Berserk God of War

Right now, the Qianwang Ten Emperor Battle has completely come to an end.

Aside from the unexpected situation with the Demon Master Sikong in Fenglei City, the other nine Emperor Cities naturally followed the Qianwang Holy Tower’s plan and were completed smoothly; Pei Kuang will meet the new Ten Emperors tomorrow and grant rewards.

And the Qianwang Saint Son Pei Yusheng, once the Holy City opened, immediately received his ten accompanying martial cultivators.

In the restaurant where Sikong Jing was staying, the Shopkeeper, a native of Qianwang Holy City, looked at everyone and explained proudly...

”This heavy gate of the Qianwang Golden Light Tower before you is what we call the Holy Son Gate. Of course the Qianwang Saint Son must depart from here.”

”As for the main gate of our Golden Light Tower, it can only be opened when the Tower Master leads a procession out.”

The various Sect members and other outsiders suddenly saw the light; so there was even such a thing as a Holy Son Gate.

Suddenly, a visiting guest, a bit slow in the head, asked, ”Isn’t there only nine accompanying martial cultivators left? Why... wu wu wu wu!”

He had only gotten halfway through the sentence when his friend clamped his hand tightly over his mouth.

The one covering him gave a heavy warning: ”Watch your mouth unless you want trouble.”

The Shopkeeper, being a local, instantly had his face cloud over. To be able to live in Qianwang Holy City, most people were basically family members of various Qianwang Holy Tower personnel; so of course this Shopkeeper was very displeased when he heard that.

However, the Shopkeeper still explained coldly, ”If one dies, of course another has to be filled in.”

Although everyone up and down in Qianwang Holy Tower felt extremely, extremely humiliated about this matter, most of them were still lofty and arrogant and confident. In their eyes that Little Demon Sikong was someone doomed to die...

Something this minor, the Tower Master would definitely be able to deal with very quickly, so they weren’t afraid to talk about it.

Only then did the one who asked finally understand: You Hushui was dead, so naturally the second place in Fenglei City’s Companion Martial Battle would be filled in.

Qianwang Holy Tower would never allow the accompanying martial cultivators to be left with only nine.

Dong, dong, dong...

While everyone was talking, heavy footsteps were already sounding from within the Holy Son’s heavy gate.

The scene abruptly fell silent; one after another they fixed their eyes on the Holy Son Gate, waiting for the Qianwang Saint Son to appear. Some people were even extremely excited.

It was still those so-called worshippers; they could finally see the Qianwang Saint Son in person.

What does the legendary Third Grade Saint Body Pei Yusheng look like?

At this moment, Qu Hanming suddenly withdrew his gaze and stared blankly at Sikong Jing opposite him, asking in a low voice, ”Young Master, that person who can take you to the Thousand Prison Tower, could it be...”

He didn’t continue after that point.

Sikong Jing gave a faint smile and said slowly, ”Yes, it’s Pei Yusheng.”

Sikong Jing had long received a report from one of the Thousand Prison Tower chess they had subdued. It was precisely that Pei Yusheng would be touring the Holy City tonight, and he would be departing from the Holy Son Gate, which was why Sikong Jing was waiting here.

The Thousand Prison Tower chess pieces had originally been Pei Kuang’s weapons and shadows; now they had instead become Sikong Jing’s intelligence agents.

It’s only temporary; once the Thousand Prison Tower is broken, the chess pieces will be freed from Qianwang Holy Tower.

As his voice fell, a luxurious beyond belief Beast Chariot finally rolled out from the Holy Son’s heavy gate.

It was drawn by nine golden giant beasts, each giant beast at the Venerable Realm, each one a fearsome demon beast of a different breed. To collect nine golden heads all at the Venerable Realm—one can imagine the difficulty.

Afraid that in all the world, only Qianwang Holy Tower could pull this off.

On the Beast Chariot, Pei Yusheng’s tender figure stood ramrod straight, while around him ten young geniuses stood proudly.

These were the ten accompanying martial cultivators chosen by the Ten Emperor Cities.

Across from him, Qu Hanming spoke in a lowered voice again: ”Young Master, since Pei Kuang believes you will definitely enter the city to cause trouble, there will absolutely be experts protecting the Saint Son on his outing. It won’t be easy if you want to take down Pei Yusheng, right?”

Night tour of Qianwang Holy City—Pei Kuang has no reason not to worry that Pei Yusheng might be killed by Sikong Jing.

To this, Sikong Jing lightly stretched out a finger and said, ”See that graceful silhouette at the very back inside the Beast Chariot? That is Pei Yusheng’s mother, someone not weaker than Pei Kuang—a presence at the Third Stage of Holy Martial.”

As these words came out, Qu Hanming’s entire body shuddered wildly; his hair bristled and stood on end continuously.

He subconsciously looked over...

He saw that at the very back of the Beast Chariot was an equally luxurious room, with a sitting silhouette cast upon the curtains.

And that silhouette was actually a presence at the Third Stage of Holy Martial?

”Don’t look. If she notices anything off, you and I couldn’t withstand even a single finger of hers.” Sikong Jing immediately reminded him.

Qu Hanming didn’t dare linger; he withdrew his gaze at once, and then realized his whole body was already soaked.

Qianwang Holy Tower actually had a hidden existence whose strength matched Pei Kuang’s—this was too damn terrifying, wasn’t it? He suddenly felt a kind of fear in his heart that was about to explode.

Against a Qianwang Holy Tower like this, can Overlord Commerce really win?

Looking up, Qu Hanming suddenly saw the half-smiling look in Sikong Jing’s eyes, and his heart instantly chilled to the extreme.

He asked weakly, ”Young Master, then how will you manage to take down Pei Yusheng?

Just now, in that instant, Qu Hanming honestly had an urge to immediately betray Sikong Jing, but when he thought about how the latter already knew the strength of Pei Yusheng’s mother, and even knew she would be serving as guard to the Saint Son, it seemed he already had a method to deal with her.

His heart was in utter chaos. Just what level of struggle was this?

To think that I, the grand leader of a top-tier Sect, now feel as weak as some bandit chief?

Sikong Jing spoke in a cold, stern tone: ”Naturally, by luring the tiger from the mountain!”

As his voice fell, Sikong Jing suddenly took out a small bead and lightly crushed it.

This was, of course, a Signal Pearl. Once crushed, those whom Sikong Jing had arranged on the other side would receive the signal and take action.

Seeing this, Qu Hanming’s heart leapt into his throat; they were actually going to move right away.

As for who those people on the other side were, he naturally didn’t know, but they were definitely some Major Sect that had secretly thrown in with Overlord Commerce.

At this moment, Qu Hanming was also hearing all sorts of sounds around him, because the Saint Son’s Beast Chariot had already arrived on the street below their restaurant. People inside the restaurant were crammed at the windows, leaning out as they exclaimed nonstop...

”Qianwang Saint Son, a heroic youth indeed.”

”Same Third Grade Saint Body, but compared with a certain Demon, the Saint Son’s bearing is a whole tier higher.”

”Of course they can’t be compared. The Qianwang Saint Son is just young, yet he possesses the mighty Bloodline Holy Body of Lord Pei, so of course he’s stronger than a certain Demon. In the future, once the Saint Son reaches that Demon’s age, he’ll definitely have achieved Holy Martial.”

”That certain Demon is about to die. He’s just trash that doesn’t even have a chance to be stepped on by the Saint Son.”

Everyone was madly praising Pei Yusheng, while conveniently attacking Sikong Jing in their words, as if wishing Pei Yusheng passing below could hear them.

”That certain Demon is probably shivering in fear somewhere in the Holy City right now.”

As this sentence fell, suddenly... boom!

A fierce aura exploded from somewhere in Qianwang Holy City, followed by a shocked voice...

”Emperor’s Bloodline—you actually have the legendary Emperor’s Bloodline. Who are you?”

The voice was very clear, drawing countless gazes over, and making Pei Yusheng, who had been gracefully waving to the crowd, have his expression slightly tighten.

At the same time... whoosh!

The curtain belonging to Lady Li on the Beast Chariot flew up in an instant, and then the graceful silhouette behind the curtain had already vanished. She turned into a streak of flowing light and soared into the sky, a mighty Spiritual Shadow Power sweeping toward the source of that voice.

Lady Li’s eyes flashed with a burst of icy light: ”Emperor’s Bloodline?”

At the same time, on the restaurant, the corner of Sikong Jing’s mouth lifted slightly, and he flickered out of Qu Hanming’s sight.

The robe on his body that belonged to Beiming Winter Mountain also shattered into scraps in that instant...

Pei Yusheng’s Beast Chariot was on the street right below the restaurant, so Sikong Jing practically teleported. In the instant before anyone could react, he had already landed atop the Beast Chariot.