Berserk God of War

220: Chapter 220: Conquered the Golden Soul Palace 220: Chapter 220: Conquered the Golden Soul Palace Black Burning Hundred Whips?

The black-armored female warrior, upon hearing this, fell to her knees with a thud, terrified, “General Ning, you can’t do this.

Isn’t it just a man from the Canglong Small Domain?

What does it matter if he is killed?”

Although the Black Burning Hundred Whips wouldn’t kill a person, the pain was immense, a fate worse than death.

Moreover, after the Black Burning Hundred Whips, she would be expelled from General Ning’s Long Night Black Burning Army and would never be employed again.

Following this, other black-armored soldiers came forward to plead, all believing that the death of someone from the Canglong Small Domain was trivial.

“From what I know, that man wasn’t flirting with you; it was you who wanted him, but he rejected you,” General Ning said, his icy gaze falling on the kneeling black-armored female warrior.

Instantly, her whole body trembled violently—it was indeed a rejected advance that had fueled her murderous intent.

“Although Canglong Domain is a small domain, its people are still people and belong to the Long Night Empire.”

“Furthermore, you disobeyed my command and dared to deceive me.”

The last sentence hit the black-armored female warrior’s face like a crazed, sharp knife, and General Ning ordered, “Drag her away, execute the whip!”

Listening to this, no one dared to beg for mercy anymore.

They could only drag the black-armored female warrior into the cabin, and soon horrifying, miserable screams were heard, chilling everyone else to the core.

Suddenly, General Ning said, “Sun Gan, what happened to your injuries?”

The latter shuddered violently, his heart pounding; receiving the Black Burning Hundred Whips for killing a common man was one thing, but if General Ning found out he had killed Sikong Jing, who had been selected in the trials, he would definitely be executed.

He must not tell the truth…

“Responding to General Ning, I heard from Yan Ruyu that there was a treasure in the Great Shang Dynasty that could aid cultivation, the Golden Soul Palace, so I went to check it out for fun.

I didn’t expect the Golden Soul Palace to be so powerful that even I got injured,” Sun Gan fabricated a reason.

General Ning narrowed his eyes, his response cold, “Even you?

You are merely at the Innate Second Realm Martial Scripture Realm.

You think too highly of yourself.”

Upon hearing this, Sun Gan quickly responded, “Yes, yes, my lord, I realize my error, my ignorance.”

After the Transcendent Five Realms, come the Innate Five Realms.

They are the Martial Acupoint Realm, Martial Scripture Realm, Martial Body Realm, Martial Soul Realm, and Martial Arts Sect Realm.

As Sikong Jing had guessed, Sun Gan was indeed at the Second Realm of the Innate, the Martial Scripture Realm.

“Hmm, everyone stay on the ship now.

Tomorrow is the time to return to the Long Night Empire,” General Ning waved his hand saying.

The group of black-armored soldiers dispersed.

Sun Gan breathed a long sigh of relief, having managed to bluff his way through; he had been truly terrified.

Only after General Ning returned to the cabin did Yan Ruyu approach with curiosity and ask, “Lord Sun, did you really enter the Golden Soul Palace of my Great Shang Dynasty and injure yourself?”

Yan Ruyu was skeptical; the Golden Soul Palace wasn’t supposed to hurt people, much less cause a body full of sword marks.

Sun Gan stared at her coldly, replying in a low voice, “If I say I did, then I did.

If you dare to question further, I’ll kill you.”

“Of course, I entered the Golden Soul Palace, and I even killed that brat Sikong.”

The first part was a threat, but the last sentence was aimed at bringing Yan Ruyu closer as he knew she also deeply hated Sikong Jing.

Instantly, Yan Ruyu’s face lit up with ecstatic joy, whispering softly, “Really?”

“I personally, before your father Emperor’s eyes, thrust into Little Sikong’s heart.

Do you think it’s true?” Sun Gan countered.

Suddenly, Yan Ruyu’s face was a spectacle of delight, joy written all over her.

“Remember this, keep this matter buried inside you, and don’t get carried away,” Sun Gan whispered into Yan Ruyu’s ear.

She nodded frantically and leaned closer to Sun Gan’s ear, asking in a tender voice, “Thank you, Lord Sun.

How should I repay you?”

Sun Gan looked her up and down and sneered, “You have some beauty to you, but you are somewhat inferior to Songstress Ye Changlian, not to mention Sikong Jing’s wife.”

With wide-open mouth, Yan Ruyu’s face gradually turned ashen.

“Once we reach the Long Night Empire, you help me get Sikong Jing’s wife, that’s it.” After Sun Gan spoke, he swaggered off, leaving only Yan Ruyu trembling violently all over.

“Sun Gan, you’re dead, damn it.” Yan Ruyu silently swore.

…

Two hours later inside the Golden Soul Palace…boom…

Sikong Jing had reached the Fifth Level of the Desolate Martial Realm.

The Golden Soul Palace proved to be an excellent cultivation site, where it seemed he could absorb the external forces amidst the golden light, channeling them into Sikong Jing’s body to aid his growth.

Daylight came again, and Sikong Jing advanced to the Sixth Level of the Desolate Martial Realm, yet the golden light remained unshaken.

“Heh, only three more hours until the Long Night Empire’s Divine Spaceship departs, Sikong Jing, you won’t make it in time.” Yan Tianmo still sat on the dragon throne, pale-faced due to excessive blood loss.

But he was determined not to die, insisting on waiting until the Divine Spaceship of the Long Night Empire departed.

Yan Tianmo wanted to witness firsthand Sikong Jing going mad and frantic from not making it in time.

As time further slipped by, nearing three hours, Sikong Jing broke through to the Seventh Level of the Desolate Martial Realm.

“Only a quarter of an hour left, Sikong Jing, you cannot break through to the Transcendent, you cannot reach the Innate Realm.”

Yan Tianmo laughed loudly, “No matter how terrifying you are, it’s not possible.”

Sikong Jing focused on him, finally realizing that the Innate Realm was what followed the Transcendent Realm.

It was not surprising to Sikong Jing that Yan Tianmo knew about this; the ancestors of the Yan Family had established the Great Shang Dynasty after returning from the Long Night Empire, certainly retaining unknown secrets from the Canglong Domain.

Now, Sikong Jing had no more time to ponder.

If it had been before, he might’ve let the Divine Spaceship of the Long Night Empire depart and simply traveled through the Minglong Mountain Range, but Su Yuexi was on board, and he was worried about her.

He was not only afraid that Yue Xi would worry about him but also feared that Sun Gan might harm Yue Xi.

“A treasure exceeding the Heavenly Grade must recognize its master, so I’ll try seizing your Golden Soul Palace.” A sudden idea crossed Sikong Jing’s mind, and he immediately dropped blood onto the floor of the Golden Soul Palace.

After the blood dropped, it was naturally a silent piece, with no reaction whatsoever.

“Hahaha, Sikong Jing, are you joking?”

Seeing this, Yan Tianmo couldn’t help but burst into laughter: “You’re truly ignorant; the treasure already recognized me as its master, so how could it possibly recognize you?

Besides, the Golden Soul Palace belongs to my Yan Family, it only recognizes the Yan Family’s bloodline.”

This was the rule set by his powerful ancestors for the Golden Soul Palace, and even General Ning’s arrival wouldn’t make a difference.

Unless, Yan Tianmo himself revoked the recognition.

“Is that so?”

Sikong Jing asked quietly, then deliberately squeezed out his own Ten Thousand Beasts essence blood and dropped it onto the floor of the Golden Soul Palace.

Afterward, he stared intently at the Golden Soul Palace.

“It’s useless, and did you think merely dropping blood would suffice for recognizing a master?

Aren’t you thinking too much?

Even if you needed to drop blood, it has to be dropped in the right place.” Yan Tianmo’s eyes were full of mockery.

The Golden Soul Palace was vast, and the blood had to be dropped at the core and needed the boost of an array.

Sikong Jing was just ignorant, messing around and acting out of desperation.

However, in the next instant, Yan Tianmo was stunned.

He saw Sikong Jing’s drop of essence blood slowly seep into the floor until it disappeared completely, followed by the Golden Soul Palace making a thunderous “boom” sound, and the golden light locked onto Sikong Jing vanished in an instant.

Yan Tianmo’s eyes widened, he screamed, “Impossible, this can’t be!”

The connection he had with the Golden Soul Palace was gone, severed by something unknown!