I Am Loaded with Passive Skills-Chapter 3187 - 1623 With 4 Swords in Hand within 3 Feet, Already Tilted and Divided the Ruins Sky_2

Chapter 3187 -1623 With 4 Swords in Hand within 3 Feet, Already Tilted and Divided the Ruins Sky_2

Incompatible by nature.

Even as The Divine abruptly announced, “I shall slay you from a thousand miles away”—these words themselves exuded a deeply unsettling discordance.

Cursed Yin exactly felt this way at that moment.

But reality was far too exaggerated!

From the moment this youth caught his own gaze, he was incessantly undergoing transformation.

Beneath his feet, the Way of the Sword Power Upanishad Formation shone brilliantly, its divisions clear, proclaiming his perfect mastery over the Nine Major Sword Techniques.

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The mixed aura enveloping him—Spiritual Cultivation, ancient martial arts, the void… and so forth—swiftly departed.

As he lifted his sword towards the blocking sky, pointing to the pinnacle of the world.

He no longer seemed like a member of the void giant race, as if he had found his own most appropriate demeanor from the chaotic mundane world, achieving perfect transcendence.

“Boom!”

At that moment, Sword Will soared into the sky, splitting the storm.

Silver light cleared through the universe, forcefully parting the clouds.

“Cursed Yin!”

Xu Xiaoshou gazed distantly at Cursed Yin, his eyes cold and clear under the moonlight, smoothly said:

“If I defeat you with three swords, this game ends. How does that sound?”

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Such arrogance!

As the words “How does that sound” echoed between heaven and earth.

Hallmaster Dao’s first reaction was to wonder if Xu Xiaoshou had invoked the presence of Bazhun’an, for how else could he suddenly seem so bold?

But then he thought…

Bazhun’an was not of this style.

Similar madness, similar pride, but a different energy. Perhaps this truly stemmed from Xu Xiaoshou himself?

Was he bluffing?

But to defeat Cursed Yin with three swords…

A direct confrontation was inevitable, what after the bluff?

Proud under the guise of the “Three Venerable Qiongcang”, Hallmaster Dao himself could only match Holy Emperor Cursed Yin, tough to separate, and his body not his own, unsuitable for prolonged combat.

And the ancient swordsman’s attack power, could it truly surpass a Divine Sorcerer that much—by grasping the sword, could he really outmatch the young generations as profoundly as Bazhun’an did back then?

“Then I am quite eager…”

Hallmaster Dao subtly retreated, sneakily protecting Er Zhuzi’s soul body, while preparing the “Eight Gods Descending Technique” ritual, he glanced at Cursed Yin.

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“Sizzle!”

It was visible, upon hearing these words, Cursed Yin wanted to laugh.

Especially now, with the power of the Demon Ancestor enhancing him.

“Cao Yihan” was merely a jumping clown, where did Xu Xiaoshou muster the courage for such bold boasts.

But across from him, as the situation settled.

His gaze lifted slightly, noting something unusual.

After the storm cleared, atop the horizon clouds, a silver moon had seemingly appeared out of nowhere.

The moonlight washed over, coldly sprinkling down, unmoved by the worldly storm, falling only upon the black-clothed youth’s sword, draping him and his sword in a nebulous layer of silver scales.

An illusion?

It seemed for a moment.

In an instant, Cursed Yin saw a ninety-nine-story ethereal tower, and the youth was already standing at the top of the isolated building, presenting a silhouette that resembled…

“Sword Ancestor!”

Cursed Yin suddenly snapped back to reality.

He realized that his earlier illusion might not have been just that; this youth’s sword carried a hint of the Sword Ancestor’s charm.

Not just “resemble”, but nearly “is”!

But is, a little hope enough to become one?

Cursed Yin flicked his sleeves, coldly shouted:

“Big words but…”

Yet before the word “shame” could escape his lips, the young man below leaped high into the bright moon.

His sword elegantly drawn…

“Clang!”

The sound of the void sword chimed.

Nine residual shadows merged into one with the sword, fusing into his body.

Under the moonlight, beautiful decayed plum petals swirled around the young man, red dust particles floated underfoot, stepping down on Yama, his head crowned with thousands of swords that worshipped him, carrying the Azure Mo Wings, gazing down on a compassionate Bodhisattva, a portrait of serene mercy.

With a thunderous crash, Divine Relics reverberated like a sudden thunder on level ground.

The storm lifted dust and shattered stones, suspended in the air, all edges carefully concealed, showing no sign of ferocity.

“Sword imagery?”

Hallmaster Dao’s eyes narrowed sharply, even thinking he might have called upon Mei Siren to embody.

But he quickly realized it wasn’t; unlike the tangible sword imagery of Mei Siren, Xu Xiaoshou had not summoned any “entity”.

The imagery around him, emitted from his true form.

Is this weaker?

No!

He is the sword imagery!

Unlike Mei Siren’s ferocious, glaring sword imagery, Xu Xiaoshou’s serene presence added a deeper essence of the Hidden Sword Technique.

But anyone could see, whether it was his own essence or the summoned dust and floating stones, all concealed the power of extreme malevolence.

Hiding edges within, displaying the mundane without.

Returning to its true origins!

Just by this leap alone, Hallmaster Dao couldn’t help but inwardly marvel; Xu Xiaoshou had evolved again!

“The pupil surpasses the master.”

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Cursed Yin’s sarcasm choked in his throat.

He even felt a painful chill through the “scabbard”—a threat?

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Indeed!

Just this much!

Through hollow mystique, could he earn the gaze of an Ancestral God?

“Why hesitate?”

Not waiting for further words, the youth across him woke in realization, spoke with a cold laugh.

Without needing to draw his sword, just with his penetrating gaze, that clear and sharp moonlight shattered the void, directly invading the soul.

“Boom!”

Cursed Yin once again witnessed the imagery of the Lonely Building.

This time, his surface unaffected but his spirit already riddled with countless wounds after continuous battles, exploded with endless devilish energy.

Holy Emperor Wangze, now verily like a Demonic Emperor.

“Exciting!”

Hallmaster Dao secretly exclaimed in admiration.

Pride Void, the most formidable emptiness.

This state of Cursed Yin, fundamentally unhindered, and Xu Xiaoshou focusing on the soul with just a glance, like tearing open a scar and sprinkling salt.

Cursed Yin?

He couldn’t withstand it!

Moreover, this young man truly grew…

Not just following his own plans, but also forming his own ideas.