I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 4365: Chapter 2027: Forceful Seizure_3

"Die!"

Just before flying out of the divine palace’s boundary, Saint Xin abruptly regained awareness, wondering if this was a form of guidance?

Clearly, he was just one step away from leaving the divine palace, but his foot felt as though it was filled with lead; he couldn’t take another step forward, and this abrupt halt left Saint Xin extremely uncomfortable.

Saint Xin repressed the unbearable indignation that not even the Zero Ancestral God could swallow.

Not acting out in anger counts as true valor!

Rather, it’s about not falling into a trap!

"While I’m in the divine palace, as long as I’m cautious about the dream that spans a millennium, Xu Xiaoshou is helpless against me."

"But once I leave the divine palace, I risk being harmed..."

With this thought, Saint Xin let out a muffled groan again, feeling the pain of backlash strike once more, almost spewing blood.

Turning around, could Xu Xiaoshou really be plotting?

After tossing aside a Spirit Crystal, he cheerfully began the task of erasing the branding from the twelve swords in the sword tower.

"Break."

With a single shout, the resentful sword quivered, and the devilish mark was directly eradicated.

Xu Xiaoshou completed etching his Intent Path branding within this sword, linking the ancient swordsman and sword with that fundamental sense of origin.

How could the resentful sword acknowledge Saint Xin as its master now?

It turned its head, fondly cuddling up to its new owner. Hidden Bitter didn’t mind these actions; otherwise, it would have chopped off this interloper without hesitation!

"Break."

With another shout, the fierce sword also shifted allegiance.

Soon after, the slayer sword and vain sword followed, acknowledging Xu Xiaoshou as their new master.

Having lost a third of the twelve swords in the sword tower, especially when planning in the Apricot Realm bore no fruit, how could one tolerate this?

"Vanishing Technique Devilish Mark, decree!"

Secretly forming a technique, Saint Xin decided not to remain passive any longer.

He discreetly altered the essence of the branding, so anyone who touched it would instantly be enveloped in bad luck, siphoning their fortune, and empowering the devilish mark.

Yet at the same time, Xu Xiaoshou, who should have continued using reckless forces to break the fifth sword’s devilish mark, suddenly halted his action.

With a mocking expression, he lifted his eyelids and glanced at Saint Xin from afar, raising the sword named Sha in his hand, speaking with an eerie and sarcastic tone:

"Sha sword, oh Sha sword, you’re an honest baby."

"If you had to choose again, would you pick the mere Saint Xin, or the invincible Lord Xu Xiaoshou?"

The entire Apricot Realm Transmission Sky Curtain echoed this absurd and comical scene, yet everyone’s hearts were in suspense.

Even Saint Xin was no exception. Xu Xiaoshou’s bizarre antics aside, his true motive was what deserved the most severe scrutiny.

Sizzle!

The Sha sword shook, exploding with surging devilish energy, nearly escaping the bind to slice through Xu Xiaoshou’s throat.

"Hahaha!"

Saint Xin did not restrain his laughter; instead, he laughed out loud, his eyes harboring a hint of contempt.

Although Xu Xiaoshou practiced the ancient swordsmanship, after acquiring Sword Ancestor’s Path, could he not also be considered a swordsman?

With the distinction between having and lacking a devilish mark, and some focused on controlling the mark while others didn’t, Xu Xiaoshou’s current attempts to seize the sword compared to before seemed as hard as reaching heaven.

"Utterly foolish!"

Saint Xin sneered, internally calculating within the Apricot Realm; as long as suppliers of the Power of Name were not eliminated, Xu Xiaoshou’s combat strength remained limitless.

The Way of Name was more nauseating than Xu Xiaoshou’s irritating babble!

Especially the Ming Sword Skill!

Outside the tardy Method Sky Beyond, Xu Xiaoshou barely cared about the near injury by the Sha sword; now was the time to employ Witness Sword Technique.

In front of the Demon Ancestor!

Before the unremoved branding between the Demon Ancestor and the Sha sword!

He unexpectedly interacted intimately with the Sha sword, even employing multiple back-and-forths through sword cognition, immediately fusing their relationship at the moment.

"You——"

Through the branding, Saint Xin perceived this clearly.

He could even vividly detect the spiritual intelligence of the Sha sword, developing self-loathing after Witness Sword Technique, coveting sword cognition, and craving Xu Xiaoshou.

That was...

The scent of imminent betrayal!

And trapped within the tardy divine palace, unable to intervene, Saint Xin could do nothing!

After Xu Xiaoshou finished wielding Witness Sword Technique, he took a few sweet bites, then extracted all the nurtured sword cognition essence from the Sha sword.

Then he gently caressed the sword body with two fingers.

Contrary to its previous reactions, now the Sha sword did not resist this outsider’s caress, singing comfortably.

Even feeling discontent because of Xu Xiaoshou’s intermittent, ever-closer touch with disparate fingers, it proactively adjusted the sword body, cooperating with this outsider who wasn’t its owner at all.

Saint Xin’s fists tightened, his eyes almost ready to burst with fury.

Clearly just a sword, truly just a sword.

It felt a thorough humiliation, the piercing pain even greater than the previous genuine heartache.

The most nauseating thing is, after Xu Xiaoshou stroked the sword body, he raised the Sorrow Sword to his chest, positioning it between himself and Saint Xin, speaking again:

"You felt it, right, Sorrow Baby."

"Saint Xin can’t satisfy you, but the invincible Lord Xu Xiaoshou can thrill you to your very core."

"So now, if you were to make a choice again, even though you have the Saint Xin’s branding within you, who do you truly wish to follow?"

Buzz!

The Sorrow Sword trembled violently, yet did not release a breath of devilish energy.

With its awakened spiritual intelligence, it fully understood that it could only choose one between Xu and the Saints, and releasing devilish energy would indicate aversion, likely never to enjoy the nourishment of sword cognition again.

After all, the Sorrow Sword is not human, the Sorrow Sword is just a sword.

A famed sword concealing itself in dust is due to inherent nature, a self-act in an era where the Dao ebbs, rightfully, it should be so.

When a famed sword emerges, it naturally yearns for an owner who completely recognizes it and fits perfectly with its body and soul.

From this point, the choice is clear.

In reality, under Witness Sword Technique, whether a spiritual sword or famed sword, there wouldn’t be a second choice possibility, unless Saint Xin possesses Witness Sword Technique.

"Buzz!"

The Sorrow Sword vibrated, voluntarily cracking the devil branding within its sword body.

Despite suffering extensive spiritual damage and possibly becoming completely useless, it resolutely severed ties with Saint Xin, throwing itself to a new owner.

With a sizzling sound, the devil branding after all originates from Saint Xin.

This kind of forced relationship severance led to a sudden loss of spiritual quality in the Sorrow Sword, causing the sword body to lose all its luster.

Even its aura dropped rapidly from above famed swords to ninth-grade, third-grade, six-grade, seemingly destined to plunge into the depths of nine-grade, ten-grade spiritual swords.

"Good baby, a wise sword chooses its master carefully, since you’ve firmly chosen me, I won’t let you come to harm."

Xu Xiaoshou utilized the Witness Sword Technique again, injecting sword cognition into the Sorrow Sword.

Instantly, it stabilized the sword’s degrading quality.

Then, with continuous interaction, it quickly healed the damage inflicted by the sword’s self-unbinding.

Though it’s impossible to restore it completely in an instant, like with Elephant Dragon six-grade, Elephant Dragon ten-grade, Elephant Dragon third-grade, it utilized the Sorrow Sword’s already remarkable foundation to stabilize it at the rank of Sovereign Cut.

"Oh my god..."

Under the Transmission Sky Curtain of the Apricot Realm, the expressions of the spectators became extremely complex at this moment.

With countless words wanting to express admiration, they could only stifle it into a few brief phrases:

"Lord Shou, impressive."

"No doubt, this is truly impressive."

...

"Ah——"

In the Delayed Law Kingdom, witnessing this scene, Saint Xin punched out, directly blowing up the space in front of him.

Is there any difference between this and incompetent fury?

The enemy is right before him, yet wanting to fight but not daring to, wanting to emerge but not daring to.

In the end, they just let themselves be pushed back forty feet by a Spirit Crystal, and with a few sentences, watched the Sorrow Sword betray him to his face, while he hid like a turtle in the Delayed Law Kingdom?

Humiliation!

Utter humiliation!

"Ah ah ah——"

Saint Xin growled hoarsely, his eyes turning blood-red.

He felt the tension within him, provoked multiple times, after enduring beyond what was bearable, choosing to endure, endure again, enduring once more, on the verge of snapping.

"Explode!"

Saint Xin waved his hand, completely disregarding the twelve swords.

He sacrificed the devil branding from the remaining seven swords on the spot, exploding Xu Xiaoshou into dust and catching him off guard.

Seizing this brief instant, he stepped out of the Delayed Law Kingdom, arriving directly above the Apricot Realm, exuding a terrifying killing intent and speaking with crazed voice and expression:

"Dare to covet this ancestor’s twelve swords, then let your billions of Apricot Realm citizens pay with their lives!"

Rumbling...

High above the Apricot Realm, devil clouds gathered, casting a heavy shadow upon the whole world, covering all light.

A giant devilish hand condensed, descending with a menacing posture, like it’s about to crush countless ants, pressing down with immense force.

Whoa!

Yet at this moment, a rushing wind sound emerged beside Saint Xin.

That black-clothed figure deserving a thousand cuts approached like maggots clinging to bones, speaking with teasing tone:

"Could it be possible, thousands, tens of thousands awaited just that moment when Saint Xin voluntarily emerged from the turtle shell?"