddenly emanated from under Sikong Jing’s feet, followed by the appearance of traces of ice.

No one understood what Sikong Jing meant by ”trigger a great battle,” but the appearance of the ice patterns made the spectators retreat continuously, unsure if these were Soldier Killing Patterns again.

At any rate, they mustn’t let him forcefully control them again.

At the same time, the elder Emperor Martial called out, ”Trigger a great battle? It seems he doesn’t want to take the battle flag. Attack him.”

Though he also didn’t understand what Sikong Jing meant by triggering a great battle, it was clear that Sikong Jing intended to resist.

Regardless of anything else, their purpose was to kill Sikong Jing...

As the dozens of besiegers were about to make a move, Sikong Jing spoke again, ”Beast Skill, Ice Eternal Hundred Shield Flash.”

At that moment, the ice patterns beneath his feet conjured one small Turtle Shield after another, carrying the aura of the Holy Martial Stage Ice Eternal Mystic Turtle, a new beast skill of Ice Eternal Mystic Turtle realized by Sikong Jing upon reaching the Shadow Control Realm...

Previously, there were only Ice Eternal Shield and Reverse Shield; now, it’s the Hundred-Faced Turtle Shield!

These ice patterns were definitely not Soldier Killing Patterns, they were merely Beast Skills.

Bzz, bzz, bzz...

In an instant, a hundred frosty small Turtle Shields, powered by Sikong Jing, dashed towards the already-momentous dozen or so attackers; the Turtle Shields stamped onto them like round tokens...

In a flash, the young people among the attackers were all frozen, sealed by the terrifying ice frost released by the Turtle Shields.

Though Emperor Martial Stage cultivators were not so easily frozen...

Nonetheless, each Emperor Martial was struck with ten small Turtle Shields at once, momentarily immobilizing them too.

And as the besiegers were at a loss, Sikong Jing unfolded his hands, a strong bow falling into his grip.

He suddenly drew the bow and shot arrows, bzz, bzz, bzz...

Dozens of Arrow Lights burst like fireworks, with sharp whistling sounds incessantly echoing, one arrow after another piercing the hearts of the immobilized young talents, making them powerless to resist...

Straightforwardly, resulting in instant death with each shot!

In mere seconds, the attackers were reduced to only five or six Emperor Martial cultivators.

Suddenly, Sikong Jing vanished from his original location, simultaneously lowering his voice and shouting, ”Beast Skill, Shadow Moon!”

With that, he seemed to merge into the surrounding light, as if disappearing from sight.

Yet the small Turtle Shields entrapping the young people he shot did not immediately dissipate, instead moving away from the corpses and flashing towards the Emperor Martial cultivators struggling to break free from the ten Turtle Shield seals, immobilizing them slightly.

At that moment... Splat!

Sikong Jing struck with a sword, piercing through the brow of one Emperor Martial expert.