I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 3688: Chapter 1793: Strike Me

Sure, here is the translated text:

A slap?

In front of a large crowd, Yunshan’s envoy Hua Zhiyao slapped Yue Gongli, the successor of the Cold Palace Emperor Realm?

"He’s damned audacious!"

The reception hall immediately descended into chaos.

The maids were terrified, some dropping the jade plates with pastries they were holding, while others couldn’t even hold onto their lutes as they clattered to the ground.

It was merely a simple, unadorned slap.

It carried not even the slightest ripple of Holy Power, landing unexpectedly on Yue Gongli’s cheek, successfully knocking him back.

The force and impact were clearly not strong, yet it made everyone in the hall retreat several steps.

The only person who didn’t retreat was Yuegong Kui.

He stood there dumbfounded, looking at Young Master Li, who was holding his face in disbelief, and then at Hua Zhiyao, who remained calm after the slap.

Yuegong Kui was petrified.

At this moment, the expression of Hua Zhiyao, with a "ready to face death" demeanor, and his plea of "grant me death" echoed in his mind.

He finally understood.

Some things are not easy to hear because they cannot be easily handled.

And some people, even if you want to protect them, you probably can’t, even if you give it your all.

"So this is the way one dies..."

Yuegong Kui’s mind buzzed. When he switched perspectives, imagining himself being ordered by Young Master Li to travel to the Yunshan Emperor Realm, to trick Sword Deity Hua down from the main seat and slap him in front of everyone...

He couldn’t think it through any further.

He was already shivering with fear, unable to fathom the immense courage it would have taken for Hua Zhiyao to deliver that slap.

Retreat?

Yuegong Kui’s saint’s will swept across the people around him.

He very much wanted to, like the guards and maids, distance himself from this dangerous vortex in the reception hall, but instead pretended to guard with his sword drawn, tremblingly unable to advance.

He couldn’t retreat.

He had personally welcomed Yue Gongli to the Cold Palace Emperor Realm.

Their friendship with Hua Zhiyao would not allow him to retreat — yes, they had been friends before, but that friendship was now null after the slap.

"Someone come!"

Yuegong Kui shouted hoarsely in anguish.

He was like a feral, furious beast, as he slashed into the void with his hand and roared, "Capture this old scoundrel for me! Capture him! I will personally behead him, drag him to the Yunshan Emperor Realm, and display his head to the public!"

The dishonor of a lord means death for officials.

On his own territory, Young Master Li was slapped by their own clan’s envoy. This incident couldn’t simply be explained as a "mission."

Hua Zhiyao must die!

If he does not die, and if Yunshan Hua Changdeng shows no response, the Cold Palace Emperor Realm will mobilize its entire clan’s strength to massacre Yunshan, to cleanse today’s shame with blood!

"Clatter..."

Outside the palace, a group of Higher Void (level) guards drew their chilling swords in fright upon hearing the commotion and charged into the reception hall.

No fewer than a dozen guards rushed in.

But Hua Zhiyao is a demi-saint; how could mere Higher Void (level) guards capture him?

As the guards charged out, they hoped Hua Zhiyao would go easy on them, sparing a few remnant souls for future resurrection by the clan.

But unexpectedly...

A dozen men rushed forward, crossing their swords rapidly against Hua Zhiyao’s neck, cutting his skin and drawing blood.

Until the end, Hua Zhiyao did not resist.

He merely remained expressionless, gazing at Young Master Li, who was slumped in a maid’s arms, still holding his face as if stunned by the slap.

"He deserves to die!"

Rage rose from within.

The more Hua Zhiyao displayed this demeanor of "embracing death," the more it fueled the anger in people’s hearts.

One guard kicked forward intending to break Hua Zhiyao’s knees, to make him kneel in front of Young Master Li and repent.

The guard captain timely intervened, kicking the young guard’s leg aside, and warned him with a cold gaze:

This is a demi-saint!

One important principle is that no matter the time or place, Saints are not to be humiliated.

This rule was established by the Five Great Holy Emperor families and later adopted throughout Shengshen Continent, widely accepted by the various demi-saints.

Today Hua Zhiyao slapped Yue Gongli; consequences are inevitable.

But if a guard dares to break a demi-saint’s leg, forcing the Saint’s dignity to kneel, the Cold Palace Emperor Realm will be condemned by all clans.

"Captain..."

The young guard was bewildered.

If Saints cannot be humiliated, then can Young Master Li?

There is indeed no written rule that says a Young Family Master cannot be slapped, but does the lack of a written rule mean there is no principle?

Is Young Master Li destined to bear this slap in vain?

"Spit!"

Yue Gongli spat a mouthful of bloody foam on the ground, seeing stars.

His skin was fair, his physique actually not weak, yet even so, the force of Hua Zhiyao’s slap left several red marks on his face.

Could Hua Zhiyao also have cultivated his physique?

This question, in essence, is unimportant.

Now, Yue Gongli’s mind was completely occupied by a single thought:

"From childhood till now, only my big sister dared to hit me like this. How dare he, how did he dare?"

If it were a heavy punch, even breaking through his heart, or if it were a heavy sword strike, cleaving a third of his body...

None of this would matter.

Tit-for-tat, just hit back, that’s all.

But a slap, in the presence of so many people, without using Holy Power, just a pure slap...

This is humiliation!

This is an outright, unabashed provocation!

"Interesting, you’re very interesting..."

Yue Gongli struggled out of the maid’s embrace, seeming riled up, mumbling deliriously: "Yunshan Emperor Realm, Sword Deity Hua, so amusing, you’re really amusing..."

He bent down, as if searching for something.

But after searching for a while with no result, the image of the slap replayed in his mind until he kicked something at his feet, producing a "clang."

"Yes, the sword..."

He bent over, picking up the three-foot-long sword that Hua Zhiyao had previously handed over before being slapped away.

Holding the Sovereign Cut, his hair disheveled, he stepped by step approached Hua Zhiyao once again.