Berserk God of War

237: Chapter 237 He’s Not Qualified to Join 237: Chapter 237 He’s Not Qualified to Join The people from Eagle Domain also immediately stopped making noise, all smiles gone, replaced by stunned silence.

At this moment, Sikong Jing also slowly released his grip on Su Zhenglong’s hand and smiled at Lan Zhuanghe, “There’s no need to call me ‘dad.’ I’ve just got married not long ago, and I certainly don’t want a grown son like you.”

His voice broke the calm, and every single one of them sharply turned to look at him.

To their surprise, he had actually guessed it right, but how did he know that his father-in-law’s bloodline was awakening?

In fact, it was quite simple, Sikong Jing had been holding Su Zhenglong’s hand the whole time.

And how could he, with the Blood of Ten Thousand Beasts, not feel the Martial Arts Bloodline raging within his father-in-law’s body?

He could even clearly sense when it would awaken.

Suddenly, Lan Zhuanghe snapped back to his senses, his murderous intent exploding as he lashed out at Sikong Jing, “How dare you insult me?”

But Sikong Jing still replied with a smile, “Calling me ‘dad’ was your own suggestion, wasn’t it?

I never asked you to.”

Indeed, it was his own suggestion, but who would have thought that the old man could be so badass, managing to awaken the bloodline without the immediate help of the Black Burning Army’s Martial Meridian Stone?

What mattered even more was that he, the General of the 96th Legion, had been humiliated by a nobody from the Canglong Small Domain.

“I’ll kill you,” Lan Zhuanghe, beyond provoked, moved to attack Sikong Jing.

In the very next instant, Ning Jingjing appeared, her foot slamming into Lan Zhuanghe’s body and sending him flying back in front of the Eagle Domain crowd.

She stared at him coldly, “Lan Zhuanghe, if you can’t afford to lose, don’t make boastful claims.”

The three words “can’t afford to lose” pierced Lan Zhuanghe deeply, his face cycling between white and red, anger reaching its extreme.

Immediately after, Sui Yu couldn’t help but sneer, “You said you would call someone else ‘dad,’ and now that you can’t afford to lose, you resort to murder.

Is this really the stature of a Commander of the 96th Legion?

I wonder how you climbed your way up.”

He had heard from Elder Wei that Lan Zhuanghe’s position was secured by connections, so he straightforwardly threw out a piercing remark.

Lan Zhuanghe felt as if an arrow had struck him square in the chest, nearly spitting out blood.

Though his position was indeed secured through connections, he wouldn’t allow anyone else to mention it.

But Sui Yu, completely unafraid, pressed on, “Is it because of your connections?”

He was very astute.

Ning Jingjing and Lan Zhuanghe were sworn enemies, always at each other’s throats, and now that his own bloodline had awakened, he was bound to join the 99th Legion, which would also be sworn enemies with the 96th Legion.

The insult was out there, and should anything happen, Ning Jingjing would have his back.

“You, you, you…”

Lan Zhuanghe trembled, pointing at Ning Jingjing and Sikong Jing’s group, so furious he was on the verge of explosion.

At this point, Yan Shun hurriedly spoke up to smooth things over, “Alright Zhuanghe, you made the claim yourself, so just swallow your words.”

“And Ning Jingjing, you should also keep your people in line.

Make sure they understand what should and shouldn’t be said.”

With that, he had rebuked both sides, and then Yan Shun turned to Su Zhenglong, saying, “Since this middle-aged man really has an awakened bloodline, let’s keep him.”

Pausing, he then addressed Ning Jingjing, “I’m actually quite surprised.”

“But given his age, he’s destined not to achieve much.

While a Sixth-grade Martial Vein is very impressive, he can’t expect any special treatment like a younger person would.”

If it were a young person who had awakened a Sixth-grade Martial Vein, the Black Burning Army would certainly focus on his development, but Su Zhenglong was different.

Ning Jingjing bowed with a fist and acknowledged with a word.

This outcome was within her expectations; Su Zhenglong really was too old, and that was something that couldn’t be changed.

“That’s all, then.

Everyone who can stand will join the Black Burning Reserve Camp, and the others will be sent away from the Black Burning Camp, to be arranged according to the usual practice,” Yan Shun ordered before preparing to leave.

Suddenly, a sharp female voice rang out, “Commander Yan, I believe there is someone who does not deserve to stay in the Black Burning Army.”

At this sound, everyone’s attention focused over, and it was indeed Yan Ruyu.

Ning Jingjing’s face suddenly underwent a drastic change, and she shouted, “Yan Ruyu, shut up!”

In that instant, she knew exactly what Yan Ruyu was about to say, but this matter had to be kept secret from Yan Shun.

But Yan Ruyu let out a cold laugh and said, “Why should I shut up?

I joined the Black Burning Army after my Bloodline Awakening, and naturally, I cannot allow those who are not qualified to mingle within the army.

It is my responsibility.”

“You dare say that, believe it or not, I will expel you?” Ning Jingjing’s eyes flashed with a murderous intent.

Shrugging her shoulders, Yan Ruyu replied fearlessly, “Expel me then, I don’t even want to stay in the 99th Legion.”

“I wonder if General Lan would be willing to accept me?”

As she finished her last sentence, Yan Ruyu looked towards Lan Zhuanghe with a coy expression.

The latter was stunned, then burst into laughter, “Accept you?

Of course I’ll accept you.

Speak your mind, I will protect you.”

Having just been infuriated, Lan Zhuanghe was now gleefully supporting someone from the Canglong Domain defying Ning Jingjing, and he didn’t hesitate for a moment; he then quickly stepped out and brought Yan Ruyu to his side.

Finally, Lan Zhuanghe looked towards Ning Jingjing with a continuous sneer, feeling extremely pleased with the act of snatching someone away in public.

Yan Ruyu narrowed her eyes and pointed towards Sikong Jing, “The person I am talking about is him.”

Ning Jingjing gritted her teeth, and Su Zhenglong as well as Su Yue Immortal and the others shook with anger.

But now even Yan Shun had stopped in his tracks, paying attention to what Yan Ruyu was about to say, so they didn’t dare do anything rash.

“His Martial Root is nonexistent, what right does he have to join the Black Burning Army?”

As soon as these words came out, the entire place was stunned, staring directly at Sikong Jing, a Martial Root of nothingness?

What a joke?

Even Lan Zhuanghe felt that Yan Ruyu was speaking nonsense, frowning as he asked, “His Martial Root is nonexistent?

You must not speak recklessly.”

To be able to endure on the Martial Meridian Stone without falling there was almost no possibility of having a nonexistent Martial Root.

“It’s absolutely true, we have all seen it with our own eyes.” At this time, Ning Wenguan also stepped forward, directly walking to Lan Zhuanghe’s side, accompanied by the others from the Great Shang Dynasty.

Since Yan Ruyu had turned against Ning Jingjing, they naturally had to follow suit.

Simultaneously, Yan Shun’s gaze was fixed on Sikong Jing, and after three breaths, he exclaimed, “Ning Jingjing, what is this all about?

I have already examined this man, and his Martial Root is indeed nonexistent.

Are you actually bringing such a thing to make up the numbers?”

With Yan Shun’s strength, there was no need to press on the testee’s shoulder like Elder Wei to detect it.

Just by observing for a few moments, he could determine a person’s Martial Root.

“Really a Spirit Martial Root?” The people from the Eagle Domain looked at each other in surprise and amazement.

The entire scene had only Sikong Jing remaining calm as before.

His blood of the Ten Thousand Beasts went undetected by anyone.

Caught between a rock and a hard place, Ning Jingjing clenched her teeth and stepped forward, “Sikong Jing is indeed a Spirit Martial Root, but only because his Dantian was once destroyed.

I will find a way to restore his Martial Root, to at least a Fourth Grade.

Please be assured, Commander Yan.”

This matter could have been glossed over originally, and she would have let Sikong Jing join the Black Burning Army and then secretly helped him recover his Martial Root.

But now, Yan Ruyu had brought it out into the open.

If only she had known, she would have thrown this damn woman into the Minglong Mountain Range to feed the demon beasts.