I Am Loaded with Passive Skills-Chapter 3468 - 1712: This Name Has Been Nurtured for 30 Years, This Beast Was Born in the Wilderness_2

Chapter 3468 -1712: This Name Has Been Nurtured for 30 Years, This Beast Was Born in the Wilderness_2

It can be said that below the Eight Sword Venerables, Xu Xiaoshou is undoubtedly the second to have cultivated sword cognition.

In reality, it seems only the three of us are famous for cultivating sword cognition… Yet, Xu Xiaoshou doesn’t feel that his current name is much less than Big Mouth Xiao’s.

After all, Big Mouth Xiao only consumes the name of a small part of people in the ancient swordsman circle within the Holy Sword Land of the Eastern Region. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

Whereas as the “Number One Sword Deity,” not only does he consume a part of those names, but “Lord Shou” also consumes the names of the people across the five regions.

“Can my title of ‘Number One Sword Deity’ compare to the old man’s ‘Eighth Sword Deity’?”

Xu Xiaoshou halted his thoughts at this point.

The answer was self-evident, no need to elaborate, and he even felt a terrifying subtlety upon careful consideration.

The Eight Sword Venerables!

That damned guy, he created sword cognition but never told the world that its strength can only be felt after reaching a high level of mastery.

— After becoming famous, you can become stronger even if you don’t cultivate!

With everyone unaware of this fact, he consumed the faith of the entire Holy Sword Land in the Eastern Region with the name “Eighth Sword Deity.”

With the name “Ten High Nobles,” he radiated across the five regions and truly achieved wide fame and respect from all ages.

The Southern Region does not cultivate Ancient Sword Technique nor respect ancient swordsmen.

“Eight Sword Venerables” occupied the first place on the Southern Region’s role-playing list for thirty years, unmoved by thunder.

By observing a spot, one sees the whole leopard; by seeing a leaf fall, one knows autumn has come.

Even above the Stairway to Heaven, impressions of the Lower Realm’s prodigies summed up are nothing more than the words “Eight Sword Venerables.”

To exhaust my name, it still requires seven parts effort.

He indeed fostered a concept that “genius is merely the threshold to meet him.”

By tasting a piece of the cauldron, can you imagine how many names he has digested from the five regions over the years?

Thinking of this, Xu Xiaoshou’s scalp tingled!

The key is that guy showed nothing, maintaining the image of an eight-fingered wastrel for over thirty years.

Even before sword cognition took form, Xu Xiaoshou himself doubted if relying on Bazhun’an was a mistake.

Now, he no longer doubts.

His name has been established, sword cognition has flourished, and he can obtain such nourishment and enhancement.

The phrase from the Eight Sword Venerables, “I am here,” is not arrogance but confidence.

Perhaps it is incomparable to the Ancestral God.

But he has the confidence to wield sword cognition against the Holy Emperors who treat the Shengshen Continent as a backyard above the Stairway to Heaven?

“Stay calm, stay calm…”

Xu Xiaoshou didn’t rush and kept telling himself that he could slow his pace further.

He watched the screen in the Dao Imparting Mirror, observing Zhu Yike beginning to count after finishing his affair.

Amidst the crowd’s attention, he secretly took out the Fourth Sword.

The Fourth Sword was still the Fourth Sword, living up to its name as a vicious sword, extraordinary in charm.

But at that time, even the Godhood Sword Xuan Cang in Rao Yaoyao’s hand, upon seeing the Fourth Sword, seemed to be lowered in intelligence, contending to fly higher.

In the Dead Sea, the emergence of the vicious sword did not stir even half a ripple.

The Supreme Emperor Sword did not even emit a sword cry.

Or dare not!

No one paid much attention to the sword that appeared in Lord Shou’s hand as the counting on the main battlefield with Zhu Yike reached the final stage.

Only Beibei sensed something, furrowing her brows and casting a sidelong glance.

She merely felt something odd but couldn’t read anything, wrinkling her nose, snorting, “humph.”

Xu Xiaoshou’s lips curled as he put away the sword.

He understood the essential difference between the Supreme Emperor Sword and the vicious sword.

The former remained concealed in self-obscurity despite its brilliance and master, while the latter, nurtured by sword cognition, had a sword body reflecting waves and an aura showing signs of being the leader among the Five Great Divine Instruments of Chaos!

If Beibei’s compatibility with the Supreme Emperor Sword is infinitely close to one hundred percent.

Xu Xiaoshou himself, adding the Fourth Sword and sword cognition, had already broken through the limits of this numerical boundary.

As for the “upper limit”?

Ancient swordsmen see no upper limit.

It’s hard to imagine if Bazhun’an Jianwo returns, Qingju emerges from the Burial Sword Tomb into the world, what the effect of their union would be.

“Is this what you want to tell the world, the addition of ‘name’ and ‘sword cognition’ to ancient swordsmen, my old man…”

The Dead Sea had no roaring waves as Xu Xiaoshou suppressed the ripples in his heart.

The King’s Bomb in my hand, unless another card is drawn above the Stairway to Heaven, who in the world can withstand the wild fame nurtured by Bazhun’an over thirty years?

Before this, whether to prove one’s own Path through Ai Cangsheng relates to the battle stance of the ultimate battle.

Failure is possible.

Bazhunan would back him up.

Dao Qiongcang remained a praying mantis catching the cicada with the yellow sparrow behind.

But Xu Xiaoshou didn’t like feeling like a burden; he is a normal person and he also wants to win, relying on his own strength!

“Zhu Yike, this first step is handed over to you…”

…

“Three!”

The countdown entered its final phase.

The five regions’ attention was drawn; at this moment, few pondered Zhu Yike’s previous antics.

Even Feng Xiaoshuang held her breath, forgetting the past and only feeling immense pressure.

She knew better than Zhu Yike who “the dog” is and in what manner it would come out to bite.

The likelihood is that once this life countdown ends and that “boom” goes off, the arrow of Evil Sin Bow could claim her life with its mere aftermath.

After all, Zhu Yike is no Lord Shou, unable to ensure the safety of those around him.

What hope does a thief offer?

“Two!”

Zhu Yike was completely at ease.

He hadn’t even fully grasped who “the dog” truly is, only having a vague notion.

But being trapped in the Dead Sea for so long, he had no knowledge of external battles.

He knew not the Divine Relics, unaware of Cursed Yin, oblivious to Hallmaster Dao, ignorant of Lord Cang Sheng, unacquainted with the Five Decays of Heaven and Man…