Berserk God of War

85: Chapter 085: Can I Beat Him Up?

85: Chapter 085: Can I Beat Him Up?

Huh?

Old Zhang and Ah Hu were dumbstruck.

What sort of madness had overcome this assassin girl now?

Everything we said was true.

“Yue Xian, these past ten years must have been very hard for you?”

“Please stay, your dad and mom are looking forward to your return every day.”

At this moment, Mei Xiaofang also realized that all the glory and riches were false and quickly went up to try to grab Su Yue Immortal’s hand.

However, Su Yue Immortal violently shook her off, crying and shouting, “It’s none of your business.”

After saying that, she darted out the door in a flash.

“Yue Xian…”

Su Zhenglong shouted loudly and chased after her.

Su Yuexi and Mei Xiaofang also quickly followed, but, of course, they were not as fast as the first two.

In the courtyard, Old Zhang and Ah Hu were left completely bewildered.

What on earth had happened?

At the entrance of Su Residence, Sikong Jing had just finished forging the sword for Su Yuexi when suddenly he saw a dark figure rushing toward him, followed by another person.

And the figure in front was none other than that black-clad woman.

Could it be that she had been exposed and was now being pursued by the assassin organization?

At the same time, Su Yue Immortal also saw Sikong Jing and immediately brightened up, saying, “Brother Sikong, right?

Help me stop the person behind me, I’ll owe you one again.”

Sikong Jing was somewhat reluctant upon hearing this but was stupefied the next instant—the person chasing her was her father-in-law, Su Zhenglong.

What had happened?

Could it be that the black-clad woman was attempting to assassinate her father-in-law, and he was pursuing her in response?

A cold glint flashed in Sikong Jing’s eyes, and without a second word, he turned around with his spear, positioning the long spear in front of Su Yue Immortal and coldly said, “Sorry, even if you owed me ten times or a hundred, I can’t help you anymore.”

As a joke, how could he spare this woman who casually met and dared to attack his father-in-law, Sikong Jing?

Su Yue Immortal was utterly stunned and couldn’t help but cry out, “Why are you stopping me?”

At that moment, Su Zhenglong also caught up and saw Sikong Jing stopping Su Yue Immortal.

He let out a sigh of relief and was just about to say something to Sikong Jing.

But because he had been chasing too aggressively, a surge of blood rushed to his throat, and he couldn’t speak at the moment.

“Why stop you?”

Sikong Jing tilted his head and coldly said, “Your father needed the Flowing Cloud Flying Squirrel.

You knelt down before me begging, and I obtained it for you.”

“You are an assassin, enduring painful hardships and a past.

For your father, you even dared to kill a top-ranking assassin, but is your father the only father out there?”

Sikong Jing’s voice echoed, his gaze growing colder and the killing intent rising high into the sky.

The father-in-law was Su Yuexi’s father and partly his own.

Even if he sympathized with Su Yue Immortal, Sikong Jing would still kill without hesitation.

But at that moment, Su Zhenglong managed to speak; he clearly heard the words of Sikong Jing.

“Yue Xian, did you really become an assassin?”

“And you killed a top-ranking assassin for your dad… dad truly feels undeserving!”

At this point, Su Zhenglong was already moved to tears.

His heart felt as if it had been pricked by needles, both touched and guilty.

How could he not know the bitter life of an assassin?

Now Yue Xian had even killed a top-ranking assassin, this was fatal.

Su Yue Immortal became even more disordered, absolutely frantic.

She stared fiercely at Sikong Jing in front of her.

Why did she always have to encounter them?

The first two generals who blatantly spoke the sheer truth were one thing, but even this doubled-barreled surname Sikong had to speak like this.

“Yue Xian?”

At that moment, Sikong Jing also noticed his father-in-law’s appearance, his entire body shaking tremendously, as he stared incredulously at the woman in black.

Could she really be Yue Xi’s sister, Su Yue Immortal?

Encountering her in front of the Su Residence, the father-in-law suddenly took an elixir to regain consciousness, and at the foot of Ru Yun Mountain, he kneeled to beg for the Flowing Cloud Flying Squirrel’s inner core, still stubbornly defiant…

A series of images connected together; wasn’t this exactly Su Yue Immortal’s situation?

He had failed to realize it beforehand.

Visibly upset and anxious, Su Yue Immortal shouted at Sikong Jing, “You, you get out of my way.”

With that, she charged forward madly.

Because Sikong Jing was shocked, she maneuvered past him and vanished into the building in the blink of an eye.

Then, Su Zhenglong urgently called out, “Ajing, hurry and catch up with her.

She is Yue Xian, Yue Xi’s sister…

Ah!”

A gush of fresh blood spewed out, and Su Zhenglong collapsed softly at the grand entrance of the Su Residence, but he still told Sikong Jing, “Don’t worry about me, hurry and catch up to explain everything clearly, and you must keep Yue Xian.”

Hesitating briefly, Sikong Jing still turned around and chased after her, his Beast Skill Flowing Cloud executed to perfection.

A moment later, Su Yue Immortal, seeing Sikong Jing following closely behind her, snapped furiously, “Why are you following me so closely?”

“Su Yue Immortal, let’s talk this over calmly,” Sikong Jing replied as he continued the chase.

Su Yue Immortal’s entire body trembled, and she clenched her teeth as she said, “So you knew Su Zhenglong as well.

But I have nothing to discuss with him; he abandoned me and only doted on his youngest daughter.”

Sikong Jing was speechless; this was Su Yue Immortal’s internal struggle, and in this regard, he could only consider himself an outsider.

Suddenly, Sikong Jing stopped chasing, and looking towards the direction of the Su Residence, he said, “This is bad, Su Xuefeng is about to make a move again.”

“What did you say?

Who is my grandfather going to attack?” Su Yue Immortal stopped and asked.

Sensing the aura from the direction of the Su Residence, Sikong Jing answered, “It’s not just Su Xuefeng; there’s another person at the Human Realm Eighth Layer as well.”

After saying this, he looked again at Su Yue Immortal.

“Didn’t you know?

In these ten years, your father has been terribly oppressed by the entire Su Family.”

“Su Xuefeng, for some unknown reason, is always hoping for your father’s misfortune.”

Su Yue Immortal’s entire body shook violently; she stared incredulously at Sikong Jing.

“Because of the oppression, even your mother doesn’t have a single Copper Crystal Plate on her.”

“She has groveled before countless so-called friends, and even house servants can scold her and take her things.”

Taking a deep breath, Sikong Jing intensely focused on Su Yue Immortal, and then added, “Now that your father has fallen at the gates of the Su Residence, Su Xuefeng definitely won’t miss this great opportunity.

I must go back.”

After speaking, Sikong Jing turned and dashed back to the Su Residence.

Su Yue Immortal stood still, stunned.

How could her father and mother have suffered so terribly these ten years?

Could all of this be true?

But this mysterious man surnamed Sikong had no reason to lie to her.

After her face changed expressions a few times, Su Yue Immortal finally gritted her teeth and turned to head back to the Su Residence.

At the entrance of the Su Residence.

A middle-aged man swaggered up to Su Zhenglong, chuckling weirdly, “Eh, isn’t this the once brilliant Su Zhenglong?

Back in the day, you were formidable, challenging my Hai Family and making us lose face.”

Su Zhenglong, with his injuries flaring up, struggled to lift his head to look at the man in front of him, who was none other than the Hai Family’s head, Hai He.

And surrounding Hai He were several of the Hai Family’s experts.

Meanwhile, Su Xuefeng also appeared unexpectedly at the gate of the Su Residence, seemingly there to greet Hai He.

Seeing that Su Zhenglong remained silent, Hai He then looked towards Su Xuefeng and asked, “Patriarch Su, may I punch your son?”