I Am Loaded With Passive Skills

Chapter 3702: Chapter 1798: Battle of Emperors

"So accurate!"

Through the branding left in the Cold Palace Emperor Realm, Xu Xiaoshou could perceive the events currently unfolding in Tingyu Pavilion.

He was surprised that Yue Gongli emerged from the Divine Relics, showcasing such divine prowess.

"Isn’t this like Yama calling the roll?"

Dai’er, Yuegong Hui...

Only the Moon Fox lacked the Life Upanishad and Weaving Expertise; at a glance couldn’t tell they were two Divine Puppets.

But just relying on intuition, he almost nailed Dao Qiongcang!

"What a pity."

In non-combat scenarios, the Memory Path of Super Taoization truly exhibits terrifying effects.

Xu Xiaoshou watched helplessly as Yue Gongli soul-searched Dai’er, Yuegong Hui, and ended with the conclusion of "he is very suspicious."

If only he hadn’t been beaten down by Dao Qiongcang, had a bit more confidence, directly obliterate...

Well, to Dao Qiongcang, it would have only been the loss of two Divine Puppets.

Yet, so much time has passed since the Divine Relics, and Yue Gongli still hasn’t realized that Elder Dao the Flamboyant’s Memory Path had undergone Super Taoization?

Hmm, maybe he realized it, but lacked similar Super Taoization insights to resist, perhaps replaced the memory stealthily with the Great Path of Will?

"Truly disgusting."

Even across an entire Holy Emperor’s secret realm, Xu Xiaoshou could feel Dao Qiongcang’s trickiness.

When leaving, he blurred the awareness of all maids inside Tingyu Pavilion during fantasy time, without doing anything redundant.

Yet Ping’er somehow remembered the rough process...

This could only be Elder Dao the Flamboyant’s smokescreen release for self-preservation, or to protect "Dao Dai’er" this Divine Puppet.

And it worked well.

Not only bought time.

Also redirected the blame onto himself, thereby eliminating the possibility of having the Divine Puppet discovered by Yue Gongli during various pursuits.

"But whatever, don’t go to extremes."

Seeing Elder Dao the Flamboyant striving so hard to preserve himself.

Considering they’re friends, and having taken so many memory imprints from him, Xu Xiaoshou boldly displayed his aura.

He used Hua Zhiyao’s identity jade card, adopting a passerby elder’s image, openly teleporting into the Wu Rao Emperor Realm.

For a while, no one will be able to pin him down.

This move of self-exposure was purely to cover for Dao Qiongcang, alleviating his urgent need.

"My path, hope you remember my kindness..."

No longer focusing on Tingyu Pavilion, being in Wu Rao, Xu Xiaoshou polluted the memory imprint here while surveying the surroundings, his first reaction:

"So desolate!"

Looking around, there were shattered walls and ruins everywhere.

Compared to the flowery and bird-chirping Tingyu Pavilion, the Wu Rao Emperor Realm was akin to a wasteland.

The forest collapsed, vegetation withered, rivers and lakes dried up... One couldn’t find a single trace of vitality, only marks of post-battle devastation.

The ground was littered with various large pits and chasms, spanning thousands of miles, as if struck by massive meteors, and crisscrossed with sword scars.

It was easy to see that these were left from the battle between Hua Changdeng and Elder Yu.

The traces of battle extended from east to west, south to north; truly not their own home, no one called a stop, both sides fought without restraint.

And the ones who suffered were naturally the Wu Rao people deprived of the Holy Emperor’s protection.

"Where are the people?"

The surroundings were littered with bones, vultures and condors flew around, yet not a single living person was seen.

Xu Xiaoshou stepped across thousands of miles in an instant, still unable to leave the "battlefield."

He bent down and pinched a handful of soil.

Wu Rao’s yellow soil held the most ancient memories of this place, witnessing all the events that occurred here.

With a sense of understanding, Xu Xiaoshou used bizarre magic, merged himself with the yellow soil, and integrated into this land.

Then he used the Body, Spirit, and Will three paths to comprehend, "assimilating" himself into the dilapidated land of Wu Rao, tracing the past.

"Boom!"

A tremor in his thoughts, he saw the sky shattering, a shadow covering the sky swept across, only the wings of a golden roc were visible, unable to glimpse its full form.

He heard Elder Yu’s voice: "Hua Changdeng, my sanctification of Holy Emperor was accidental, not intending to contest Wu Rao’s land with you Yunshan and all tribes, why are you forcing this?"

As the golden roc passed, a bloody rain descended from the sky.

At that time, Elder Yu was already severely injured, blooded all over, his voice filled with resentment and a touch of helplessness.

A figure in white drifted from afar, holding a lamp in the left hand and a sword in the right, leisurely and composed:

"Having been sanctified as Holy Emperor, ascended the Stairway to Heaven, your ambition is evident, and wounded under the Ghost-hunting Sword, now speaking of ’not intending’..."

He clearly didn’t believe Elder Yu’s words, shook his head slightly, spoke decidedly:

"Fight to this point, there’s no good ending."

Elder Yu was furious, the golden roc flapped its wings, stirring towering waves.

Holy Emperor’s power whistled in mid-air, ravaging Dao techniques, wreaking havoc, but when approaching Hua Changdeng, three swords appeared around him.

Those swords were ethereal, entirely eerie, forming a Three Realms Array stance.

Protected by three swords, Hua Changdeng was not disturbed by Holy Emperor’s power, instead, the Ghost-hunting Sword in his hand slowly sliced forward, the sword before his chest glowed brightly.

"Woo—"𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Not the Kunpeng’s song, but the roar of a fierce ghost.

The chilling sword light cut through the sky, severing the golden roc’s left wing, leaving a tangled, terrifying Sword Will at the wound.

Sword Demon’s Will Ghost!

Xu Xiaoshou felt a chill.

This sword was too strong, casually swung, the Holy Emperor Fish Kunpeng couldn’t withstand, Kunpeng’s defense was like paper.

And after losing the wing, the wound was inlaid with crisscrossing Sword Will, clearly stopping the recovery of vitality.

This kind of situation, Xu Xiaoshou had last seen on Bazhun’an.

Bazhun’an carried the tangled, terrifying sword energy within his body.

Though not as formidable as the current demonstration by Hua Changdeng, it was constantly tormenting one’s body.