Berserk God of War

250: Chapter 250: Detonation, Holy Dragon Seven Seals 250: Chapter 250: Detonation, Holy Dragon Seven Seals Bai Changwu was naturally laughing, too.

If someone dared to resist, he’d just send them a finger and then press them to death on the ground.

Such a person with a Spirit Martial Root really had a ludicrous brain.

Suddenly, Sikong Jing asked, “Dean Bai, I, Sikong Jing, am not a member of the Long Night Saint Dragon Palace, and this is my first encounter with the Drunk Dragon Tan Yue.

Do you really need to be so ruthless towards me?”

Frankly speaking, in the eyes of Long Night Star Palace, he was just a minor character.

The real reason Bai Changwu was exerting such pressure was because of the appearance of the Drunk Dragon Tan Yue yesterday.

Sikong Jing had family, and there was Su Yuexi by his side.

Under no dire circumstances did he want to become complete enemies with Xingluo Palace.

“Even if you want to vent your anger, it shouldn’t be on me,” Sikong Jing’s voice was resounding and forceful, each word crystal clear, “I came to Long Night Star Palace just to ask Dean Yao Changgeng of the Alchemy Institute to treat my wife.”

Having said that, he stared deeply at Bai Changwu…

Bai Changwu’s brows rose slightly as he said, “I see, it seems I really misunderstood you.”

As these words were spoken, Su Yuexi couldn’t help but brighten her eyes.

Could it be that the other party was going to relent?

“However, you still have only two choices.”

Bai Changwu’s tone suddenly changed, and his face was covered with a cold sneer.

No matter whether Sikong Jing’s words were true, the declaration he, as a Dean, had made would naturally not be retracted.

Using a little ant to establish his authority was also good.

Sikong Jing outright laughed in anger.

He had already made his final explanation, but since the other party still pressed him, it was time to fight!

All of a sudden, Sikong Jing’s tone became utterly chilling as he angrily asked, “I heard that hundreds of years ago, a power from Long Night Saint Dragon Palace invaded Xingluo Palace and left behind seven Holy Dragon Footprints?”

Boom, boom, boom…

Bai Changkong and the powerful members of Long Night Star Palace all stood up one by one, their killing intent surging towards Sikong Jing.

Everybody knew about this incident, but no one was allowed to mention it.

Sikong Jing was seeking death…

“My choice is to join the Long Night Saint Dragon Palace, or…

to detonate the Holy Dragon Seven Seals!” Sikong Jing’s voice ruthlessly broke out, followed by the flames on his spear soaring into the sky.

Buzz, buzz, buzz…

The next moment, from within the Long Night Star Palace, seven footprints emitted red lights, shooting straight into the sky.

Subsequently, the seven rays of red light converged above Sikong Jing.

A fiery red Demon Dragon materialized, emitting an ear-piercing roar as the Dragon Power pressed down relentlessly.

Boom, boom, boom…

Next, the powerful auras of numerous experts within the Long Night Star Palace emerged as over a hundred figures rushed towards this location.

At the same time, Bai Changwu and Bai Changkong were both stunned.

Every tutor and student on the scene stared, dumbfounded, at Sikong Jing and the fiery red Demon Dragon above him.

It had wings upon its back, and the bones of the wings were like spears!

Right then, Sikong Jing holding Su Yuexi, leaped high, stepping onto the back of the fiery red Demon Dragon.

Although the fiery red Demon Dragon was an energy body left by the power of yesteryear, once assembled, it was as powerful as something substantial, capable of carrying people.

At the same time, over a hundred powerful individuals appeared, surrounding Sikong Jing.

Among them, naturally, was the Palace Master of Long Night Star Palace, Yu Wenxiong, whose foot stomp could shake the Long Night Empire thrice.

He stared blankly at the fiery red Demon Dragon and then at Bai Changwu, asking, “What is going on here?”

“Palace Master, it’s the mischief of this trash with a Spirit Martial Root, and he’s even managed to summon the Fire Bone Battle Dragon,” Bai Changwu quickly recovered and informed Yu Wenxiong of Sikong Jing’s situation, adding, “He was just making excuses earlier, but now we can be sure that he was sent by Tan Yue, deliberately aiming to humiliate Long Night Star Palace.”

After hundreds of years, the Fire Bone Battle Dragon appeared once again; this was like crazily pouring salt on the wounds of Long Night Star Palace.

Yu Wenxiong’s face turned an ashen hue upon hearing these words.

Of course, he also believed Sikong Jing to be Drunk Dragon Tan Yue, perhaps even sent by the entire Long Night Saint Dragon Palace; otherwise, a minor with a Spirit Martial Root, a mere nobody, couldn’t possibly have activated the Fire Bone Battle Dragon Footprint that had lain dormant for hundreds of years.

“Expand the Xingluo Formation to its maximum.

No one outside the Xingluo Palace must learn of this,” Yu Wenxiong ordered sternly.

Humming sounds…

As his command was issued, the surroundings of the entire Long Night Star Palace seemed to launch meteors into the sky, which instantaneously formed a Defense Formation, specifically designed to prevent the energy of the Fire Bone Battle Dragon from escaping.

They couldn’t afford to lose face, especially not to the Long Night Saint Dragon Palace.

Then, Yu Wenxiong said, “The Fire Bone Battle Dragon has only an energy body left, and the one with the Spirit Martial Root is not the same person from those days, no need to worry.”

After instilling confidence in everyone, Yu Wenxiong suddenly rose into the air and stared down at Sikong Jing with a cold gaze, “What method did the Long Night Saint Dragon Palace use to make you detonate the Holy Dragon Footprint?

Answer me and I’ll leave your body intact.”

His tone was domineering, clearly not taking Sikong Jing seriously.

Sikong Jing responded coldly, “I’ll say it again, I don’t know anyone from the Long Night Saint Dragon Palace, and this is my first encounter with Tan Yue.”

“Boy, you dare to quibble?” Bai Changkong roared furiously.

Now, no one believed his words…

Ignoring them, Sikong Jing coldly returned Yu Wenxiong’s stare and said, “You must be the Palace Master of the Long Night Star Palace, right?

I truly wanted to join the Xingluo Palace earnestly, but Bai Changwu and Bai Changkong pressured me over and over again, what do you have to say about that?”

Upon this, Yu Wenxiong replied indifferently, “You don’t deserve to join my Xingluo Palace.”

“It seems you’re all cut from the same cloth.

Then don’t blame me for recreating a scene from hundreds of years ago right here in Xingluo Palace.”

Sikong Jing’s heart turned completely cold.

There wasn’t a single decent person in Xingluo Palace, from top to bottom.

It was the same with the two deans of the Martial Arts Institute, and so it was with the Palace Master as well.

“You, a nobody with a Spirit Martial Root, have no right to utter such wild words.”

As Yu Wenxiong spoke, he extended his hand to press down on Sikong Jing and the Fire Bone Battle Dragon beneath him.

A substantial True Qi formed into a sphere, trapping the latter two within it.

After securing them, Yu Wenxiong’s fingers began to slowly close as he demanded, “Tell me how you drew out the Fire Bone Battle Dragon!”

In an instant, Sikong Jing felt a terrifying pressure around him; although the energy of the Fire Bone Battle Dragon was powerful, the remnants were still merely energy, not a True Dragon.

To recreate a scene from hundreds of years ago was almost impossible.

If he possessed the realm of that powerful individual from hundreds of years ago, perhaps it would be possible, but Sikong Jing had only just reached the Innate Realm.

Taking a deep breath, Sikong Jing murmured, “Yue Xi, today we might meet our end here, my wife.”

Su Yuexi lifted her head, her face bearing a faint smile.

“Brother Jing, I’m not afraid!”

Her voice was still sweet, but now devoid of the panic from before.

Sikong Jing smiled again, “Then let’s leave our mark here in Long Night Star Palace.”

As he spoke, Sikong Jing’s eyes snapped open, and the long spear in his hand burst into towering flames.

He quietly connected with the Fire Bone Battle Dragon beneath his feet, recalling the most powerful strike of the Long Night Saint Dragon Palace’s warrior from years past.

The exact same spear movement appeared in Sikong Jing’s hands.

The Fire Bone Battle Dragon also let out a thunderous roar and charged forth.

A fiery dragon shadow blasted forth from his hands, accompanied by Sikong Jing’s voice, “This is how it is drawn out.”

Boom!

Yu Wenxiong’s surrounding True Qi Shield shattered, and a spear charged with eighty percent of the Fire Bone Battle Dragon’s energy roared out.

In a flash, it reached right in front of Yu Wenxiong…

his face twisted wildly as he launched a punch.