I Am Loaded With Passive Skills

Chapter 3820: Chapter 1843: Ulcerous Orifice

"Hua Changdeng!"

"The renowned Ghost Sword Immortal of the past, have you been reduced to bullying the weak now?"

On Lingyu Mountain, when Zhu Yike and Li Fugui were both drawn into the lamp, the one who stood out next was Xiao Kongtong.

Everyone was surprised, gazing intently.

Xiao Kongtong had shed the guise of the Eighth Sword Deity and had put down the large sack he always carried.

The sack was handed over to Lei Shuangxing.

Holding the ethereal and transparent Kongtong Formless Sword, Xiao Kongtong faced the formidable Holy Emperor, his fighting spirit soaring.

"He’s mad. How dare he step out? Even the Moonless Sword Deity doesn’t want to fight!"

"The master brother of Fringe Moon Immortal City, ranked second among the Seven Sword Deities, a disciple of Bazhun’an... Yes, he has many titles, but that’s Hua Changdeng, who has suppressed him for a generation!"

"Isn’t this sending himself to death? Why haven’t Lord Shou and the Eighth Sword Deity shown up yet? Have they truly turned into cowards, relying on their subordinates to hold the stage?"

"No! The ancient swordsman has no limits. If it’s Xiao Kongtong, perhaps he could succeed..."

Some were tense, some expectant.

Many were still just watching the show, keeping a great distance, waiting for the clash between the two sides, fearing to be affected by the aftermath.

At this moment, as the situation connected with the current state of affairs, everyone started to see something.

Hua Changdeng came from the Ghost Buddha, the Time Realm Rift of the Northern Region’s Seven Breaks descended the three ancestral gods, fortunately, with Kui Leihan’s return, it could be slightly countered.

Yet, Lord Shou, Bazhun’an and others haven’t appeared, likely delayed by something.

Maybe, this is the backup plan of Hua Changdeng and others!

At this moment, when those in charge don’t show up, but their subordinates flood in, before the Holy Emperor, each may fall in an instant.

The wise choice, everyone knows, is "wait!"

Yet, Xiao Kongtong stepped up, indicating the situation with Bazhun’an over there is not optimistic at all.

"Information came from the Southern Region, Lord Zhu seems to have escaped over there, trying to enter the sword pavilion for protection, but unfortunately, he was reversed by Holy Emperor Hua with the Time Dao..."

"Reversing time across a region, truly terrifying!"

"Zhu Yike is not weak, but despite using all his skills, he couldn’t withstand a single look from Holy Emperor Hua, the disparity evident."

"His actions seemed to be protecting another soul?"

"Is it Lord Li? This aura feels so familiar. The last time I was fortunate to enter the Crystal Palace and saw him, this felt like Lord Li’s aura..."

"It’s over, Lord Shou’s right-hand men, all gone. If Xiao Kongtong falls, that’s the Eighth Sword Deity’s disciple being slain too. What comes next... Haha, there’s a good show to watch!"

"..."

Public uproar.

Xiao Kongtong certainly wasn’t out for a mere façade, nor like Lord Shou’s spectacles.

Standing before everyone, his sword power climbed step by step, eventually revealing sharpness, power thrusting skyward, as if he intended to split Hua Changdeng in two with a single sword.

"He’s serious..."

Others sneered at him, while midway up Lingyu Mountain, among the four children of the Burial Sword Tomb, Su Qianqian was moved.

From the moment Xiao Kongtong passed the sack to Lei Shuangxing, withdrew the Double Needles from his sleeve, Life Sword, and other famed swords, leaving only the Kongtong Formless Sword he’s nurtured for long, drawn forth...

From this, it could be seen that this master brother of Fringe Moon Immortal City had indeed resolved to fight to the death.

He is determined to die, for the Dao.

Or perhaps for "To hear the Dao in the morning and die in the evening."

"Is it worth it?"

Su Qianqian silently murmured.

She still couldn’t quite comprehend such resolve.

Seeing Xiao Kongtong, at the moment of his soaring sword force, she seemed to see all the sword protectors up and down Su Mansion in the depicted scene, and even her grandfather.

Gu Qingyi noticed his little junior sister’s emotional fluctuation, slightly turning his eyes: "Are you okay?"

Su Qianqian shook her head, biting her lower lip: "Master brother, if the final outcome is death..." She couldn’t continue.

Gu Qingyi heard half a sentence, already knowing his junior sister’s thoughts.

He pondered briefly, his gaze appearing slightly bewildered: "I don’t know, perhaps only when that moment comes..."

"Master brother, if that moment truly comes, will you go up?" Su Qianqian gazed at him.

Gu Qingyi silently shook his head, refusing to reply further.

...

"Senior Hua!"

Amid the battle, Xiao Kongtong stared at the copper lamp that returned to Hua Changdeng, and raised his voice:

"The ancient swordsman advances without retreat, never oppressing the weak unless they challenge proactively, this is the ancient custom, did the junior say it correctly?"

Hua Changdeng’s eyelid did not lift, pointing fingers at the copper lamp flame.

"Soul search."

With a sizzle, the flame brightened several degrees.

Inside seemed another world, emitting an exceedingly terrible but very muffled shriek:

"Ahhhhh——"

Lingyu is silent and covered with heavy snow.

Everyone shuddered, recognizing it was the voice of Zhu Yike.

So a soul locked into the copper lamp flame would not die, still enduring the torture of soul search?

"Ghost Sword Immortal!"

Xiao Kongtong’s eyes blazed with fury, his sword-wielding hand trembling slightly from exertion, shouted: "I respect you as a senior in the Way of the Sword, yet you treat a junior’s challenge as nothing, is this the manner of a senior?"

Nothing...

Hua Changdeng finished searching Zhu Yike’s soul without finding any trace of Bazhun’an, the man truly didn’t know.

He turned to Li Fugui, perhaps this person knew more.

"Soul search."

Once again, a finger pointed, and the copper lamp flame emitted screams.

This time, everyone heard clearly, it was the familiar voice of Lord Li. True, Lord Shou’s right-hand men were fully compromised.

"I know Bazhun’an’s whereabouts!"

Xiao Kongtong couldn’t wait any longer, shouted: "Even if you have searched their souls and achieved something, my teacher won’t appear, and if he doesn’t appear, they have nothing to do with this matter."