I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 3683: Chapter 1791: Mockery (Part 2)

Hua Changdeng was so furious that he nearly pulled out the Ghost Hunter, ready to slice Hua Zhiyao in two, his whole body emanating a murderous aura, and shouted:

"I ask, where is the Stele?"

With a loud bang, the Yun Mountain Temple exploded with thunder.

The elders of the clan, affected by the Holy Emperor’s aura, staggered back together, while Hua Zhiyao’s face finally showed fear as he trembled and said:

"Family head, the Stele, it was thrown in!"

Hua Changdeng’s thoughts went blank for a moment, repeating unconsciously, "Thrown?"

"Oh no, sent, sent in!"

"Sent where?"

"Into the spacetime turbulence, family head, what’s wrong with you?" Hua Zhiyao spoke with righteous indignation!

What’s wrong with me?

I want to ask, what’s wrong with you, Hua Zhiyao!

Hua Changdeng suppressed his urge to kill, knowing something strange was stuck between them, and asked seriously, "Who told you to throw... send the Ancestor Stone Carving into the spacetime turbulence?"

"You did!"

Then Hua Zhiyao naturally pointed to himself, muttering something inaudible, then drew the three-foot-long sword at his waist, lightly slashed the void, and then lifted the air with the Stele’s imprint and tossed it into the air with a grin~

"Just like this, as you instructed, wasn’t it to catch the traitor?" Hua Zhiyao re-enacted everything earlier, eyeing the family head with some suspicion.

Fake?

Ahaha, that’s unlikely.

In the Yunshan Emperor realm, who would dare impersonate the family head...

"Uh?"

Hua Zhiyao’s thoughts froze, his eyes widened, and he began to break into a cold sweat.

"Hmm?" Hua Changdeng remained silent, lips tightly shut, leaving only a nasal sound.

With a bang, Hua Zhiyao shook all over, his knees suddenly crashed heavily to the ground, his whole person drained of blood, collapsing on the ground, pale as a corpse.

"No, no, impossible..."

When Hua Changdeng looked up, casting a cold gaze towards the elders behind Hua Zhiyao, they all realized something, falling into fright and trembling.

Bam bam bam!

Soon, over a dozen elders knelt in unison before the great hall.

Only now, including Hua Changdeng, did everyone in the Yun Mountain Temple realize, that another "one", that seemingly "Fantasy Sword Technique", that returning "family head"...

It wasn’t that the family head had returned once before.

Instead, the one who returned earlier was a fake family head, and no doubt, the little mouse the family head was chasing!

"..."

Hua Changdeng remained silent.

His silence was deafening.

At this moment, his chest was filled with the most intense murderous intent of the past thirty years, almost wishing to annihilate everyone present with a single sword strike.

He had a thousand words he wanted to say.

He wanted to reprimand, to curse, to explode.

But he knew well that the blame wasn’t on this group of fools, but on the inertia of thinking and Xu Xiaoshou’s unpredictability, and on himself.

But why...

He had countless "whys" he wanted to ask.

Why couldn’t they see it was fake, why did they still do it even when told to throw away the Ancestor Stone Carving, why couldn’t they just wait a bit longer...

No!

No more whys!

Hua Changdeng pressed down the sword, took a long breath, suppressing the surging waves within his heart, and calmly looked at the group of elders kneeling before him on the ground.

He remained silent for a long while before opening his husky voice:

"Hua Zhiyao, go to the Punishment Hall to receive your punishment."

Bam bam bam!

The slow-to-realize Hua Zhiyao was frantically kowtowing.

He almost broke his forehead, blood flowing all over the steps before the hall, tears streaming down his face, too choked up to say a word, "I, I..."

Behind him, an elder with a sobbing voice spoke for Hua Zhiyao: "Family head, he is the Punishment Hall elder."

Hua Changdeng, expressionless: "Judge yourself, convict yourself, stamp yourself, punish yourself."

Bam bam bam!

Hua Zhiyao kept kowtowing, his heart seemingly stuck in his throat, muttering incoherently: "Oh, I..."

An elder asked plaintively on his behalf:

"When should he bear the sin?"

Hua Changdeng tightened the grip on his sword:

"Now, immediately, at once."

This is a capital crime!

Losing the Ancestor Stone Carving, how could he possibly survive?

Hua Zhiyao, his face washed with blood and tears, kept kowtowing while drawing the three-foot-long sword from his waist, aiming it at his own neck.

"No! Don’t!"

The elders rushed up, some stopping Hua Zhiyao, others pleading for Hua Changdeng’s mercy, all of them weeping bitterly.

The rabbit’s death evokes the fox’s sorrow.

Today Hua Zhiyao is gone.

In the future, when settling accounts in the autumn, whoever did not deny the throwing away of the Ancestor Stone Carving would all be considered guilty.

The family head is not without anger, the family head just hasn’t had time to deal with everyone—Hua Zhiyao cannot die!

But Hua Changdeng’s heart was like iron, expressionless as he said:

"Last words."

Hua Zhiyao, with the sword across his neck, couldn’t be held down by the elders, blood already oozing out.

At this moment, his lips trembled, memories of his life’s prosperity flashed through his mind, thoughts turned confused and lost.

He was already delirious.

The so-called last words, were nothing more than the things he had pursued all his life but never obtained.

So at the end, in his daze, Hua Zhiyao, as if possessed, said:

"This old man has no last words, just wants to ask one thing..."

"That, family head, tomorrow at midnight, can this old man still visit your residence?"

The elders were stunned, then faces turned to great fear.

What are you saying, Hua Zhiyao, aren’t you dying fast enough, isn’t the family head’s heart ruthless enough?

Hua Changdeng too was stunned, then baffled and laughed angrily.

At this moment, for Xu Xiaoshou’s Super Taoization, he had nothing but admiration.

"Bang!"

Hua Changdeng kicked hard.

Lying on the ground, knowing he misspoke, Hua Zhiyao’s sword was kicked directly into his neck, sending him flying.

The blood streaked across the Tingdao Peak, zooming into the spacetime turbulence a mile away, without even a chance to scream.