I Am Loaded With Passive Skills

Chapter 3823: Chapter 1844: Swan Song

"Such a young Hua Changdeng!"

Compared to the mature and weathered Hua Uncle of Lingyu Mountain.

This Hua Changdeng in the Second World is like a tender young man.

In his early twenties, at the height of youth, listening to his self-mutterings, at this time, had he not yet begun his self-imprisonment in the Land of Screen and Candles?

"It’s not a fair victory..."

"Could it be that at this stage, Hua Changdeng had just fought with Bazhun’an? I knew this battle had tricks; the Eighth Sword Deity couldn’t have lost!"

"What counts as a loss, what counts as a win? But then again, wasn’t Hua Changdeng forced into seclusion in the Land of Screen and Candles because Elder You Tu ascended the Sacred Mountain and scattered osmanthus flowers all over it?"

"Elder You Tu used the Seven Swords of the Moving Heavens to decapitate the former Hallmaster of the Holy Divine Palace, leading to the rise of the later Hallmaster Dao, if I’m not mistaken?"

"What I heard was that Elder You and the Ghost Sword Immortal also battled fiercely, to the point that even the God Worship Willow Tree became a broken stump. In the end, the two signed a contract: the Ghost Sword Immortal could not leave the mountain for thirty years, and Elder You Tu would never emerge again..."

"Hiss, which one is true?"

After all, it concerned the face of the Holy Divine Palace.

This past, like the battle with Hua Ba, is a secret on the continent, known by few.

Someone disengaged from the discussions of the past, surprised that these spectators in the Second World could communicate without being affected by the Fantasy Sword Technique.

Xiao Kongtong’s control over the Second World was indeed beyond marvelous.

His Power of Sword was, as a matter of millimeters, entirely infused into Hua Changdeng.

Then could Holy Emperor Hua Changdeng withstand the Eldest Senior Brother of Fringe Moon Immortal City’s full-force strike, "Sever Youth"?

"Sizzle."

In the dim environment, candle wax sizzled, and the candle flame flickered.

After getting drunk, Hua Changdeng leaned against a broken willow, sitting with his head drooped, seemingly fast asleep.

The crowd had discerned the intention behind Xiao Kongtong’s sword strike, which could not be said to be without guile:

"If you want to kill Hua Changdeng in his infancy, you’d have to face the five great aristocratic families of the Holy Emperor on the Stairway to Heaven, and the risk is too great."

"If you go for him when he’s young, Hua Changdeng might not be as strong as now, but he’s always alert, possibly in communication with his future self, realizing something."

"Only at this moment, in a drunken state after self-pity, with his attention still entirely on the previous battle with Hua Ba before sleeping and no precaution against unknown dangers—this period is Hua Changdeng’s weakest!"

But...

Is this really the weakest?

Many realized that since Xiao Kongtong had struck, it couldn’t be a random choice of the so-called "weakest period," there must be a plan.

And in the Second World·Sever Youth, after all the picking and choosing, even the weakest period of Hua Changdeng is this strong...

Is this the value of the previous generation of Seven Sword Deities?

"Buzz!"

In a dark place, a sudden sword cry.

A silver light flashed from the void, out of place with this world, and everyone immediately realized that Xiao Kongtong’s sword must have slashed from the future.

"It’s here!"

The crowd eagerly awaited.

Yet, Hua Changdeng in the Land of Screen and Candles was completely unaware, sleepily unaware.

"Look quickly, it’s the Kongtong Formless Sword!"

The silver light pierced through shattered streams, momentarily like eternity.

From the crack, the Kongtong Formless Sword emerged inch by inch, outwardly appearing as a sword, internally like a backbone, illusory and transparent, its sharpness compelling.

This sword, imbued with the sword cognition, accumulated over decades by Xiao Kongtong, with power condensed into substance, the sword cognition flowing into liquid.

Since the founding of Fringe Moon Immortal City, it only appeared during the battle against Yan Wuse on Abyss Island and later to protect Fringe Moon Immortal City, twice.

Rarely faced with rivals, in other times, Xiao Kongtong hardly had the opportunity to use it, and now it could be said to be unleashed with full force, showing full respect for his predecessor.

The sword body swept across, every inch causing a sonic boom for thousands of miles, shaking the high skies of Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe, causing layers of black holes.

Its speed, however, was faster than the speed of sound, arriving in a flash!

The crowd, in just a moment’s distraction, saw the Kongtong Formless Sword which had been thousands of miles away, now fiercely nailed, aiming at Hua Changdeng’s head under the drooping broken willow!

"It’s going to succeed!"

Silver sword cognition liquid droplets splashed slightly into the void with the sword body’s momentum.

But without the pull of the Kongtong Formless Sword, the splashed drop of sword cognition liquid, its remaining force spreading open, could already shred the Path Principles.

It’s imaginable that if the Kongtong Formless Sword, carrying the full power of sword cognition, truly stabbed Hua Changdeng, even a Holy Emperor would struggle to withstand it.

"Hoo..."

At this moment, the ancient table’s withered lamp flickered with the candle flame.

Hua Changdeng, with his head drooped under the broken willow, suddenly lifted his head, his eyes opened—too late, for the Kongtong Formless Sword was just at his brow!

"Die!"

Among the spectators, someone shouted excitedly, their face flushed.

But Hua Changdeng, being struck by the Kongtong Formless Sword, only showed a small indentation between his brows...

The sword power was stopped!

"How is this possible?"

The strength of Xiao Kongtong’s sword, from the various minute details, was already evident.

Did Hua Changdeng cultivate his physique?

But even a Holy Emperor’s physique couldn’t possibly withstand such a ferocious sword of Penetrating Divine Senses!

"Wow..."

The Land of Screen and Candles, accompanied by a soft sound.

At this time, the tens of thousands of miles of void of Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe rippled with intangible force waves, seemingly caused by two extremely strong and fierce forces clashing.

One was the Kongtong Formless Sword, as everyone knew.

But the other force, where did it come from?

It couldn’t be seen, but as soon as the force wave swept, the entire world was cracked like a spider web!

"Is the Second World going to be shattered?"

The spectators from Lingyu Mountain brought into this place, each felt their faces stinging, like being cut by a thousand knives, clearly suffering the residual force’s impact of an old sin.

Xiao Kongtong’s figure finally condensed.