Berserk God of War-Chapter 83 - 0: The Compound Surname Sikong, Mysterious and Unpredictable

Chapter 83: Chapter 083: The Compound Surname Sikong, Mysterious and Unpredictable ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

Seeing Su Yue Immortal so decisive, Si Jingjing also admired her with a smile, as his long spear roared.

However, he did not fully exert his strength, instead he went on a rampant offensive, restraining Wen Lie to allow Su Yue Immortal to take the lead.

Unknown how much time had passed, or how many swords had been swung, Su Yue Immortal’s sword finally pierced Wen Lie’s heart.

"Substitute, you’re going to die a gruesome death, the young master will slaughter your entire family," Wen Lie said in disbelief before collapsing dead.

Wen Lie never imagined that he would die in such a place, all because of a Flowing Cloud Flying Squirrel.

And what about this man wielding a spear at the Dark Realm Fourth Level? What kind of being was he, and why did Yunye City possess such a genius?

But now he was dead, and there was no point in wanting to know anything more.

"Huff, huff..."

Su Yue Immortal collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.

Suddenly, she thought of something and quickly held the Flowing Cloud Flying Squirrel tight in her embrace, her fingers gripping it firmly.

At that moment, hurried footsteps and loud shouting could be heard from outside the alley; clearly, someone had discovered the fight and was rushing to see it.

In a panic, Su Yue Immortal stood up and said to Sikong Jing, "We must leave quickly..."

Sikong Jing shook his head, pointing at Wen Lie’s body, "If you just leave like this, your organization will surely recognize that this corpse was your handiwork, you’re being too careless."

After speaking, Sikong Jing’s spear sliced through the air, and Wen Lie’s body was suddenly cut in two, his features indistinguishable.

Su Yue Immortal froze, only then realizing that she had made such a careless mistake in her ten-year career as an assassin. Were it not for the man with the double surname Sikong’s reminder, not only she would have died, but her family would have suffered as well...

She took a few more breaths and said deeply to Sikong Jing, "Thank you."

"No need, I just happened to be passing by," he replied.

Sikong Jing shook his head, then his gaze fell on the sword beside Wen Lie’s body. A thought struck him, and he casually drew the sword to himself.

After nodding to Su Yue Immortal, Sikong Jing stuck close to the wall and disappeared stealthily.

Su Yue Immortal stood there dumbfounded, looking at the Flowing Cloud Flying Squirrel in her hands, realizing she owed him again.

But who was he, exactly?

When it came to killing, slaughtering, hunting... or dealing with assassins of Wen Lie’s caliber, his experience was terrifying.

A man with the surname Sikong, ruthless in killing and shrouded in mystery!

Taking a deep breath, Su Yue Immortal vanished on the spot.

Soon, the alley was filled with chaotic noises, but all of that was no longer Su Yue Immortal’s concern.

Carrying the Flowing Cloud Flying Squirrel, she took a detour towards the Su Residence. Suddenly, she stopped in front of a blacksmith shop and once again saw Sikong Jing.

There he was, sleeves rolled up, with a bright smile, holding a hammer and forging Wen Lie’s sword.

He was actually forging a sword!

"Young man, your sword looks pretty good, why are you still forging it?" the blacksmith asked.

Sikong Jing replied with a smile, "This is for my wife, of course it has to be forged a bit more delicately."

Hearing this, Su Yue Immortal trembled slightly, thinking to herself: So he has a wife.

For some reason, her heart felt a hollow ache.

Su Yue Immortal did not go over to greet him, but walked away step by step.

The blacksmith’s voice came again, "Young man, your forging technique looks amazing."

"Haha, just average, I casually learned for three months," Sikong Jing laughed as he replied. Of course his forging technique was powerful; he had exchanged ideas with the strongest craftsman of the Great Shang Dynasty and had studied for three months to improve the weaponry of the Great Shang Army.

Perhaps the weapons he could forge weren’t as good as those made by the craftsman, but they certainly wouldn’t be far off.

But of course, his True Qi was too weak now, and the objects he could forge were not strong enough, and as for this sword... Besides making it more delicate, it was also to avoid trouble by making some modifications.

Who knows what kind of assassin organization that Wen Lie came from, Sikong Jing had no interest in provoking them.

...

Outside Su Zhenglong’s courtyard in the Su Residence, a slender figure in black descended gently.

Su Yue Immortal arrived carrying the Flowing Cloud Flying Squirrel.

"Su Zhenglong, if you knew that the eldest daughter you heartlessly abandoned brought you something that could save your life, would you feel even a twinge of guilt for me?" Su Yue Immortal’s eyes reddened with emotion as she murmured to herself.

Then, she slipped quietly into the courtyard.

Su Yue Immortal leaned against the wall, but the sounds coming from inside were not those of worry, but rather a cheerful conversation.

"Really, why hasn’t Ajing come back yet? It’s already dark."

This was Mei Xiaofang’s voice, and Su Yue Immortal was filled with confusion. Who was Ajing?

"Brother Jing must still have things to do, Mother, if you’re hungry you should eat first."

The voice of her younger sister, Su Yuexi, followed, deepening Su Yue Immortal’s confusion. Brother Jing, said with such affection?

Suddenly, she had an epiphany, perhaps this was Su Yuexi’s man.

"I’m not hungry? That kid is lucky, if I were hungry I’d definitely eat everything." Mei Xiaofang robustly refuted Su Yuexi’s words, yet no sooner had she finished speaking than a rumbling came from her stomach.

On hearing this, Su Yue Immortal couldn’t help but want to laugh. Her mother’s stubbornness hadn’t changed, still refusing to admit she was hungry.

While she was smiling, her heart ached. She was so envious!

At that moment, a deep voice spoke up, "Has Ajing not come back yet? Then let’s wait."

Her heart trembled, Su Yue Immortal took a deep breath, and then stepped away from the wall, slowly walking towards the direction of the main gate.

"Wait for what, I’m hungry, I’ll eat first!"

Just then, Mei Xiaofang, annoyed by the growls from her stomach, picked up her bowl.

But suddenly, Mei Xiaofang froze.

She saw a slender shadow appearing at the main gate.

The shadow was very long, and then a woman in black emerged slowly, her expression icy and detached!

Su Zhenglong and Su Yuexi also stopped in their tracks, looking puzzled at the woman with the ferocious scar on her face.

Bang!

The bowl in Mei Xiaofang’s hands smashed heavily to the ground, tears cascading down like a waterfall, "Yue, Yue Xian!"

Whirr!

A sudden roaring filled Su Zhenglong’s mind, and he leapt to his feet, tears streaming down as he exclaimed, "Yue Xian, you are Yue Xian?"

"Sis, sister..." Su Yuexi covered her mouth, the tears she couldn’t control falling.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment...

"Wow! My Yue Xian, you really came back."

Unable to contain herself any longer, Mei Xiaofang scrambled to the door, crashing into Su Yue Immortal with a heavy embrace.

One collision nearly sent Su Yue Immortal flying off.

Her hands clung desperately to Su Yue Immortal’s back, as if she never wanted to let go for the rest of her life.

Su Yue Immortal trembled all over, stretched out her hands, and finally hugged Mei Xiaofang back, whispering softly, "Mother."

Those two gentle words struck like thunder, and Mei Xiaofang cried out loud, "Yue Xian, Yue Xian..."

At this time, Su Zhenglong, shakily approached, extending his hand towards Su Yue Immortal, "Yue Xian... let your father look at you, your father... is sorry."

As he spoke, he reached out his hand, touching Su Yue Immortal’s face.

It had been ten years since Su Yue Immortal, who had been only nine years old when she left, was barely older than Yuexi!

All of a sudden, Su Yue Immortal’s expression turned cold, and she pushed Mei Xiaofang away, shouting, "Stop right there."

Su Zhenglong’s body trembled, and he stood frozen in his place.