I Am Loaded with Passive Skills-Chapter 4376 - 2031: One Punch

"Sharp-tongued!"

"Just watch how this ancestor will tear that foul mouth of yours to shreds!"

Saint Xin bathed in the light of the Blood Demon, took a furious step forward, leaving a blur behind, suddenly appearing before Xu Xiaoshou.

So fast!

In just one step, Xu Xiaoshou’s heart raced with alarm.

With eons of luck exploding in support, Saint Xin’s speed was so fast that even he almost couldn’t react.

It can be imagined that his battle consciousness and the like must have been amplified to a terrifying extent not lower than Level Four, possibly even higher than his own.

"Independence!"

Unprepared, he couldn’t even dodge.

To prevent the slow Fa Heaven from unfolding at close range, Xu Xiaoshou immediately chose to erase his existence.

But the previously unbeatable Independence, now only made Saint Xin frown slightly, without stopping his actions at all.

As if by inertia, Saint Xin’s right arm turned into a golden long knife, slicing forward fiercely.

"Sizzle!"

Xu Xiaoshou barely leaned back to dodge, but still nearly got cut in half, a giant tear opening up on his chest.

The wound seemed corroded, not only did the power of the Blood Demon surge in,

but even the flesh turned into gold-corroded metal, dripping away in drops.

The ability of the Gold-Eroding Kui?

In this light, the first generation Six Xu Saint Xin dared to release it, perhaps he had mastered all six abilities!

"Swallow!"

Feast, Infinite Silence, Engulfing Power, swiftly swallowed the remnants of the Gold-Eroding Kui’s power.

But while these could be erased, the power of the Blood Demon was hard to dissipate, and the wound couldn’t heal at all.

"Slow Fa Heaven, forbidden relics!"

As expected, Saint Xin, unable to find a target, quickly unfolded the divine palace.

For the first time, Xu Xiaoshou had to avoid a close confrontation—Saint Xin was determined to get close, relying on the power of the Blood Demon, wear down his state through contact over and over again.

If this stalemate continued, his own luck might decrease to a negative value due to the power of the Blood Demon.

"A large Body of Decay..."

"Perhaps, I can maneuver around this battle, dragging it out until Saint Xin’s amplification time ends?"

In the end, Xu Xiaoshou managed to flash out of the range of the Slow Fa Heaven; Independence wasn’t forbidden, and the idea of a long-distance dragging battle flashed through his mind.

But having opened the Blood Demon Reverse Fate Technique, Saint Xin would surely know that if he were dragged for a long time, his power would fall again from its peak to a trough?

"Mother Coffin of the Primordial Spirit, return!"

With a beckoning hand, as the guardian of the divine palace, Saint Xin summoned back the mother coffin of the Primordial Spirit, holding it in one hand.

Xu Xiaoshou...

In his mind was an unfamiliar name.

Immediately following, extensive information on Xu Xiaoshou and the Dao Ancestor surged forth.

Also preserving cognition in advance, recording the two great Forgotten Path experts of the current age, cognition was unsealed upon sensing the presence of the Forgotten Guidance.

With this, it’s enough to support the battle, making sure he doesn’t even forget the battle target.

Saint Xin was well aware, with the Blood Demon Reverse Fate Technique open, the only way Xu Xiaoshou could win against him was by long-distance consumption and disappearing, two ways to delay time.

Looking for him?

Impossible to find, this guy was too elusive.

But the way to break this stalemate was also simple, forcing him to come back to find himself would do.

"Open!"

With a forceful slap, Saint Xin within the Slow Fa Heaven, unceremoniously pushed open the lid of the mother coffin of the Primordial Spirit.

Inside, the Cursed Yin previously captured was sealed.

With the Slow Fa Heaven outside and the Blood Demon Reverse Fate Technique inside, Saint Xin was utterly unafraid of the Cursed Yin’s various forbidden techniques and variables.

"What’s he trying to do?"

The people from the Apricot Realm were watching this scene, yet unable to react.

Figures like Xu, Dao, and Medicine were able to guess the scenario immediately and quickly confirmed it as such:

"Robbing Path!"

Xu Xiaoshou felt tingling on his scalp.

The Cursed Yin had one technique, called Reverse Inheritance, which could precisely counter his Independence.

Should Saint Xin successfully rob the path, the delaying strategy would not work at all, whoever Saint Xin points at, they would be a blatant target, unable to escape.

"Hiss—"

Gray-purple evil energy from the Cursed Yin billowed out from the coffin.

The Cursed Yin, sealed for less than two hours, was now like Wen Ting, with power and status falling into a trough.

Adding to the fact that the Cursed Yin’s status was already poor before entering the coffin.

This time being released, it couldn’t even respond immediately to the current situation.

Its consciousness was still stuck in the time of Xu Xiaoshou being Jin Ren.

What it thought was, since Xu Xiaoshou refused to cooperate, only the option to rob his path remained, seizing his divine shedding and Dao Method, to have the power to contend with Saint Xin, Divine Farmer Hundred Grass, and Dao Qiongcang.

"Condense!"

Just about to take form, the Cursed Yin didn’t even have time to stretch when a murderous voice reached its ears.

A boom resounded, its thoughts jolted, feeling its self continually twisting, while the figure bathed in bloody light beside it grew larger and larger.

In an instant, the Cursed Yin was caught in Saint Xin’s palm, unable to escape.

"No—"

At that instant, seeing the Blood Demon silhouette, the Cursed Yin’s consciousness wavered, guessing the other’s actions immediately.

"Saint..." 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

But before it could finish speaking.

The Blood Demon Reverse Fate Technique was active, every second mattered.

Saint Xin wouldn’t waste time quarreling with this ’cooked duck,’ nor give it the chance to fly away.

"Blood Demon Refines the Path!"

Gripping tightly with five fingers, a surging Blood Demon power poured in.

The mass of Cursed Yin in the palm let out a wretched scream, yet only persisted for a breath before being submerged by the overwhelming Blood Demon power.

"Saint! Xin!"

A bitter howl echoed across the skies.

But it was to no avail, Saint Xin didn’t even glance at the Cursed Yin, while crazily plundering its memories, knowledge of techniques through the Blood Demon power, he raised his eyes skywards, trying to trace Xu Xiaoshou’s whereabouts.