Berserk God of War

203: Chapter 203: The Martial Test Begins, Grandly 203: Chapter 203: The Martial Test Begins, Grandly His heart trembled wildly, the word “Brother” tugged at his nerves.

In the end, Sikong Jing stayed in Ye Changlian’s room, sitting by the window just like before, watching the river flow swiftly past under the enchanting moonlight.

Ye Changlian sat timidly across from him, brewing wine.

“Brother, the wine is ready,” after a while, Ye Changlian slowly passed over the cup filled with wine.

Sikong Jing took it and stared at the wine but did not drink it for a long time.

Across from him, Ye Changlian blinked her beautiful large eyes and gently asked, “Brother, isn’t the wine fragrant?”

Sikong Jing looked up and replied, “It is fragrant!”

He drank it and then looked at Ye Changlian and sighed, “Ultimately, it’s just a futile sentiment.

My sister, Sikong Ling, will never come back to life, and this useless dream must now end.”

After speaking, he gazed deeply at Ye Changlian, whose expression began to wildly change, then sighed, “The poison in the wine is useless against me.”

Bang!

The color drained from Ye Changlian’s face, and the wine pot in her hand heavily hit the floor.

“Calling me ‘brother’ is an insult to my sister,” Sikong Jing slowly spoke again, “If my sister were still alive, she would never poison her own brother, even if the sky were falling and the earth splitting.”

With this, Ye Changlian screamed out, “Someone, come quick, Sikong Jing has drunk poisoned wine!”

At that moment, Ye Changlian’s face was so hideously terrifying, no trace of beauty remained.

“No need to call,” Sikong Jing spoke calmly, “While you were changing, all of Shadow Sect in Shang Country had already perished.

The only thing you will see are their bodies floating up soon.”

Instantly, Ye Changlian’s eyes widened, and she trembled as she pointed at Sikong Jing, “You—you knew all along?”

Sikong Jing smiled.

The moment he saw Ye Changlian, he had known; she could no longer hide the malice in her eyes, and he, Sikong Jing, was no longer the same Sikong Jing.

Yet, he had still been clinging to the feeling of having his sister by his side.

Even if that meant killing all the masters of the Shadow Sect, he still had not wanted to expose this illusion.

Until this cup of poisoned wine was offered.

It was only then that Sikong Jing truly recognized that this sentiment was just a past cloud of smoke, his sister could never come back to life, and Ye Changlian could never replace his sister.

“I just wonder, I have treated you well, regarded you as a sister, so why would you harm me?” Sikong Jing asked calmly.

Ye Changlian’s face changed, and she suddenly yelled loudly, “Who wants to be your sister?

Even when you were still the Invincible God General, I wanted to be your woman, but you spent the night here and never touched me.”

“Now you’re just a dog that everyone wants to beat.”

“As long as I kill you, I can marry into the Royal Family, no longer be a songstress, and enjoy wealth and splendor.”

With her shrill voice echoing, Sikong Jing silently walked out of the room, a hint of mocking smile remaining at the corner of his mouth.

Suddenly, he paused his steps, “Actually, after quelling the turmoil in the Seven Countries, I had wanted to bring you home as my sister, make you the true sister of the Invincible God General, marrying you into a true noble family.”

“Even now, taking you away would be easy.”

“Unfortunately, life is unpredictable, not everyone is my Su Yuexi.”

Having said this, Sikong Jing disappeared from the flowering boat where Ye Changlian was.

He proudly stood by the riverbank, vaguely seeing two Divine Spaceships floating in the sky, the entire Great Shang Imperial City was heartless, with the exception of the father-in-law, mother-in-law, and Su Yue Immortal above on the ships.

Soon, bodies began to float up in the river, eliciting screams from many people.

Sikong Jing still stood by the riverside, ignoring the increasing number of Great Shang Dynasty experts surrounding him, ignoring Ye Changlian’s frenzied curses and screams from the flowering boat.

He drank his wine, thinking of his sister, thinking of Su Yuexi!

No one dared come close.

…

The next morning, two Divine Spaceships descended from the sky, and the valiant voice of General Ning echoed throughout the Imperial City.

“All martial examination participants, proceed to the eastern testing ground outside the Imperial City.”

By the riverbank, Sikong Jing disappeared in a flash, appearing on the east side of the Imperial City astride a Flying Blood Colorful Winged Horse.

By then, the area outside the city was already teeming with millions of young talents from the Canglong Domain.

At the same time, two Divine Spaceships landed atop the city walls.

One of them was the very same that General Ning had arrived on, while the second one was even larger.

Next, a long staircase unfolded from above, touching down on the ground and carrying with it an air of enigmatic aura.

General Ning, accompanied by Elder Wei and the Black-armored Soldiers, stood erect at the prow of the first Divine Spaceship, her voice ringing out once more, “The first round of the martial examination will be boarding the ship.

Only those who board can proceed to the second round.”

“The first round tests your will, and is not closely related to martial roots.

Let’s begin.”

The millions of young attendees erupted into a buzz, and then started rushing towards the staircase, but soon everyone realized their feet were as heavy as if filled with lead.

They struggled even to take steps.

Surprisingly, including Yang Tianmo, various powerful figures from major dynasties had also arrived at the scene and were watching this unfold in astonishment.

The sight of millions of young people heavily stepping forward was incredibly shocking.

Sikong Jing stood amidst the crowd, gazing at the second Divine Spaceship and muttered internally, “Such a heavy oppressive force, although they say it’s not closely related to martial roots, I’m afraid those with weaker martial roots naturally cannot withstand this pressure.”

He glanced around and saw some young people who had reached the Transcendent Third Realm still heavily burdened, yet some who didn’t even know martial arts gradually adapted to the pressure.

The oppressive force from the second Divine Spaceship could provoke anyone’s true talent to burst forth.

“Sikong Jing, why aren’t you moving?”

Suddenly, a voice filled with mockery reached Sikong Jing’s ears, unmistakably that of Yuwen Guan.

He walked over step by step, then stood beside Sikong Jing and said, “I know why.

Your martial root is zero; you simply cannot move.”

Sikong Jing raised an eyebrow and retorted, “And you can move?”

“Haha, of course I can.

I’ll be heading to the Long Night Empire soon.”

Yuwen Guan let out a loud laugh, then strode toward the direction of the Divine Spaceship, effortlessly.

Yang Tianmo had indeed kept his promise.

He had removed Sikong Jing’s Dantian last night, and now his talent was fully recovered.

Suddenly stopping, Yuwen Guan coldly turned back, “Sikong Jing, aren’t you coming?”

He was testing Sikong Jing; if the latter truly couldn’t move, he would immediately kill him—that was the task Yang Tianmo had given him.

“You can’t really be unable to move, can you?” Yuwen Guan asked again, his eyes brimming with murderous intent.

Meanwhile, atop the city walls where Yang Tianmo was,

the people of Shang Country also witnessed this scene, their eyes fierce.

This test could ensure Sikong Jing’s death beyond certainty.

With zero martial root, even if he could move, he wouldn’t get far; in the end, he surely wouldn’t be able to move at all.

On the first Divine Spaceship, selected geniuses also gathered at the edge of the ship, including the Su Yue Immortal family, Sui Yu, Xia Die Lian, and other nobles from other dynasties.

Having spent nearly two months aboard the Divine Spaceship, all the geniuses underwent a transformative change in their demeanor.

During this time, they all received guidance and cultivation.

Su Zhenglong appeared much younger and his martial realm had advanced to the Transcendent Star Martial Realm.

He could easily observe the crowd below from the Divine Spaceship and naturally spotted Sikong Jing.

“Ajing, you really did come,” Su Zhenglong clenched his fists tightly.