Berserk God of War-Chapter 1557: World-Shocking—Strong Control Over Emperor Martial Stage
The onlookers exchanged glances, staring intently at the suddenly appearing Pei Feie, then turned to Sikong Jing, who was still leaning against the courtyard gatepost. Did he have any chance of survival this time?
Once he falls into Pei Feie’s hands, should we join forces to seize him and the treasure?
But right now, Sikong Jing seemed very peculiar. Pei Feie had already appeared; why was he still sitting motionless?
Was he unafraid of death, or did he think he stood no chance against the power and was ready to accept his fate?
Boom...
Just as the onlookers were uncertain and suspicious, Pei Feie erupted with a wild aura aimed at Sikong Jing, who remained seated.
The pressure was so overwhelming that the spectators couldn’t help but retreat continuously...
But oddly enough, Sikong Jing remained seated, completely ignoring Pei Feie’s frenzied aura.
Finally, as Pei Feie approached step by step, Sikong Jing stood up, gently holding the Overlord Battle King Spear, expressionlessly facing Pei Feie’s aura, entirely ignoring the peak might of the third realm of the Emperor Martial Stage.
"Sikong the little beast, no matter how you pretend now, you cannot escape death."
"Die for me!"
In Pei Feie’s eyes, Sikong Jing was merely feigning calmness.
Having no words for Sikong Jing, Pei Feie crazily focused on just one thing... kill, kill, kill.
As soon as he finished speaking, a violent punch blasted from his hand.
In that moment, the sky was obscured, the punching force like divine might crashing toward Sikong Jing.
Again, the people around retreated continuously...
Above, Duanmu Chun and Cang Lin’s hearts were in their throats.
Gong Ying and other confidants of East Dominator twisted their faces, murmuring, "Die, quickly die!"
With a thunderous sound, the punching force instantly engulfed Sikong Jing.
It smashed heavily into the courtyard behind Sikong Jing, pulverizing it into debris, the force sweeping across.
In an instant, it collided with the East Dominator Courtyard’s great array behind the courtyard, shattering it into nothingness!
In the end, only potent True Qi lingered dispersing in the air.
Everyone’s eyes were fixed on where Sikong Jing had been... the courtyard was gone, leaving only a battle flag connected with the great array, still inserted in the ground, swaying in the wind.
Sikong Jing was also gone, eyes turned towards the East Dominator Courtyard at the back, yet still could not locate Sikong Jing.
"Was he directly blasted to pieces by the punching force?" someone whispered, eyes unblinking.
Someone nodded, responding, "Of course he turned to dust, no one at the Spirit Martial Stage could withstand Pei Feie’s strength."
But some shook their heads frantically, "No, even if Sikong Jing was blasted to smithereens, his Ultimate Emperor Weapon would surely still be there."
Upon hearing this, everyone was startled, desperately searching for Sikong Jing once more.
"He’s up there..."
Finally, someone exclaimed, and everyone simultaneously looked upwards.
There, Sikong Jing levitated in the air above the original courtyard, still holding the Overlord Battle King Spear, face expressionless.
"He actually evaded without being shocked by Pei Feie’s terrifying Spiritual Platform Power."
"How did he do it, a Spirit Martial Stage should be immobile, encountering Emperor Martial Stage expert’s pressure and Spiritual Platform Power."
The surrounding crowd exclaimed repeatedly, unaware that Sikong Jing’s Spiritual Shadow had reached the formidable Heavenly King Realm, and he possessed dual Spiritual Shadows, more importantly... the Master of Ten Thousand Beasts could ignore any pressure!
At this moment, Pei Feie naturally also noticed Sikong Jing.
He laughed fiercely, "So what if you dodged once? You can’t evade a second time, take my myriad punches..."
After speaking, Pei Feie locked onto Sikong Jing again, his fists surging with True Qi.
But just then, below Sikong Jing, a "buzz" sounded, and a complex black Soldier Mark emerged, the mark instantly landing on the surrounding onlookers, stunning them.
"Soldier Killing Array? What does he want to do?"
"He’s connecting us with Soldier Marks, does he want to forcefully control us?"
"Ridiculous, how could we let him control us?"
"Damn it, I can’t control my own True Qi."
The murmuring arose among the onlookers, from initial doubt about Sikong Jing’s Soldier Killing Pattern to their scoffing at his attempt to connect to them with the Soldier Marks, and finally...
Among the crowd, some already couldn’t control their True Qi anymore.
Their True Qi had been forcefully commandeered!
Amidst voices struggling to control their True Qi, Sikong Jing finally said calmly in midair, "Forced control of troops, Hundred Dominating Souls Emperor Martial Stage Soldier Killing Formation, Dark Wing Black Burning Sword Shape... kill!"
Boom...
As Pei Feie executed his myriad punch blasts, sealing all directions Sikong Jing could evade, Sikong Jing’s Soldier Marks extracted True Qi from the surrounding hundred ordinary Emperor Martial Stage experts he had forcibly controlled...
Then, before him, evolved a terrifyingly massive Dark Winged Dragon Eagle.
The dragon eagle transformed into a burning black sword, with flaming wings, violently hurtling toward the myriad punches.
The Dark Wing Sword Shape pierced through...
The myriad punches instantly disintegrated, yet the Dark Wing Sword Shape remained intact, having united the strength of a hundred Emperor Martial Stage experts!
Passing through the myriad punches, the burning Dark Wing Sword Shape then pierced through Pei Feie’s body, ultimately pausing behind Pei Feie and vanishing, while Pei Feie’s expression froze in that instant.
Then... ah!
A miserable scream echoed to the heavens, as his body began to burn uncontrollably, ceasing merely three breaths later.
Lastly, his body completely turned to ashes, scattering to the ground.
Bang, bang, bang, bang...
As Pei Feie turned to ashes, the Soldier Marks beneath Sikong Jing’s feet abruptly fractured open, the surrounding Emperor Martial Stage experts finally breaking free from Sikong Jing’s mark constraints.
Pff...
At that instant, Sikong Jing, still standing in midair, lightly spat a mouthful of fresh blood.
Then, he wiped his mouth and looked towards the onlookers below, smiling, "It seems I can only maintain forced control of soldiers briefly; once you break free, the backlash injured me slightly internally."
Sikong Jing’s voice clearly resounded in the ears of the entire audience.
At that moment, the scene was dead silent.
Many were bewildered, but one thing was clear: Sikong Jing had just enacted forced control over a hundred Emperor Martial Stage warriors among them, forming an Emperor Level Hundred Dominating Souls Soldier Killing Array.
And he managed only to control them briefly, breaking free after just an instant, but it was enough.
He had already vanquished the seemingly invincible Pei Feie.
"Using Emperor Martial Stage experts like mere soldiers to forcibly control, I could go insane."
"That he can exercise forced control is one thing, but to forcibly control Emperor Martial Stage, is that really possible for a human?"
These were thoughts of those not subject to forced control observing...
"I, damn it, was actually controlled as a mere soldier by a Spirit Martial Stage kid, and was forcibly controlled for two breaths?"
"Was it because I was unprepared, or would I have been controlled regardless?"
Such were the thoughts of the hundred Emperor Martial Stage experts who had been controlled, feeling deeply humiliated.
It was disgraceful enough to be unable to defeat the opponent, but being used as mere soldiers would be a laughingstock if word got out.
