I Am Loaded with Passive Skills-Chapter 4363 - 2027: Forcing One’s Way

"So powerful!"

"How could it be so strong?"

The spectators from across the Apricot Realm’s Transmission Sky Curtain were already boiling with excitement over Xu Xiaoshou’s effortless and carefree maneuvers in and out of the Law of Delay kingdom.

Inside the battlefield, those who directly felt the full oppressive force brought by Xu Xiaoshou were even more terrified, especially the Medicine Ancestor Shennong Hundred Herb.

"Unlike The Divine, who is all courage and no wit, he is both brave and meticulously precise, having calculated every counter of Saint Xin with precision."

"And he has methodically, rhythmically, and with highs and lows, carried out a one-sided complete crush while playfully toying with him." 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"He’s started to have fun!"

As Ancestral Gods faced an opponent at the level of Saint Xin, Dao Ancestor was pressed so much that he had to face the world and willingly submit.

There might be some jest in it, but if you could truly win, who would make such jokes?

Not to mention that in front of Saint Xin, it wasn’t just about fighting, Xu Xiaoshou was actually "showing off" with grandeur, even directly "playing around!"

Who else could do that aside from him?

Previously, when Saint Xin took action to toy with the ancient swordsmen like You, Mei, and Wen, it was ruthless. Xu Xiaoshou is returning that to a multiple degree.

After several rounds of confrontation, the symbol of invincibility of the Law of Delay kingdom was completely shattered, and Saint Xin’s head was even blown apart, his heart pierced through.

Along with the Sword Tower and the twelve swords of the Sword Tower, all were captured by Xu Xiaoshou. And after playing around leisurely with everyone, he retreated unscathed.

"Saint Xin, could it be that you will really fall under this guy’s sword?"

When this thought came to mind, the Medicine Ancestor felt it was absurd.

But he had to admit that Xu Xiaoshou’s strength was beyond imagination, and he hadn’t even used the most terrifying trump card.

"My eighteen Life Medicine Pools are still on him!"

The Medicine Ancestor felt it was crucial to inform Saint Xin about this, for him to safeguard against it, but turning his head, he saw that face on the verge of cracking in the distance.

This idea was immediately dismissed.

Wouldn’t that be adding fuel to the fire?

What if in a fit of rage, he redirected the target at me?

Don’t forget, Saint Xin is not a good bird either; he was even planning to rob Xu Xiaoshou of the Path of Name Form, then turn around to rob the Path of Life and Reincarnation!

"Escape!"

Of the Thirty-Six Stratagems, fleeing is the best one.

Taking advantage of the time Saint Xin is stalling Xu Xiaoshou, escape from the Shengshen Continent, escape into the stars.

Once his own divine palace is completely reshaped, with another reserve of thirty-six pools of Life Potion, there might be strength to face him head-on.

Just as waves of such thoughts surged, the Medicine Ancestor intended to make a move, but from the corner of his eye, he glimpsed Xu Xiaoshou outside the sky, holding the Sword Tower and the twelve swords, seemingly sweeping a glance casually in his direction.

Hiss!

The Medicine Ancestor’s hair stood on end, feeling as if his thoughts had been seen through.

He suddenly halted, standing stiffly in place, like a puppet trying to be invisible, yet even unable to make itself disappear.

"Where to go, where to stay?"

...

"Not bad, Saint Xin."

"I could only say, after planning and laying out for so many years, you really did gain all the good things."

Outside the Law of Delay kingdom, Xu Xiaoshou in the World in the Palm, holding the Sword Tower, sealing the twelve swords with the Power of Name, firmly suppressing these thirteen restless demonic objects, growing increasingly fond.

The Sword Tower, with its suppressive force, is indeed a marvel.

Naturally, in Saint Xin’s hands, it could only be used to support himself, even failing to harm Xu Xiaoshou.

Is it because the Sword Tower is weak?

Not at all!

No matter how strong the Sword Tower is, it seems there are two people in this world it cannot suppress; Saint Xin might have known this, hence didn’t try further.

One is he, Xu Xiaoshou.

The other, naturally, is the slightly inferior but widely recognized Bazhun’an.

And as a divine object once suppressing the Demon Ancestor’s Spirit through several Ancestral God eras, though ultimately penetrated by the Demon Ancestor, is it because the suppressive force of the Sword Tower could no longer keep up with the strength of the Zero Ancestral God?

Still not!

It’s simply because the Sword Ancestor, who created the Sword Tower, has long placed himself in reincarnation, unable to operate it personally.

A great array with a Sword Array Master present, compared to a self-running sword array without anyone operating it, in strength, those are entirely different levels.

Especially when the one operating the sword array is not just a Spirit Array Caster but a Sword Array Master, the power of the sword formation can be increased several times over.

Thus, a Sword Tower controlled by an ancient swordsman, compared to one operated by a Spiritual Cultivator, and compared to one operated by no one, the difference is nearly the level of Xu Xiaoshou, Bazhun’an, and a piece of crap.

"The Sword Tower falling into your hands is truly a waste."

"This thing is destined for me; at its conception, it should have been meant for me to wield."

Xu Xiaoshou, unable to part with it, caressed the Sword Tower in his hand, memorizing each layer of its construction, every material, and each array pattern.

Then simulating it in his mind, it didn’t take long before he found a method to completely control and wield the Sword Tower.

The only thing barring him from intimate contact with the Sword Tower was the incongruous consciousness branding left by the Demon Ancestor within it.

"Saint Xin, would it be alright if you gifted this tower to I, the ancestor?" Xu Xiaoshou looked toward the divine palace, asking kindly.

"In your dreams!"

Saint Xin’s face flushed with rage.

He was still mending the remnant body, barely healing the gaping wound on his head, yet unable to remove the Imprint of Intent within his skull and heart.

Upon hearing this, he directly activated the branding within the Sword Tower, allowing the demon brand to spread throughout it.

His possessions, how could Saint Xin just hand them over?

Not only the Sword Tower, but even the twelve swords of the Sword Tower, forget about it!

"Buzz buzz buzz!"

The Sword Tower trembled violently, with the force of resistance growing stronger.

Together with the supporting twelve swords, capable of enhancing the Sword Tower’s sword array and elevating its suppressive power by several levels, all desired to break free from the seal.