Berserk God of War-Chapter 1566: Can’t Kill, It’s For Your Own Good
"Say something you love to hear, leaving you means death, not leaving you also means death..."
"Then of course I’ll take you to be buried with me."
Sikong Jing’s voice echoed through the venue as he advanced step by step, everyone nodded secretly.
Indeed, Sikong Jing had offended the Qianwang Holy Tower and was almost certainly doomed, so he clearly didn’t need to spare Pei Yuzheng.
If he directly took him out, maybe there would still be time to escape.
And Pei Yuzheng suddenly understood Sikong Jing’s intentions, his mouth opened wide in greater fear, as now it seemed there was only one way for him to survive, to promise and swear not to retaliate against Sikong Jing.
But if he made this oath, where would the dignity of the Young Master Qianwang be?
Thump, thump, thump...
Sikong Jing drew closer and closer.
The sound of footsteps made Pei Yuzheng tremble all over, finally the fear of death overwhelmed his pride, he suddenly growled lowly: "Don’t kill me... I swear, I will never retaliate against you afterward."
When these words came out, Pei Yuzheng was almost about to explode from suppressed frustration.
At this instant, Sikong Jing also stopped in his tracks, squinting to glare at Pei Yuzheng.
This vow made Sikong Jing slightly hesitant.
Since Pei Yuzheng had sworn in front of so many people, killing him now would bring trouble to Duanmu Chun and Venerable Ba Lian, among others, and give the Qianwang Holy Tower a big reason to go on a crazy retaliation.
So, should he kill or not?
Boom...
Just as Sikong Jing hesitated, suddenly an elderly figure descended from the sky.
It was none other than Chang Ao, the president of the Hanluan City Soldier Formation Master Guild.
Everyone froze, astounded that President Chang Ao had broken the rules and entered the contested battlefield?
But, since the formation was almost entirely presided over and arranged by him, it wasn’t surprising that Chang Ao could come in with ease.
And at this moment, what was Chang Ao here to do?
All eyes turned to Pei Yuzheng, fearing it was a rescue mission.
At the same time, everyone in the sky froze as well.
No one expected Chang Ao to enter the battlefield now, except the cold gleam in the eyes of the Qianwang Holy Tower’s venerable.
At this moment, facing Chang Ao, Sikong Jing showed no change in demeanor and asked, "President Chang, any advice?"
As he spoke, a hint of cold light flashed in Sikong Jing’s eyes, as he had already guessed why Chang Ao would suddenly descend onto the battlefield, although it wasn’t overly surprising to him, he had some anticipation in his heart.
Sure enough, under the gaze of the crowd, Chang Ao bluntly said, "Sikong Jing, you cannot kill Young Master Pei."
At these words, the entire place fell into utter silence.
Without thinking, Sikong Jing asked, "President Chang, is there any rule violation if I kill Pei Yuzheng?"
"Not at all." Chang Ao shook his head grimly.
Shrugging, Sikong Jing asked again, "Then why can’t I kill? Could it be that President Chang is also a defector of the Qianwang Holy Tower?"
In fact, although Chang Ao had always acted quite fairly, since Pei Yuzheng’s initial appearance, he had subtly leaned toward the Qianwang Holy Tower, which Sikong Jing could obviously discern.
So, when attempting to kill Pei Yuzheng, he had thought someone might come down to stop him; he just hadn’t expected Chang Ao to be so direct.
With Sikong Jing’s query, countless gazes also fixated on Chang Ao, eager to know the answer.
If even the president of the Soldier Formation Master Guild was a Qianwang Holy Tower’s defector, it would be truly terrifying.
In response, Chang Ao’s expression slightly stiffened, but he still shook his head and coldly stated, "Of course not, I am stopping you for your own good, for the sake of your family and friends, Young Master Pei cannot be killed."
Chang Ao denied being a Qianwang defector, and then pompously advised Sikong Jing.
Yet, many people didn’t quite believe his denial, and the honorably titled president of the Hanluan Soldier Formation Master Guild, really for Sikong Jing’s good?
He must either have defected to the Qianwang Holy Tower, or coveted Sikong Jing’s Domineering Soul Inheritance.
Sikong Jing raised an eyebrow again, asking, "Oh? So President Chang means that he can kill me, but I cannot kill him?"
His words were increasingly impolite, with a hint of accusation.
And unexpectedly, Chang Ao nodded, very directly replying: "Yes, you cannot equate to Young Master Pei in background or anything else, that is reality."
Perhaps this was the reality, but his words left many people greatly uncomfortable.
Originally, even as a host, Chang Ao couldn’t enter the battlefield, yet he not only came in but intervened directly like this.
"Hahaha..."
Just as Chang Ao’s words fell, Pei Yuzheng suddenly laughed out loud...
"Yes, you can’t kill me."
"And I can destroy your family, your friends, everything you have."
His voice, from pleading and swearing, suddenly turned arrogant!
Seeing this, Sikong Jing also smiled at Pei Yuzheng, questioning again: "Young Master Pei, seemingly you’ve just sworn, haven’t you?"
As these words came out, everyone turned to Pei Yuzheng.
He had just sworn that as long as he was spared, he wouldn’t retaliate against Sikong Jing, now he seemed to be going back on his word?
Indeed, Pei Yuzheng laughed again and said, "What did I swear? Did I really swear something? Did any of you hear that?"
He outright denied it, for Chang Ao really was a Qianwang Holy Tower defector.
And now that Chang Ao had entered the battlefield, he certainly had no fear of Sikong Jing making any move against him, hence his arrogance surged once more.
In the vicinity, naturally, no one dared to prove he had sworn, as they still feared drawing trouble.
So, after scanning the room, Pei Yuzheng said word by word to Sikong Jing...
"See?"
"No one heard me swear anything, in short, you can’t lay a finger on me, and I can act against you."
"Now, you should kneel down and beg me to spare you.
As he said this, a cold smile spread through his eyes, aware that no one in Hanluan City would dare act as a witness, thus he wasn’t afraid.
So, he arrogantly denied any oath.
At the same time, Chang Ao spoke again: "Sikong Jing, I do everything for your own good, do not ignore my advice."
Behind Sikong Jing, the folks from Yao Residence and Canggu clenched their fists tightly.
Chang Ao was clearly trying to protect Pei Yuzheng, despite the latter openly threatening Sikong Jing, yet still claimed it was for Sikong Jing’s good?
Obviously, Chang Ao was leveraging his status to also threaten Sikong Jing.
At this moment, Sikong Jing didn’t respond, he subtly raised his head, gazing at the Four Great Devils not far from Pei Yuzheng, subtly signaling them, and then slow-turning around without saying a word...
Around them, gazes froze!
People suppressed secretly in their hearts, Sikong Jing ultimately didn’t dare.
Chang Ao, on the other hand, coldly smirked as he stared at Sikong Jing’s back. At least the kid knows to advance or retreat; if he foolishly attempted to act against Pei Yuzheng, he’d have to do something.
Even if he’s cursed and berated, saving Pei Yuzheng was imperative.
"Ha, hahaha..."
Pei Yuzheng meanwhile laughed wildly in triumph: "Sikong the little beast, that’s the difference between you and me."
As the words just fell, he suddenly froze...
Because without responding, the Old Ironsmith suddenly extended his foot, and in a moment where Pei Yuzheng hadn’t yet reacted, kicked him fiercely right in the rump, causing him to scream and fly in Sikong Jing’s direction, amidst all people’s unexpected gasps.
He flew right over Chang Ao’s head...
And in a moment where Chang Ao also hadn’t responded yet, Sikong Jing, who had originally turned around, abruptly whipped back, spearing forward... A thud echoed, as the spearhead pierced into Pei Yuzheng’s chest.
Blood spurted wildly as the spearhead penetrated through Pei Yuzheng’s body, hanging him whole on the spear.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment!
Whew...
A gust of fierce wind howled past, leaving the entire venue, except the Four Great Devils and Sikong Jing, in frozen expressions.
