Berserk God of War

At this moment, Sikong Jing felt as if his entire body was set ablaze, every drop of blood boiling inside him.

The pain on his face flashed by and was gone.

It was then enveloped by astonishment as his shattered meridians continuously condensed and healed in the boiling blood, like a dense spiderweb tirelessly constructing new pathways.

When the drop of Blood of Ten Thousand Beasts flowed to his Dantian, a new Dantian began to take shape.

His Dantian resembled the skull of an unknown colossal beast, turning from faint to vivid, from formless to form, finally manifesting completely!

At this moment, the shrew had not noticed Sikong Jing's transformation and scorned Su Yuexi again, "If not you, then who? The whole Su Family knows you now have a sickly husband to take care of. Dare to deny it, and see if I don't kill you!"

Throwing Su Yuexi to the ground, the shrew stepped on her face, rubbing it violently.

"Ugly freak, second young miss of the Su Family, haha..."

While grinding her foot, the shrew laughed maniacally, "If you want me to forgive and forget, you can kneel and beg me. I've never experienced the thrill of having a master's daughter beg me for mercy."

Su Yuexi was pressed against the ground, her face veiled, showing no expression, but her eyes exposed outside were firm.

Her kneeling was out of the question!

Seeing this, the shrew laughed even harder, "Quite stubborn, aren't you? But I have plenty of ways. What if I sat on your sickly husband?"

Withdrawing her foot, the shrew's massive body moved toward Sikong Jing, lying on the straw bed.

Su Yuexi's face changed drastically; she scrambled up and pleaded, "Please don't hurt him, I will kneel for you."

The shrew was stunned, then sneered, "The ugly freak is in heat?"

"No wonder, finally having a man wanting you, one must enjoy the pleasure you've never had in your life."

"But it's too late!"

At that moment, the shrew had already reached the straw bed and was about to crush Sikong Jing under her.

If Sikong Jing were still as weak as before, probably this pressure would cost him half his life, but at this moment, his Dantian and meridians within had completely recovered, wounds all healed.

He opened his eyes abruptly, as if flames were flickering within them.

A hand, calloused thickly, reached out, grasped the shrew's neck, and then she found herself lifted off her feet.

Sikong Jing indifferently asked, "How would you like to die?"

In great distress and ready to kneel, Su Yuexi stopped and stared unbelievingly at the scene before her.

Suddenly, the man on the straw bed, whose name she didn't even know, stood up. He hoisted the shrew high, his posture even more upright than imagined, his facial features sharp and clear, with not a trace of paleness.

Only cold, domineering!

The shrew, regaining her senses, yelled furiously, "Sickly good-for-nothing, let go of me, or else..."

Before she could finish, Sikong Jing interrupted sharply, "Which hand just hit my wife, this one?"

Grasping the shrew's right hand, Sikong Jing yanked harshly.

An arm was ripped straight off, and amidst her screams, Sikong Jing then asked, "The one that just stepped on my wife, was it this foot?"

With a swift hand strike, the shrew's legs dropped to the ground neatly, blood spraying wildly!

Having finished, Sikong Jing nonchalantly threw her out the door, kicking her dismembered limbs out after her, his gaze then returned to Su Yuexi, who was too shocked to speak, and he asked softly, "Are you all right?"

"You, you... "

As if awakening from a dream, but Su Yuexi was still unable to utter a complete sentence:

"I'm fine, thank you for taking care of me these past few days." Having seen plenty, Sikong Jing, even though he had only recovered his Dantian and meridians, could discipline a shrew without any emotion.

What was only visible were the faint traces of tenderness when he looked at Su Yuexi.

Suddenly, Sikong Jing asked, "Even while being stepped on, you refused to kneel; yet why would you kneel for me?"

Having experienced a terrible betrayal and suddenly finding someone so protective, it was hard for Sikong Jing not to be moved.

Under her black veil, Su Yuexi lowered her head and said, "You are my husband, I can't allow you to be humiliated."

One sentence made Sikong Jing stiffen, a rush of indescribable emotions welling up within him.

The once firm vows from Yan Ruyu took everything from him, and yet today, a mere acquaintance like Su Yuexi bore humiliation for him.

How ironic was that?

Sikong Jing sighed, "Heaven hasn't completely abandoned me after all."

Having said that, he stepped over to Su Yuexi.

Without any hesitation, he lifted the veil from her face, revealing a face as if marred by a spiderweb, densely covered with black mole-like spots, ghastly to behold.

On her face, fresh blood still dripped where the shrew had stepped.

"Ah? Don't look." Su Yuexi came to her senses and frantically covered her face, crouching down fiercely.

But Sikong Jing forcefully pulled her hands away.

He wanted to see if Su Yuexi's face could be healed, what the problem was.

Staring at her, Sikong Jing's mind flashed with the name of a poison, he coldly said, "Crimson Spider Poison."