Berserk God of War

”What? Impossible, impossible!” Pei Xie snapped out of it, shouting in growing horror.

But the Qianyuan War Emperor had already raised his hand. He said lightly again, ”I don’t really like talking. Let’s begin now. So-called World’s Number One Array Master after three thousand years, let me see just how capable you are.”

Boom...

As soon as the words left his mouth, streaks of golden spear-shapes manifested, blasting viciously toward the Imperial Dragon Mountain troops opposite.

His movements flowed like clouds and water, completely effortless.

Seeing this, Pei Xie’s eyes widened. He didn’t dare be careless and counterattacked with a Soldier Killing Formation.

Next, a terrifying Soldier Killing showdown began...

However, the Qianyuan War Emperor suddenly spoke: ”Brother Sikong, this so-called World’s Number One Array Master doesn’t seem that hard to fight. Next I’ll slowly explain to you the mysteries of the Qianyuan Soldier Killing Formation.”

As his voice fell, Sikong Jing quietly let out a breath.

He had actually still been worried inside. After all, he didn’t know whether the Qianyuan War Emperor in Battle Puppet mode could truly fight at one hundred percent.

But with these words, he immediately felt at ease.

Yet he still shook his head toward the Qianyuan War Emperor and said, ”Senior Emperor of War, I have to go save my wife now. I’m afraid I can’t learn it.”

As soon as he said this, the Qianyuan War Emperor’s whole body trembled slightly.

Then a smile actually appeared on his face as he replied, ”It’s fine. I’ll use the last of my strength to set up an illusion here that only you can open. You can come back anytime to watch everything from this battle.”

”Hurry and go. Saving your wife is what matters.”

Clearly, the Qianyuan War Emperor was moved by Sikong Jing’s deep feelings. This was something he’d wanted to do all his life yet had never been able to.

He had been enslaved by Qian Wumie since childhood, never having a self, all the way until death...

Sikong Jing, in turn, nodded in gratitude.

Immediately after, he looked again to Murong Jianyun and said, ”Great Heaven Decision, we’ll leave this place to Senior Emperor of War. Let’s go save her now.”

Murong Jianyun was of course still a bit dazed. He had never even dreamed this battle could be reversed, and that it was Sikong Jing again, who had somehow inexplicably even brought back the Qianyuan War Emperor from three thousand years ago.

Only when he heard this did Murong Jianyun jolt back to his senses, responding, ”Alright, we depart immediately.”

Just like that, Murong Jianyun wrapped Sikong Jing up with force and was about to flicker away.

But at this very moment...

The Qianyuan War Emperor suddenly said again, ”Brother Sikong, by the time you return I will surely be gone. The corpse puppet of my dead body will also have lost all its strength. When that time comes, bury me here in Willow Leaf City.”

”Bury me around the area of this battle. Thank you.”

Obviously, the Qianyuan War Emperor wanted to remain on the battlefield of the only fight he’d ever fought to protect the innocent.

Sikong Jing paused his body slightly and replied softly, ”Rest assured, Senior Emperor of War, I will place you inside the Willow Leaf Holy Wall.”

This was something Sikong Jing had already planned. He wanted to place the Qianyuan War Emperor’s corpse into the Willow Leaf Holy Wall, and when the time came, he and Liu Duoye would each have a small tree hole. Maybe one day they could undergo resurrection.

As long as Qian Wumie’s words were true, then there was a chance.

Hearing this, the Qianyuan War Emperor seemed to see through Sikong Jing’s thoughts. He then replied gently, ”Alright, many thanks.”

With that he said no more, turning to look toward Pei Xie’s side. An even more terrifying Qianyuan Soldier Killing Array Energy soared into the sky. As for resurrecting, he certainly had no interest. He didn’t really believe Qian Wumie’s words.

Right now he only wanted to complete this final battle, and make it a beautiful one.

Murong Jianyun also stared deeply at the Qianyuan War Emperor, then finally swept Sikong Jing away from the battlefield, heading straight north. It had already been a full half day though—who knew if they were still in time?

Half an hour after the two of them left the battlefield...

Sikong Jing could no longer feel the influence of any Soldier Killing Formation Energy, so he stopped and said, ”Great Heaven Decision, let’s try Space Transmission now.”

Hearing this, a sharp light burst from Murong Jianyun’s eyes...

Although he didn’t know how Sikong Jing had escaped from that so-called old freak, if he’d made it back in a single day he must have seized the other party’s Space Holy Artifact. If they had that thing, they might be able to catch up.

Sikong Jing took a deep breath again. He was going to try to lock onto the Split Armor Flying Scorpion’s aura.

Very soon, the Space Holy Key emitted a white glow. Right after, Sikong Jing had Murong Jianyun pour in True Qi... Same problem as before: with his Heavenly King Realm True Qi, the transmission distance just wasn’t far enough.

Murong Jianyun followed Sikong Jing’s instructions, slowly channeling in True Qi, and the two instantly entered the Space Channel.

After a stretch of blinding white light, the two of them popped out from the Space Channel with a soft ”poof.”

Sikong Jing immediately looked around, and his gaze quickly froze...

They were still above Willow Leaf Forest. There was Split Armor Flying Scorpion aura around, but not a single person in sight.

And in a forest where the terrain looked almost identical wherever you looked, it was impossible to tell right away exactly where they were.

”There’s Split Armor Flying Scorpion aura, which proves we’re heading in the right direction.”

Sikong Jing knew this teleport could only be considered half-successful. Before, he’d used the Willow Leaf Holy Wall’s aura to lock on, so it had been accurate to the extreme. But the Willow Leaf Holy Wall was terrifying and also fixed in place.

The Split Armor Flying Scorpion, however, was flying at high speed with a constantly changing position, so locking onto it was naturally extremely difficult...

At this moment...

Sikong Jing suddenly summoned a few Little Demon Birds and asked about the situation nearby. Very quickly he got an answer and said, ”Murong Great Heaven Decision, the Split Armor Flying Scorpion passed here heading north an hour and a half ago.”

His voice carried a slight rasp...

Sikong Jing now knew they were off by a full hour and a half.

Murong Jianyun was stunned, not quite understanding how Sikong Jing had determined that, but he didn’t dwell on it and said, ”Then let’s continue.”

To this, Sikong Jing gave a slight nod, then prepared to activate the Space Holy Key again...

Yet in that instant, Sikong Jing suddenly stopped and said, ”Thunderstorm Roar Beast...”

The moment those five words came out...

Murong Jianyun’s whole body shook violently as he swept his gaze around. In just a brief moment, a lightning-like existence came hurtling in from the north, a bolt of lightning growing from a tiny black dot.

In the blink of an eye... whoosh!

A gale swept over as the Thunderstorm Roar Beast appeared before them, carrying a terrifying pressure.

The two of them stared slightly wide-eyed at the Thunderstorm Roar Beast’s head, but did not see any sign of Feng Leibao. This made Murong Jianyun quietly let out a long breath. It seemed Feng Leibao was not with his mount.

But then, why had the Thunderstorm Roar Beast appeared here?

In any case, with this top-level Emperor Demon Beast here, Sikong Jing absolutely couldn’t teleport away immediately. He wasn’t as adept as Qian Wumie. Before he could transmit, he still needed time to prepare.

And the Thunderstorm Roar Beast was not going to give him any time to prepare...

As a chill surged over both their bodies, a tender voice suddenly came from the Thunderstorm Roar Beast’s body, saying, ”Soul Dominator’s Heir, you really did show up and give chase. I knew you would definitely come after them.”

As the voice fell, Sikong Jing and Murong Jianyun’s gazes froze at the same time. This was definitely not the Thunderstorm Roar Beast’s voice.

The next moment, a youth slowly walked out from the Nu Ming Beast’s ear. On his young face was a composed smile as he said, ”So Nu Ming and I stayed here, waiting for the rabbit to run into the tree.”