Berserk God of War

In the midst of understanding, amidst the slaughter... Splat!

The newly formed space meridians sprouted two more branches at this moment, and they would open more and more as Sikong Jing’s understanding of space deepened. Now that Sikong Jing had gotten started, he could follow through naturally.

Now he suddenly lifted his head and launched a full-on assault.

Boom boom boom...

One after another, those in the Venerable Realm fell under Sikong Jing’s sword, entire swathes of people below the Venerable were slain with a single stroke.

Surrounded, Sikong Jing seemed like a Demon God, killing relentlessly...

"It’s your turn, Fourth Realm of Venerable." Sikong Jing suddenly spoke coldly and struck quickly to the front of the Fourth Realm of Venerable.

Instantly, the Fourth Realm of Venerable’s courage shattered.

Feeling the killing intent from Sikong Jing, he shouted repeatedly, "Don’t kill me, I now choose to support Overlord Commerce."

As he spoke, Sikong Jing’s sword paused in front of him, then he laughed and said, "Alright, then shout towards the Holy Craftsman Mountain... Holy Craftsman Mountain is trash, aligning with Qianwang Holy Tower is utterly deserving of death, you want to support Overlord Commerce."

With Sikong Jing’s words, the expression of the Fourth Realm of Venerable froze on the spot, how could he possibly say such things.

He merely said he would change his allegiance to Overlord Commerce to save his life, but of course, in his heart, it was impossible.

Hesitating... Splurt!

A sword pierced through his forehead, endless darkness loomed, and in his ears came Sikong Jing’s voice, "No sincerity, death!"

With Sikong Jing’s demon-like voice, this Fourth Realm of Venerable expert died on the spot.

Then, Sikong Jing launched another assault...

Finally, all present were scared witless by him, they began to panic and flee in all directions, roaring in their mouths, "Demon Master Sikong is truly a Great Demon, we can’t beat him, let’s flee quickly!"

In their escape, they did not forget to label Sikong Jing as a demon.

And then, of course, there was the voice of the Holy Craftsman Seventh Elder shouting, "No one is allowed to flee, our Mountain Master will arrive soon."

Damn you...

By the time your Mountain Master arrives, we’ll all be dead, Demon Master Sikong’s speed in killing is simply insane.

Of course, no one paid attention to the Seventh Elder.

And just as the Seventh Elder was venting his frustrations and screaming nonsensically, suddenly... Ah!

He too let out a wretched cry, suddenly realizing that Sikong Jing had, unbeknownst to him, already stood before him.

Sikong Jing’s sword had also pierced through his heart...

"You..."

The Holy Craftsman Seventh Elder spat blood from his mouth due to the sword in his heart.

He wanted to say something, but Sikong Jing immediately withdrew the sword and sent him flying, saying indifferently, "I’m not in the mood to listen to your death threats, your Mountain Master is coming soon, I have to leave quickly too."

Finishing, Sikong Jing looked up... Boom!

He swung his sword to the sky, blasting the strongest among them, the Venerable Fifth Realm, away.

The latter hadn’t fled just now, hesitating on whether to continue attacking Sikong Jing, and then he was blasted away by Sikong Jing who had just killed the Seventh Elder, letting out a harsh "Wow."

Then, he heavily crashed into the distant lake, uncertain of life and death.

And Sikong Jing naturally did not confirm if he was dead or alive, at this moment, he suddenly stopped, not pursuing those fleeing around him.

At this moment, those around were either dead or had fled...

On the central island, apart from him and Fu Miaoling, there were no other living people.

Suddenly, the motionless Sikong Jing turned his head to look at the still-playing Fu Miaoling, saying, "I am not Qianwang’s Envoy."

Upon hearing this, Fu Miaoling instinctively paused her playing...

She stared straight at Sikong Jing, unsure of what to say, and for a moment, apart from the pervasive smell of blood and the distant sounds of fear towards Demon Master Sikong, there was only an incredibly eerie silence.

After two breaths, Sikong Jing spoke again, "Thank you for playing me a piece all night, now I must leave too."

At this time, a terrifying aura of the Emperor from the direction of Holy Craftsman Mountain was approaching fast.

With these words, Fu Miaoling was violently shaken and instinctively asked, "Can you take me with you?"

Upon hearing this, Sikong Jing hesitated for a moment, then shook his head, "Taking just you is certainly not a problem, but can you abandon the people of the Fu Family?"

Instantly, Fu Miaoling’s mouth opened wide, her face gradually darkened.

She of course couldn’t let go, those were merely words she said without thinking, she truly, truly wanted to leave this Hell.

For her, Holy Craftsman Mountain was a terrifying Hell.

Sikong Jing of course understood what Fu Miaoling was thinking, and he did not probe further, instead sincerely saying, "Thank you again for playing me the Stringless Song all night, and playing a final piece that gave me so much."

Sikong Jing’s voice was filled with sincerity, expressing his heartfelt thanks.

Although now he could only perform a small space folding for a moment, it was indeed Fu Miaoling who inspired him and led him to the threshold of understanding space.

Regarding this, Fu Miaoling did not overthink, merely believing Sikong Jing’s thanks were due to her playing all night being too laborious.

Her mind was filled with other things...

So she asked somewhat excitedly, "Can you save my Fu Family? You came here, presumably to obtain the secret of the Mechanical Messenger Bird, if you take us all away, I can craft you the fastest Mechanical Messenger Bird."

She still wanted to fight for this, regardless of others calling Sikong Jing a demon, she just felt Sikong Jing was more trustworthy.

However, Sikong Jing still shook his head...

"Actually, I owe you an apology, I listened to the song all night because... I’ve already learned it."

At these words, Fu Miaoling was momentarily dumbfounded, not understanding what it meant.

The next moment... Buzz!

A stone rose beneath Sikong Jing’s foot, then bounced in Fu Miaoling’s direction, its speed not very fast, yet it folded space once between the two before landing in front of Fu Miaoling.

This scene once again sent shivers through Fu Miaoling’s body, she was in disbelief as she stared at Sikong Jing.

Her mind suddenly buzzed endlessly, she finally understood why Sikong Jing insisted on listening to her play, he was actually learning the method of space folding, and had already mastered it in two hours’ time.

This was simply... too monstrous.

To know, the You Family of Holy Craftsman Mountain hadn’t learned it in three hundred years.

The next instant, Fu Miaoling’s face suddenly turned pale: "So now, you no longer need our Fu Family?"

Her greatest chip and value lay in the secret of the Mechanical Messenger Bird, and since Sikong Jing had already learned it, he naturally no longer needed her.

How could there still be hope of saving her Fu Family then?

At this realization, Fu Miaoling’s emotions grew more and more intense, even her mood began to collapse, tears uncontrollably falling.

Is this cruel fate truly destined for the Holy Craftsman Fu Family?

Seeing the trembling Fu Miaoling, Sikong Jing quickly replied, "It’s not about need or not, since you helped me comprehend such a crucial power, I owe you a favor, possibly even a significant one."

"So I will certainly save your Fu Family, but now is not the right time."

"Moreover, to save you, of course, we must save your brother too."