Berserk God of War

As the Wanlu Sect Master spoke those words about being ready to risk his life and die for Qiu Leiyin, the sword in Sikong Jing’s hand paused slightly.

Then his cold voice came out through the frosty mist covering his face...

"You want me to kill you first? Fine, I’ll grant your wish."

His voice rang out icily in all directions, and Sikong Jing’s sword thrust out from his hand without the slightest hesitation, stabbing straight into the Wanlu Sect Master’s heart.

The latter’s eyes bulged; his back teeth chattered "ge-ge" a few times, and then he fell silent on the spot.

With a thud, the Wanlu Sect Master collapsed right there.

Everyone around widened their eyes in unison, and the injured people of Wanlu Sect all cried out together, "Sect Master!"

One by one they stared in disbelief at their Sect Master lying under Sikong Jing’s sword. They were dumbfounded—their Sect Master had actually been killed.

And killed directly, on the Qianwang Holy Tower’s turf.

At this moment, no one noticed that Luo Chunye, who at some point had slipped off Qianwang’s mount, was not shouting or screaming at all. As the Wanlu Sect Master’s disciple, he should have been the most grief‑stricken.

But he wasn’t; Luo Chunye was just staring blankly.

That was extremely abnormal. You had to know, the Wanlu Sect Master’s death could be counted as having been indirectly caused by his drunken rambling.

In any case, no one was paying attention to Luo Chunye’s bizarre reaction. All eyes were still on Sikong Jing, shivering as they stared at the terrifying frost covering his entire body...

At this moment... pfft!

Sikong Jing ruthlessly yanked out his sword again, and with a "bang" sound—

He kicked the Wanlu Sect Master hard with one foot, booting him directly over to Luo Chunye’s side.

Then Sikong Jing looked again at Qiu Leiyin, who stood there stupefied in front of him, and said in a ghastly, chilling tone, "Next, it’s your turn."

His voice was still like a Demon’s. Having killed the Wanlu Sect Master, he was now going to kill Qiu Leiyin.

At the same time, Luo Chunye finally reacted. He violently tore apart the ropes binding him, then lunged forward with a howl, throwing himself onto the Wanlu Sect Master and crying, "Master, Master!"

Though he was shouting like that, the corner of his eye was still fixed straight on Sikong Jing’s back.

In his head, a sentence kept echoing—the words Sikong Jing had spoken to him alone just before he struck at the people of Wanlu Sect.

They were...

"Your master won’t die. But if you want to keep your own life, and keep Wanlu Sect from being wiped out by the Qianwang Holy Tower, and even want to avoid being forced to submit to the Qianwang Saint Sect, then I can only make your master fake his death first."

"Remember, when I pierce your master later, you need to scream miserably..."

Before this, Luo Chunye had been trying to digest the meaning of Sikong Jing’s words. Only when his master was stabbed on the spot, only when his master was kicked over to his side, did Luo Chunye finally react and start howling.

Now of course he understood...

This Frost Sword Demon who had suddenly appeared—killing his master was fake; saving him and Wanlu Sect was real.

As Luo Chunye clutched his master, putting on a show of crying his eyes out...

Qiu Leiyin was facing Sikong Jing. He frantically scooted his butt backward, retreating, then screamed wildly, "Come save me! What are you trash still standing around gawking for? Hurry up and kill this Demon!"

Naturally, he was no longer shouting at the heavily injured people of Wanlu Sect, but at the surrounding courtyards.

Including Brother Zhang’s grandpa, there were quite a few Emperor Realm experts watching right now.

Yet no matter how Qiu Leiyin yelled and screamed, no one moved...

At this moment, Brother Zhang’s grandpa even muttered under his breath, "I wasn’t in this courtyard tonight. I just stepped out."

With that said, Brother Zhang’s grandpa vanished with a flicker.

Save my ass...

This Frost Sword Demon was simply too terrifying. He killed the Wanlu Sect Master just because he said so. Besides, Brother Zhang’s grandpa had no intention of submitting to the Qianwang Holy Tower; he was dying for Qiu Leiyin to hurry up and croak.

But if he didn’t step in to save him, he needed an alibi, otherwise if the Qianwang Holy Tower investigated, it would be trouble.

So Brother Zhang’s grandpa left on the spot, hurrying off to fabricate some alibi.

As for the surrounding courtyards...

Plenty of experts had the same thought as him, all quietly slipping away.

There were also some who wanted to curry favor with the Qianwang Holy Tower, but after seeing the Wanlu Sect Master’s miserable death, they didn’t dare go up.

So they could only run; they could only go forge an alibi, while ordering their disciples and disciples to put on a show and charge forward.

Just like that, including Brother Zhang himself—

The ordinary experts and young geniuses around them all rushed out wildly, putting on the appearance of charging to kill Sikong Jing.

But their footwork was a bit slow.

Sikong Jing, of course, saw all of this clearly.

He smiled faintly, then, without the slightest hesitation, drove his sword straight through Qiu Leiyin, snatching his life in an instant. Frost mist roiled around Sikong Jing, and then he seemed to turn into frost itself and vanish from where he’d stood.

In everyone’s eyes, the Frost Sword Demon was gone, and only then...

Did Brother Zhang and the others around him finally dare to openly accelerate and dash forward madly, each of them putting on a show as they shouted, "Lord Qiu!"

Since the Frost Knight was already gone, they naturally had to fight for a chance to show their loyalty; of course they had to accelerate and rush ahead.

Of course they then had to put on a bout of weeping over Qiu Leiyin, sobbing and wailing. Only that way could they ensure they wouldn’t be blamed by the Qianwang Holy Tower.

Shortly afterward... swish, swish, swish!

The strong cultivators of each sect and faction who had just left also finished fabricating their alibis and came back, rushing in a group to Qiu Leiyin’s corpse, each of them crying out in grief...

"Lord Qiu, this old man came one step too late—how could you just die like this?"

"Damn it, who killed Lord Qiu?"

"Someone actually dared cause trouble in the Qianwang Holy Tower—intolerable! I’ll definitely avenge Lord Qiu’s blood!"

Including Brother Zhang’s grandpa, all the sect powerhouses were beating their chests and stamping their feet, furiously cursing the killer, but each one emphasized, as he cursed, that he’d arrived one step too late.

Some of them were genuinely enraged, while others were secretly delighted.

Brother Zhang’s grandpa was one of the secretly delighted ones. Only when he looked at the lifeless Wanlu Sect Master did he sigh inwardly. The Frost Demon, who knew where he’d come from—very likely a remnant of Overlord Commerce or Su Old Demon.

But he’d really misunderstood. He’d really killed the wrong person.

The Wanlu Sect Master had truly been forced into a corner to fight him to the death; Wanlu Sect really wasn’t the Qianwang Holy Tower’s dog.

Of course, Brother Zhang’s grandpa hated the Qianwang Holy Tower even more. If not for their high‑pressure coercion, if not for their petty vindictiveness that made them want to raise hell over one drunken sentence from Luo Chunye, the Wanlu Sect Master wouldn’t have died.

He was even more struck by how cruel this world was...

Elsewhere, the Beiming Hanshan disciples hidden in the shadows of the street had already gathered at some point. They had previously been separately watching Sikong Jing, but now they’d all converged.

In front of the Wanlu Sect’s courtyard, no one knew who the Frost Sword Demon was—but the Beiming Hanshan disciples knew perfectly well.

At this moment, one of the Beiming Hanshan disciples spoke in a trembling voice, "We... we seem to have to rush out and say it—the Frost Sword Demon is Sikong Buwang. We have to report him."