Berserk God of War

The amplified sound of the Qin Yin made everyone tremble uncontrollably, and then they became even more intoxicated.

Sikong Jing’s gaze slightly froze; he discovered that there was not a hint of True Qi augmented within the Qin Yin.

Then how did the sound suddenly become amplified?

With his current realm and understanding of Martial Arts, he could certainly discern that the force of playing the zither remained unchanged, but the sound could indeed increase.

”Space...”

Suddenly, Sikong Jing’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Having used the Holy Space Holy Key, he realized the Qin Yin was transmitted through space folding, much like the Mechanical Messenger Bird, which seemed to fold space and constantly travel through it, thus surpassing the speed of the Holy Martial Stage.

It was even several times faster.

Sikong Jing also noticed changes within the melody, resembling resistance, as though announcing something.

It was as if it carried a determination akin to a death promise...

Suddenly, the melody concluded, and countless people around Sikong Jing felt unfulfilled, exclaiming in amazement.

After a long time, someone excitedly asked, ”Isn’t it strange? Why is Shuibo Fairy’s Qin Yin tonight so loud? Is she aware that we’re all waiting outside, offering us a treat?”

Upon hearing this, the crowd was suddenly awakened.

Indeed, tonight’s Qin Yin was extraordinarily loud; could it really be a treat for those on the lakeshore?

Thinking of this, countless men suddenly howled loudly, wildly shouting words of gratitude towards the island in the center of Shuibo Lake, fervently chanting ”Shuibo Fairy!”

Listening to these words, Sikong Jing realized that it was the first time the Qin Yin was so loud; it had never happened before.

He took a deep breath...

It was clearly not a treat, but likely that the target person, Fu Miaoling, encountered something significant.

This amplified sound of the Qin Yin might be conveying something.

Thinking of this, Sikong Jing suddenly transformed into the aura of a Little Demon Beast and flashed into Shuibo Lake, then changed into the aura of a Little Demon Fish, swiftly shuttling towards the island in the center of Shuibo Lake.

Meanwhile, the ethereal sound of the Qin Yin lingered in his mind, conjuring the sensation of space folding.

Next, he compared this with the meridians of the recently perceived spatial Fierce Beasts...

And to the recently tested Mechanical Messenger Birds, seeming to have gained some insight, but still not enough.

Simply relying on these to comprehend Space Power was far from sufficient.

”One thing is certain, the speed of the Holy Craftsman Fu Family’s Mechanical Messenger Birds is not merely due to the Formation; there may also be something of the refiner’s True Qi or Martial Arts True Intent integrated...”

Sikong Jing murmured softly in the water.

He could assert that the cultivation of this target person definitely contained spatial power.

Thinking of this, Sikong Jing’s eyes suddenly bore a hint of excitement—perhaps this journey might yield unexpected gains.

Soon after, Sikong Jing arrived at the island in the center of Shuibo Lake.

Of course, people from the You Family were guarding the island tightly, with Formation coverage, but such obstacles certainly wouldn’t hinder Sikong Jing now; he flashed inside taking advantage of a newly arrived Divine Shuttle Ship.

Just entering the island, Sikong Jing immediately detected the rich scent of alcohol, accompanied by charming laughter constantly urging drinking.

Simultaneously, voices of all manner of seduction echoed shamelessly...

The entire island in the center of Shuibo Lake presented an intoxicating scene.

It was hard to imagine that the Holy Craftsman Mountain, known for Artifact Refining, would produce such a decadent tableau at its foot.

Of course, Sikong Jing remained unmoved, acting freely; in the blink of an eye, he had infiltrated the interior of the building.

On the island, there were certainly formidable experts, even many in the Venerable Realm, but having defeated Ba Lie Venerable alone, Sikong Jing certainly had no worry about being discovered by these Venerable Realm experts.

Sikong Jing continued to stealthily advance...

Quickly, he arrived at the center of the banquet within a building—an extravagant hall, with a stage in the middle where graceful women danced.

Fu Miaoling wasn’t there, having rested following her ethereal performance.

Below the stage were various noteworthy figures, watching with interest as they drank.

There were elder experts, young talented gentlemen in noble regalia with decent auras, and even several skilled women mingled among them, drinking recklessly.

Also, people from the Holy Craftsman Mountain were there, attending to them...

But once Sikong Jing entered, his gaze locked onto the rear of the stage, keen to meet the target person.

Transforming into the aura of a Little Demon Insect, Sikong Jing flashed to the back of the stage.

He quickly found a small resting room where young and old gathered, contrasting starkly with outside—despondent and gloomy.

The atmosphere in the rest room was oppressively suffocating.

Sikong Jing stealthily moved to a dark corner where no one detected his presence; he locked onto the target person, a beautiful woman in her twenties.

She wore an icy-colored gown and held an Ancient Zither made of White Jade.

Upon seeing the zither, Sikong Jing widened his eyes slightly and murmured, ”No strings?”

Indeed, Fu Miaoling’s zither was stringless.

Whether through mechanism or sheer unstrung genius, Sikong Jing believed it more likely involved space folding power.

At this moment, a sallow, thin Elder next to Fu Miaoling spoke, ”Miaoling, what were you thinking, why would you suddenly play a stringless musical instrument?”

Upon hearing this, Sikong Jing’s heart was filled with a sense of inevitability...

However, Fu Miaoling remained silent, showing a cold indifferent gaze, pondering silently.

In the next instant... boom!

An explosive aura erupted outside the rest room, then Emperor Realm energy penetrated inside, causing the resting individuals to scream in alarm, followed by... bam, bam, bam!

One after another, they were thrown against the walls...

The sallow, thin Elder suffered similarly, as did everyone except Fu Miaoling, crying out in anguish.

Suddenly, the rest room descended into chaos, its oppressive atmosphere doubling.

In the next moment, an aged figure appeared in the middle of the rest room—a hunchbacked Old Woman, emanating powerful Emperor Realm energy, but she failed to notice Sikong Jing hidden in shadows.

On arrival, the Old Woman fixedly stared at Fu Miaoling, demanding, ”What did you just do?”

Her sharp voice, laden with intense Spiritual Shadow Power, struck Fu Miaoling, who blanched slightly, yet defiantly bit her lip and sat still regardless. But as she parted her lips, blood stained her tip.

Clearly injured internally by the Old Woman, blood surged upwards into her mouth.