Berserk God of War

However, the second Beiming disciple stopped and said, ”We can’t rush out. We must find the strong ones of Qianwang Holy Tower first.”

Rushing out could mean certain death. Sikong Buwang might not have gone far yet.

Previously, they didn’t dare to rush out because Sikong Buwang was too terrifying, leaving them petrified.

Earlier, the Beiming disciples were pondering why Sikong Buwang suddenly gripped his sword, and the result was murder—killing Qiu Leiyin, one of Fenglei’s Generals. He was beyond insanity.

Only at this moment did they come to their senses.

Suddenly, the third Beiming disciple said, ”No, we wait for the Mountain Master to arrive. Capturing Sikong Buwang is the real accomplishment.”

At such a time, this third Beiming disciple was still contemplating currying favor with Qianwang Holy Tower.

But what he said indeed made sense...

Now, whether they rush out or report Sikong Buwang to Qianwang’s strong ones, their flattery to Beiming Hanshan wouldn’t be loud enough; it wouldn’t count as a significant achievement.

Having the Mountain Master capture Sikong Buwang, and then personally deliver him to Qianwang Holy Tower, now that would be exciting indeed.

As the Beiming disciples pondered how to maximize their accomplishment, a hoarse voice from Xu He suddenly rang out: ”Escape, we must escape immediately... disperse and flee!”

His voice was marked by frenzy and urgency, instantly leaving the Beiming Hanshan disciples dumbfounded.

Why escape?

Sikong Buwang hasn’t even discovered our tracking, otherwise, he would’ve exposed us!

But soon, each person snapped back to reality, and their faces turned pale when a female disciple exclaimed, ”With Sikong Buwang’s recent display of horror, there’s no way he hasn’t noticed us.”

”He... he... he just doesn’t care about our tracking, but now he surely does.”

Only then did they confront this frightening reality.

The Beiming disciples’ prior self-confidence suddenly shattered in this moment; Sikong Buwang could easily take down those in the Emperor Realm, how could he have missed noticing them?

Earlier he didn’t care, but now there’s no way Sikong Buwang would let them report to Qianwang’s strong ones.

So as Xu He had mentioned, they had to disperse and escape immediately.

Unfortunately, just as they were about to flee, a cold voice reached their ears: ”Brother Xu, since we met in Wanbing City all those years ago, who would have thought you’d still remember me, making me feel exceptionally honored.”

As the words settled, the Beiming Hanshan disciples trembled uncontrollably, their faces turning a shade paler.

Next instant, someone screamed, ”Run...”

However, it was already too late; they discovered that a barrier had been set up around them at some unknown point, leaving no chance for escape.

Thus, crash, crash, crash!

The Beiming disciples each smashed against the barrier, and then fell heavily to the ground.

Afterwards, they raised their eyes, filled with terror, only to see Sikong Buwang emerging slowly from a sudden mist of frost.

The Beiming disciples’ hearts trembled violently with Sikong Jing’s appearance.

At this moment... thud, thud, thud!

Sikong Jing walked step by step to Xu He’s front, smiling as he said, ”Brother Xu, previously in the restaurant, I had affairs to handle, and could only say you mistook me for someone else. Here, I apologize.”

”In fact, you didn’t mistake me; I am indeed Sikong Buwang who ’died’ in Wuji Town.”

Xu He stared steadfastly at Sikong Jing, whose calm voice was as terrifying as a thunderous explosion in his ears.

Unable to stop his legs tremoring wildly, Xu He unconsciously stepped back bit by bit.

Sikong Jing, opposite him, pressed further and asked, ”Brother Xu, what are you afraid of?”

Thud...

With Sikong Jing’s words, Xu He buckled under pressure and sat heavily on the ground; Beiming Hanshan, as often referred to as a Demon Path force, or at least half a Demon Path force.

Because their actions were sinister, evil, and shameless, leaving them despised for consuming spiritual shadows.

However, now compared to Sikong Jing, Xu He felt Beiming Hanshan didn’t resemble a Demon Path sect at all.

Xu He overlooked a saying... a villain needs a villain to tame them, if they were evil, then Sikong Jing was even worse.

Finally, Xu He shivered and spoke, ”Brother Sikong, we have no grievances; can we...”

Yet before he could finish, Sikong Jing lightly interrupted, ”No grievances, then why were you tracking me?”

Still a casually posed question, but Xu He and the others trembled even more severely, for they tracked Sikong Jing intending to curry favor with Qianwang Holy Tower and make great achievements.

With this, Sikong Jing had no reason to spare them.

Moreover...

Back in Wanbing City, their Han Dong Venerable had used all kinds of insidious tactics against Master Wuji.

Of course, up until now, they weren’t a hundred percent certain if Sikong Buwang and Demon Master Sikong were one and the same.

In short, the Beiming disciples’ minds were in total chaos.

Finally, amid their terror, Sikong Jing gently laughed again, ”Enough, just follow me for now; I won’t kill you yet... I wish to meet your Beiming Mountain Master.”

”As for whether you can ultimately live, it depends on your Beiming Mountain Master’s attitude.”

Having said this, without waiting for the Beiming disciples to react, Sikong Jing rolled them away from Wanlu Sect’s courtyard.

And naturally, no one around noticed their presence or departure.

Meanwhile, in front of the courtyard gates of Wanlu Sect, more and more people gathered.

All were surrounding Qiu Leiyin and the Qianwang Knights’ corpses with various expressions of anger, pondering over what actions Qianwang Holy Tower would take next, leaving no room to notice anything else.

Only Brother Zhang seized the opportunity to reach Luo Chunye’s side.

Watching Luo Chunye still clutching the Wanlu Sect Master while yelling and shouting, Brother Zhang softly sighed, ”Brother Luo, please restrain your grief.”

”From now on, you shouldn’t drink anymore.”

Suffering such a calamity was completely due to Luo Chunye’s drunkenness.

Yet as Brother Zhang’s words faded, Luo Chunye abruptly ceased his shouting, slowly raised his head, and revealed a tearless face—a face devoid of any bewilderment.

This expression left Brother Zhang completely dumbfounded.

According to his understanding of Luo Chunye, the latter should be crying to the point of fainting.

Could he be so struck that he was stupefied?

Suddenly, Luo Chunye, in a low voice, said, ”Brother Zhang, I just saw the Frost Knight’s face; he’s very young.”

This sentence was certainly true; when Sikong Jing previously spoke to him, Luo Chunye saw Sikong Jing’s face clearly.

But the statement seemed somewhat random, causing Brother Zhang to blink slowly...

Moments later, Brother Zhang realized and anxiously said, ”Brother Luo, don’t act impulsively; he’s not someone you can deal with now.”

Brother Zhang naturally assumed Luo Chunye wanted to avenge his master; seeing a face made tracking possible.

But now, if Brother Luo went after the Frost Knight, it’d be akin to seeking death.

To this, Luo Chunye gently shook his head, suddenly declaring firmly, ”No, I want to follow him... he’s even more formidable than the Qianwang Saint Son. What I said at the restaurant wasn’t wrong.”