Berserk God of War

At this moment, all the elderly and children in the audience widened their eyes.

Then, one by one, they began to roar in unison: "No, put Lord Golden Cold Divine Sparrow back, put it back immediately."

"Bastard, villain, you can't touch our Lord Divine Sparrow."

"Grandma, is this person a big bad guy?"

"Lao Chun, you treacherous dog, hurry up and snatch back Lord Divine Sparrow."

The various voices throughout the venue rumbled towards the sky, each one sobbing and wailing. If Master Wuji was the god they worshipped in life, then Golden Cold Divine Sparrow was their true deity in death.

Golden Cold Divine Sparrow was the faith of the Lingque Clan, an existence that no one could touch or trample upon.

And Lao Chun was also stunned and quickly asked, "Lord An Xiao, why did you take away our Lord Divine Sparrow?"

An Xiao's eyes narrowed slightly, a cold smile in his heart: The Emperor Martial Peak demon beast corpse, and it is the exceptionally precious Golden Cold Divine Sparrow, with even its meridians intact; only a fool wouldn't take it away.

One should know that even the Qianwang Holy Tower doesn't have something like this.

But on the surface, he replied, "If we don't take it away, how can we custom-tailor a systemized cultivation technique for you?"

Hearing this, Lao Chun breathed a long sigh of relief and laughed, saying, "I see."

Indeed, how could the dignified Qianwang Holy Tower possibly want their Lord Divine Sparrow, this is just a temporary borrowing.

An Xiao nodded and laughed gently again, "Rest assured, what I promised you will be fulfilled. After our Qianwang Holy Tower crafts the cultivation method, the remains of the Golden Cold Divine Sparrow will be returned to you..."

But he silently added two words in his mind... as if.

Upon hearing this, Lao Chun laughed even more happily, stroking his old beard with countless thanks.

However, the elderly around trembled, pointing at Lao Chun, and an elderly man, almost unable to move, roared with effort, "Lao Chun, you are insane, you actually believe these beasts' words."

As soon as he finished speaking... slap!

One of the black-clothed men surrounding the weak elderly and children among the Lingque Clan flashed and rushed over, immediately slapping the elderly man's face hard, sending him flying while saying, "Courting death, daring to curse us as beasts."

Seeing this, the elders shouted in succession: "Old Wen..."

"Grandpa Old Wen..."

The children cried out as well, and one slightly older boy shouted, "You beasts, Grandpa Old Wen is already so seriously ill, and yet you hit him."

Slap!

Just after this boy finished speaking, he was greeted with another resounding slap.

It was the same black-clothed man who had just slapped Old Wen away. He sneered, "Little fellow, you can't curse people from our Qianwang Holy Tower."

At this point, the cries around became even more tragic...

And Lao Chun was somewhat dazed, looking subconsciously towards An Xiao, saying, "Lord An Xiao, isn't this a bit too much?"

An Xiao shrugged, a smile covering his face.

"People from our Qianwang Holy Tower absolutely cannot be cursed, and those who curse must be taught a lesson."

"But rest assured, we have no intention of killing for now. Suppose Qi Wuji holds your Life Lamp and discovers that the people inside the Secret Realm are dying one by one, our plan would be doomed."

"So, someone, keep that old geezer alive."

Upon An Xiao's last words, a black-clothed man quickly stepped forward to keep Old Wen alive.

And Lao Chun was once again stunned, asking, "No intention to kill for now, so..."

"Haha, I misspoke."

An Xiao laughed heartily upon hearing this, saying, "Not for now, not for now..."

He casually brushed it off; whether Lao Chun believed it didn't matter anymore. Keeping Lao Chun alive was just amusing, and perhaps later, he might have some value, like leading Qi Wuji into the Secret Realm.

Or leading each strong person from the Lingque Secret Realm inside...

In the next moment, An Xiao suddenly said, "Make these trash savages shut up, they're annoying."

Upon this order, the black-clothed men on the small square flashed again, slapping one after another those who were shouting...

And just then, a sharp voice suddenly cried out, "Stop it!"

Upon hearing this, Lao Chun suddenly looked up, a bit incredulously, and called out, "Xiao Jia!"

In the next moment, Lao Chun saw Xiao Jia and a masked person being escorted to the small square by two black-clothed men, and at this moment, Xiao Jia's eyes were bloodshot, tears streaming down uncontrollably.

As for the masked person, naturally, it was unknown who they were.

The reason the two black-clothed men hadn't removed Sikong Jing's mask was obviously to wait for the boss An Xiao to personally handle it.

Meanwhile, the children stood dumbfounded, holding their faces and calling out, "Sister Xiao Jia..."

An Xiao, of course, squinted his eyes, looking at Xiao Jia with a gentle smile, "So you are Xiao Jia, Qi Wuji's most cherished Lingque genius girl. Weren't you commanding outside? Why did you suddenly enter the Secret Realm?"

An Xiao was not at all surprised by Xiao Jia and the masked Sikong Jing's arrival.

He had long noticed the Lingque Secret Realm briefly opening up, and since a fierce battle hadn't erupted, it meant it couldn't be a large group entering, so his expression remained very calm.

He was just puzzled by Xiao Jia's sudden entry.

However, Xiao Jia ignored him and instead stared intensely at Lao Chun.

"Grandpa Lao Chun, why did you do this? Last time when you harmed Brother Sikong, Grandpa Wuji only locked you in the woodshed. Now you keep wrong upon wrong."

What Xiao Jia couldn't accept the most now was not the attacking Qianwang Holy Tower, but her own people bringing in the enemy for attack.

However, such words immediately infuriated Lao Chun further...

"What did I do wrong? Why on earth should Qi Wuji have the power to imprison me?"

Lao Chun roared in fury, his face contorted.

Following this, he erupted into a madness of cursing and belittling Master Wuji, pouring out all his grievances with nothing left to consider at this point.

Each sentence only made Xiao Jia's face redden further with anger.

And just when she intended to retort, Sikong Jing intervened, "It's pointless to argue, he's beyond saving."

For now, no one paid attention to Sikong Jing's words because Lao Chun suddenly shifted his tone.

"Xiao Jia, Grandpa Lao Chun is doing all this for our Lingque Clan."

"Look now, Lord An Xiao has already taken away Lord Golden Cold Divine Sparrow, and Qianwang Holy Tower will soon craft a cultivation method tailored for us, truly allowing our Lingque Clan to rise."

Upon saying this, Lao Chun looked as if basking in his family's glory.

With this statement, Xiao Jia suddenly noticed that Golden Cold Divine Sparrow in the center of the small square was gone, and her body shook with a thud.

"Lord Divine Sparrow has been taken, haha..."

Xiao Jia's teeth chattered fiercely, overwhelmed with shock and fury, tears gushing out uncontrollably.

Sikong Jing saw this and gently comforted, "No need to worry, it's only been taken into that person's Storage Space."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Jia ceased her trembling, staring fixedly at An Xiao.

However, An Xiao suddenly frowned, looking somewhat surprised at Sikong Jing.