Berserk God of War-Chapter 755: Driven to Madness, Successful Kill

"If your soul scatters, you’ll gain nothing and merely benefit others for no reason."

Pausing, Blood Refining Ancestor looked toward Sikong Jing’s severed left arm, and neutralised his tone, "You’ve lost your left hand, but I can use a secret technique to restore it, as you can see I am currently repairing my own body."

While speaking, he pointed to his healing body and continued...

"Also, you are still young. I can recommend that you go to Cultivate at Imperial Dragon Mountain, guaranteeing your success and prominence."

"You must have heard of Holy Dragon Academy, haven’t you?"

"But that’s just a minor branch of my Imperial Dragon Mountain. Once you become a disciple of Imperial Dragon Mountain, even the Palace Master of the Holy Dragon Academy in East Plain Northern Land must kneel and greet you."

"I can also provide you with a great amount of treasures, making you walk horizontally even in the Central Plains."

In order not to drive Sikong Jing to despair, Blood Refining Ancestor promised a plethora of benefits.

However, Sikong Jing was somewhat surprised, as it turned out the Holy Dragon Academy also had a strong background in the Central Plains, not just the Heavenly Dao Academy.

If it were someone else, faced with such temptation, they would surely be swayed.

Especially the ordinary people of East Plain Northern Land, particularly the students of Holy Dragon Academy, the thought of making the head of the Main Academy kneel to greet them was very stimulating.

But, Blood Refining Ancestor was dealing with Sikong Jing...

Seeing Sikong Jing’s eyes constantly shifting, Blood Refining Ancestor thought he had succeeded and chuckled, "You can become my disciple right now, you are now my Closed-door Disciple."

His expression relaxed, and his tone became condescending.

In the depths of his eyes, murderous intent was still surging, of course.

This little ant also fitting to be his disciple? As soon as he recovered a bit from his injuries, he would devour him whole.

Unfortunately, Sikong Jing didn’t respond, but was instead gathering strength... He suddenly tried to move his left hand and froze, chuckled ruefully, still not used to the image of a one-armed hero.

Blood Refining Ancestor stiffened, realising he hadn’t completely persuaded him, and continued to tempt the small ant.

"Is losing your left hand very uncomfortable?"

"Don’t you still believe that I can perfectly restore your left hand?"

"During my time in this Small Domain, I met a young woman who sincerely wished to become my disciple, so I restored her originally lost arm and even advanced her to the Dao Inquiry Realm."

"As soon as you become my disciple, I will immediately help you ascend to at least the Golden Body Realm."

Sikong Jing was also momentarily stunned upon hearing this. Blood Refining Ancestor had actually still been in the Canglong Small Domain, and took in a woman who lost her arm?

And even advanced her to the Dao Inquiry Realm, whether it was true or not he didn’t know.

Without much thought, Sikong Jing narrowed his eyes, and replied faintly, "But I am from Canglong Small Domain. Your Demon Dragon wanted to devour my friends and family. I went to great lengths to tear off my arm and poison your Demon Dragon to death. I can’t just half-heartedly give up, can I?"

Sikong Jing spoke in an exceedingly calm tone, revealing a fact that could drive Blood Refining Ancestor mad.

"What did you say?"

Indeed, the previously completely composed Blood Refining Ancestor almost spit out a mouthful of fresh blood.

He glared, and after a few breaths, he roared, "Was it you who poisoned my little creature?"

"Yes, I not only poisoned your little creature, I also threw the people from Willow Leaf Saint Manor into your little creature’s mouth, causing both you and Willow Leaf Saint Manor to suffer losses... If I don’t kill you now, wouldn’t my efforts be wasted?"

Sikong Jing’s voice was very slow, yet each word fiercely spiked Blood Refining Ancestor’s emotions.

Spurt...

A mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out, and Blood Refining Ancestor stared deadly at Sikong Jing, too furious to speak.

His entire body, because of extreme anger, started to bleed again...

Meanwhile, Sikong Jing watched the scene as if appreciating it, looking even more evil than Blood Refining Ancestor himself.

"Originally, just one Daoist intent from you could have detected me, but I was just an ant to you, right?"

"So even when you sensed my presence, you still refused to look at me directly, and that’s why you paid such a heavy price."

"That’s right, I even threw a bit of Divine Beast essence blood on you earlier, otherwise you wouldn’t have been bitten so badly."

As Sikong Jing’s final words fell, the Blood Refining Ancestor suddenly vomited blood violently, nearly collapsing completely.

He finally understood why the demon beasts insisted on biting him to death and why that beetle from Willow Leaf Saint Manor had mentioned Divine Beast essence blood. It was all this damned kid’s doing.

Becoming so wretched from start to finish was all done by this tiny ant...

"Aaaaah..."

Thinking of this, the Blood Refining Ancestor howled madly, his voice thunderous.

Now, he didn’t care where Sikong Jing’s Divine Beast essence blood came from and roared furiously, "Son of a bitch, I will kill you."

Having lost his reason, he controlled half of his body and lunged at Sikong Jing.

In that instant, Sikong Jing also moved, shouting lowly, "Blood Devouring Demon Claw."

His right hand instantly transformed into a pitch-black claw, grasping towards the body of the Blood Refining Ancestor as he lunged, sinking fingers deep into the wounds where he had been bitten, with rolling True Qi pouring inside.

Suddenly, the Blood Refining Ancestor’s forward-moving body came to an abrupt halt, and his angry voice turned into a sky-shaking scream.

He was injured too severely, and his body crazily collapsed under the attack of the Demon Claw, because, driven to the brink of rage with not an ounce of defense, this was exactly what Sikong Jing intended to provoke.

By the time the Blood Refining Ancestor realized this issue, it was already too late, he... was not far from death!

With shock and rage intertwined, he tried to break free from Sikong Jing’s Demon Claw but couldn’t muster any strength.

In the end, the Blood Refining Ancestor could only bellow furiously, "You little beast, you go to hell too!"

Terrifying Spiritual Platform Sea Power harshly surged towards Sikong Jing’s Spirit Platform.

The next instant, the Blood Refining Ancestor roared again, "Even if you can kill me, my Spiritual Platform Sea Power will kill you first."

Staring intently at Sikong Jing, he wanted to see Sikong Jing’s Spirit Platform shattered into a tragic state before dying.

However... it didn’t happen!

Sikong Jing gave a slight smile and responded lightly, "Are you sure?"

These three words made the Blood Refining Ancestor stiffen, disbelieving.

Then he sensed something and screamed repeatedly, "Damn it, why did you develop a Spiritual Platform Sea of Consciousness?"

The voice that wanted to murder turned into a ghostly yell, as the Blood Refining Ancestor finally realized that Sikong Jing’s Spirit Platform Consciousness had indeed been developed.

Developing it in the Extraordinary Realm, was this some sort of joke?

And because of Sikong Jing’s development of the Spirit Platform Sea of Consciousness, the already heavily damaged Spiritual Platform Sea Power of the Blood Refining Ancestor had no chance to kill Sikong Jing, and after colliding into it, it was completely extinguished.

At that moment, the Blood Refining Ancestor stared in disbelief, his hair and beard wildly flared, and his body bleeding profusely.

The mighty Blood Refining Ancestor, facing a mere Extraordinary Realm ant, was left with nothing but deep powerlessness.

Sikong Jing replied again, "So you see, with my talent, which force in the Central Plains wouldn’t want me? It seems I don’t need to join one that views ordinary people as ants, right?"

Boom...

As his words ended, the Blood Refining Ancestor’s body also exploded, his head rolling on the ground, eyes filled with reluctance.

He, unexpectedly, died here.

The reason was just to feed a little guy, an act that was supposed to be just tending a small ant hill. Why did it turn out like this?