Berserk God of War-Chapter 715: From Joy to Sorrow, the Wangyou Sect Submits

Chapter 715: Chapter 715: From Joy to Sorrow, the Wangyou Sect Submits

Even those from the Wangyou Sect who were resisting the suppression of the Long Night Black Burning Army halted, staring at Sikong Ling in disbelief.

Because their Young Sect Master had once again unleashed True Qi, and it was still the True Qi of the Extraordinary Third Realm.

She had not suffered a cultivation setback!

At that moment, Sikong Jing also slowly removed his Dark Wing Mask, replying, "Even I’m not as good as you, having to don a mask to continue the act, otherwise I really feared I wouldn’t be able to contain myself from revealing the truth before witnessing Yan Ruyu’s clownish display."

The crowd was stunned once more; he too was acting... What exactly was going on?

What exactly were these siblings up to?

Meanwhile, Yan Ruyu, who had been knocked to the ground, looked at Sikong Ling and then Sikong Jing: "You, you...

Suddenly, Sikong Jing lifted his foot and brutally stomped on Yan Ruyu, saying, "Ling’er and I have recognized each other long ago, and I had already solved the problem with her cultivation setback. It’s just that the Wangyou Sect didn’t know about it yet."

Hum...

The moment these words were spoken, Yan Ruyu felt as though thunder was roaring in her ears, almost causing her to spew out blood.

At the same time, everyone from the Wangyou Sect also wore expressions of disbelief.

After quite a while, Yan Ruyu started shaking her head frantically: "Impossible, impossible..."

Just then, Ning Jingjing delivered a severe blow: "Sorry, our 66th Army has also been aware of this all along. Just now, we all put on a show just to go along with you, genuinely fearing that we might accidentally fail to carry on with the act."

After speaking, members of the 66th Army also removed their masks one by one, each with a smile on their face.

A reversal, a huge reversal indeed!

The whole area became chillingly cold, and people from both sides were left speechless, their mouths twitching.

The old face of Beigong Xianfeng was especially stiff, damn it, just now he was almost scared to death.

"Do you know why I acted? It wasn’t to strike at you, but to take this opportunity to suppress the people of the Wangyou Sect."

"After all, my sister, the Young Sect Master, needs to be recognized fully and legitimately as their official Sect Master."

Sikong Jing, ignoring the surrounding shock, continued to stare at Yan Ruyu under his foot: "In other words, you indirectly helped me suppress the people of the Wangyou Sect, and indirectly helped my sister conquer the entire Wangyou Sect."

If it weren’t for Yan Ruyu’s trick, Commander Cheng’s Long Night White Flame Army would not have easily allowed Beigong Xianfeng’s forty legions to break away from the battle, nor would it have unsettled the Daoist Heart of the elders such as the Second Elder.

It wouldn’t have been as simple as it is now, to suppress all the experts of the Wangyou Sect.

Realizing the crux of it all, Yan Ruyu spat out a mouthful of blood furiously, her whole body shaking as she stared at Sikong Jing, feeling the world spin around her.

However, before she could gather her senses, slap slap slap... Sikong Ling’s figure had already flashed over, landing a series of ruthless slaps on Yan Ruyu.

Only after venting her hatred did she turn to face the suppressed people of the Wangyou Sect, speaking coldly.

"Second Elder, esteemed uncles and elders..."

"I have come to understand everything my master did, and also recognized my brother. He has also helped me resolve the issue of the Supreme Forget Love Technique’s cultivation setback. Now I have only one question for you, do you still wish to kill my brother?"

In an instant, the masters of the Wangyou Sect trembled all over, their mouths gaping open.

"Now, I’m giving you a chance to live."

"Continue to acknowledge me as your Young Sect Master and sincerely apologize to my brother, I will let bygones be bygones. Otherwise... there will be no mercy."

As the words fell, the Absolute Night Nianqing Technique within Sikong Ling’s body burst forth, pressing down hard on the Second Elder and the others, which in their eyes, still appeared as the aura of the Supreme Forget Love Technique.

The members of the Wangyou Sect looked at one another, ultimately turning their gaze to the Second Elder who led them.

The corners of the Second Elder’s mouth twitched slightly, and it took her a good while to digest everything she had witnessed. Finally, she let out a long sigh and said, "Since the Young Sect Master is not in danger of disrupting her cultivation, she naturally remains the Young Sect Master of our Wangyou Sect."

An old woman replied upon hearing this, "Wang Ge, you are now the future Sect Master."

A second old woman added, "The Young Sect Master’s brother is, of course, an honored guest of our Wangyou Sect, and we are willing to apologize."

Following the words of the three old women, one after another, the Wangyou Sect experts lowered their proud heads.

They had not cultivated the Supreme Forget Love Technique, and thus could not achieve absolute heartlessness.

At the same time, they were now suppressed. If they dared to utter a word of dissent, they would undoubtedly face death, for the Young Sect Master’s Daoist Heart was resolute; she would never leave any threat to her brother uneliminated.

Most importantly, their Young Sect Master was still enveloped in the aura of the Supreme Forget Love Technique without any sign of cultivation disruption.

On that account alone, they had to acknowledge her authority.

As for Sikong Jing, he could see that the Second Elder and the others had truly submitted, so he ordered the Long Night Black Burning Army to withdraw the Black Burning Sword Net and release all members of the Wangyou Sect.

They walked out one by one, coming to stand behind Sikong Ling, wanting to say something but ultimately unable to speak.

At that moment, Sikong Ling suddenly spoke earnestly, "Brother, I’ve heard that the Long Night Saint Dragon Palace is in danger. I will now lead the Wangyou Sect to reinforce them and ensure our sister-in-law’s absolute safety."

After speaking, she turned to the Second Elder and asked, "I’m going to confront the Heavenly Dao Academy at the Long Night Saint Dragon Palace now, is there a problem?"

The Second Elder opened her mouth but eventually nodded, her voice hoarse as she said, "The Young Sect Master’s orders are the Wangyou Sect’s only command."

Sikong Jing also nodded, "Be careful, brother will follow shortly."

With a beaming smile, Sikong Ling waved at the Wangyou Sect members and then mounted the Ice Soul Cold Eagle to dash toward the Long Night Saint Dragon Palace.

After watching the departure of the Wangyou Sect and others, the cold wind still raged furiously within the Imperial Palace.

Everyone fell silent, having never anticipated the turn of events to be what they were now, while Ji Tan’s party trembled, their faces pale, until Ji Tan cried out frantically, "Commander Cheng, quickly, escort me out of the city."

He knew the tide had turned and his only escape now was to rely on the power of Cheng Yusu’s Long Night White Flame Army.

"Big brother, where are you going?"

However, just then, all the princes with their experts emerged, completely encircling Ji Tan.

Ji Tan’s face drained of color as he roared fearfully, "You trash, get out of my way."

None of the princes paid him any heed, with the Second Prince even looking at his younger brothers with a sinister tone, "Brothers, it’s time for us to compete. Let’s agree that whoever kills Ji Tan will ascend to the throne. How about it?"

A gleam appeared in each prince’s eyes as they warily watched each other.

They all now had an opportunity, and slaying Ji Tan could very likely secure them the throne.

Of course, figures like Beigong Xianfeng and Sikong Jing were also key; their support would directly influence who would take the throne. It was imperative to show them that one had the capacity to deserve it.

At the same time, the ministers also felt tense, their future shrouded in uncertainty.

"I’m not dead yet, and you’re already thinking of ascending to the throne?"

While the princes were harboring their own schemes, an indifferent voice rang out.

Instantly, the entire place, save for Sikong Jing, was mentally shaken. The princes in their excitement had their mouths fall agape en masse, with the Second Prince almost slapping himself in the face.

They all saw that their emperor father was still alive, striding forward under the guard of the eunuchs.

Damn it, what the hell was Ji Tan doing?