I Am Loaded With Passive Skills

Chapter 3885: Chapter 1865: Late_3

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At the moment he threw out Xuan Cang, Xiao Wanfeng admitted, he acted on impulse.

It wasn’t Xuan Cang’s guidance, it was just that the blood rushed to his head, and seeing Master Siren struggling alone at the front, he didn’t think much and just acted.

And when all the eyes of the mountain turned, from the Burial Sword Tomb, Fringe Moon Immortal City, the Feng family in the Southern Region, and even sword deities like Elder Wuyue...

Everyone knew that at this moment, across the five regions, it wasn’t just the spectators, but all eyes were drawn to this moment because of his action. There was a moment when boldness surged within Xiao Wanfeng, and it was genuine.

"Wu..."

But amidst the chaotic thoughts and feelings, he heard the sorrowful cry of Xuan Cang again.

This sword, which usually instigated him into troubles with others, was now clearly telling him to draw the sword and leave quickly, not to steal the limelight!

Should he leave?

Xiao Wanfeng was not a person who liked to show off strength.

But when he saw the weeds and rubble on the hillside through the blood hole in Master Siren’s back, he took a deep breath and stepped forward to hold Master Siren back.

He placed himself directly in front of Hua Changdeng.

"Xiao Wanfeng..." Gu Qinger’s face was shocked, with shame, excitement, a unwillingness to be overshadowed, but more was admiration.

"Xiao Wanfeng..." Lei Shuangxing subconsciously took half a step forward. Previously, this person was not in his mind, only knowing that this Xiao was a server at the First Pavilion in the Sky.

"Xiao Wanfeng..." At the tavern in the former Fusang City, the crowd who had seen Xiao Wanfeng slay a Higher Void, even the demi-saints, now looked on in disbelief — that Hua is not a Higher Void!

"Xiao Wanfeng!"

When preachers from every family uttered this name, the entire five regions truly came to recognize this youth.

They watched as the youth used one hand to hold back the elderly man, bearing alone the overwhelming night shadows pressing down on the five regions upon his slender, youthful shoulders.

They watched as the youth bowed his head, trembling all over, fists clenched, but stubbornly resisted, with neck reddened, veins bulging, like a dazzling flower blooming full of life force.

"Young Master Xu, if you were me, what would you do at this moment?" Thoughts wildly surged in Xiao Wanfeng’s mind as he tried hard to lift his head, lift his head, lift his head...

Lift your head, Xiao Wanfeng!

It’s just Hua Changdeng, just the Holy Emperor, lift your head, and face directly the sword deities in your eyes!

"Hah!"

Xiao Wanfeng shouted angrily, abruptly raising his head, looking straight ahead.

His pupils, however, dilated instantly.

...

"Wu——"

The entire Heaven and Earth darkened.

Around Lingyu Mountain, far away, everyone’s figures vanished.

Distant wails of fierce ghosts echoed into the mind, intangible phantoms clawing at ears and hearts, the noise becoming piercingly loud.

Heaven and Earth were shrouded in darkness.

Above the green robes, pairs of eerie cold ghost eyes split open, prying cracks to reveal faces of fierce ghosts hundreds of meters large.

Some bore three heads and six arms, with azure faces and fanged jaws of degenerated gods and Buddhas, spirits of extraterrestrial fierce beasts appeared, they roared from the heavens, and in an instant, all stars withered.

"Boom boom boom boom boom..."

Heaven and Earth shattered, Path Principles collapsed.

The entire world ravaged by thunder disasters, storms ceaselessly, as if doomsday descended, taking all unsuspecting foreign living entities with them, plummeting into Phantom City.

"Weng!"

As divine thoughts trembled violently, Xiao Wanfeng’s face turned pale, finally seeing clearly the person right in front of him.

Hua Changdeng stood quietly in place.

The entire scenery of Lingyu Mountain, following his gaze, entirely crumbled, as the scene of the Eighteen Layers of Hell rose gradually.

The Yama of the Ten Halls silently encircled him, wielding arms, massive and sky-covering, with mocking faces.

The murky yellow waters of the River of Oblivion cascaded ruthlessly from the Nine Heavens, effortlessly submerging former Yu Lingdi, flooding the Central Yuan world, heading towards the Southern Region.

The water submerged underfoot, half body, chest, chin...

"Ugh."

Suffocation!

Absolute suffocation!

A sense of powerlessness with no struggle, no resistance!

To think, just standing before him, required enduring such terrifying pressure, then what Master Siren had been facing alone...

In the drowning-like suffocation, all illusions conjured by Hua Changdeng’s inadvertent aura pressure were broken by his hoarse voice:

"Young man, I said, I don’t have much patience left..."

Xiao Wanfeng shivered at the voice, like waking from a dream, the first moment supporting his knees — he was almost kneeling.

He raised his head, looking forward.

All illusions, they were all false.

Lingyu Mountain was still Lingyu Mountain, Hua Changdeng was just Hua Changdeng, such a thin person only.

He is human, and so am I.

He cultivates swords, and so do I.

Fighting is out of the question, after all, there is a generational gap, and the time spent in cultivation is too much of a stretch.

But if it were Young Master Xu, merely "speaking," he could buy some time for his side?

Can I?

Xiao Wanfeng didn’t know, could only try his best.

Recalling Young Master Xu’s verbal sword technique, he straighten his posture with effort, took a deep breath, and solemnly cupped his fists:

"Senior Hua!"

It’s not the time for modesty...

Now should be flamboyant, should release his radiance, should take the lead...

He said heavily: "Junior Xiao Wanfeng, in the Phantom Swords Technique, feels he has some understanding, and hopes Senior Hua would not spare..."

Bang!

...

The world went quiet.

Xiao Wanfeng just felt pain between his brows.

Soon after, cold wind followed through the broken hole in the back of his head, wildly churning his brain.

In that instant of being blown away, time seemed to slow down.

Suspended snow halted before his eyes in the void, dancing like butterflies at an extremely slow speed.