I Am Loaded With Passive Skills

Chapter 3897: Chapter 1869: Game Theory (Part 2)

Unexpectedly, it seems now that if the two do not become Gods and Ancestors in this battle, it would be a futile fight, unavoidable of a deadlock.

"Battle of the Ancestral Gods!"

Around Spirit Lake, throughout the five regions, everyone’s hearts burned with excitement.

Not to mention anything else, today they are sure to witness the true Sword Opening Mystical Gate, perhaps sealing two Sword Gods.

As for whether these two Sword Gods will die or meet another fate, that remains to be seen.

"To ponder..."

Hua Changdeng silently repeated, draining his cup of wine, looking at Bazhun’an:

"An ancient swordsman moves forward unyieldingly, what need is there to ponder?"

Suddenly, Spirit Lake rippled.

Everyone could see, vaguely gathering above Bazhun’an’s head, the imposing force that lingered, shattered into nothing as Hua Changdeng placed his cup on the stone table.

No denial...

Everyone understood then, the Eighth Sword Deity had guessed the dilemma of the Holy Emperor Hua correctly!

Bazhun’an seemed oblivious to the unusual happenings, nor did he mind the borrowed force being easily dispersed.

He continued pouring from the jade pot, slowly filling the cup.

Hua Changdeng’s cup had just been emptied when, with a gurgling sound, it was filled again, faster than all the other cultivators of the five regions.

"Brother Hua, you’re mistaken..."

This time, before he finished speaking, Hua Changdeng interrupted with a wave of his sleeve: "It’s my turn."

Good!

The spectators from the five regions eagerly awaited.

Seeing Hua Changdeng broken from his dilemma, not discouraged but facing adversity, challenging the Eighth Sword Deity, the crowd became excited.

Isn’t a one-sided situation boring?

Conflict and confrontation are most delightful!

"If they are not battling over the Path, but out of jealousy for this princess, how wonderful that would be..." Someone began to immerse themselves in the Second World of Fantasy Sword Technique.

"Please."

Before the stone table, Bazhun’an smiled, hinting for him to continue without interruption.

Hua Changdeng’s face was serene, gently rotating the golden cup at his fingertips, feeling the penetrating power of the sword cognition within, he spoke lightly:

"I’ve long heard of how the Saint Servant excels at strategizing, plotting against the five regions, first using Fen Qin, then Night Cat, first unseating Old Gou, then Senior Rao Yaoyao, stopping those who dared venturing the Way of the Sword for thirty years, till today, only to safeguard the name of the ’Eighth Sword Deity’.

Hiss!

Could it be understood this way?

Everyone swish looked towards the Moonless Sword Deity on site, each family leader focused on the only living individual in Hua Changdeng’s tale.

Gou Wuyue remained calm and unmoved, as if it wasn’t him being referenced.

Hua Changdeng did not pause, he continued:

"The Abyss Island incident, Yu Mo father succeeding son, upturning norms, only to reverse the situation in the end."

"The Black and White veins have lurked till now, the Holy Emperors emerging together, just to cut off the Stairway to Heaven, and to continue the luck of the Shengshen Continent for half a year."

"As for the proceedings thus far, you’ve all succeeded in them."

"Dao Qiongcang’s chess skills are already exceptionally high, yet as the Dao reaches one foot higher, the Saint Servant is ten feet taller, the first-in-command Saint Servant’s layout, cannot be said not to be exquisite."

With praise reaching this point, it seemed everyone heard that "but."

Sure enough, at this point, Hua Changdeng faintly paused, sharply turned in tone, with a bit of amusement in his voice:

"After thirty years of circles, flipping clouds and rain, the first-in-command Saint Servant Bazhun’an, never entered the arena."

"Now, Hua personally doesn’t quite understand the situation, knowing there are tigers on the mountain, Eighth Sword Deity’s chess skills so high, one must know to lead from the front, yet whoever dares enter this game faces certain death."

"Yet you, you’re here."

"Why, what drives you?"

He stared at Bazhun’an, who smiled silently, and softly asked: "Did you find a better chess player, willingly becoming the pawn?"

With a sudden uproar, the five regions erupted.

Returning the gesture was only courteous, Hua Changdeng tossed the words back without change.

From the sound of it, was Bazhun’an nothing more than cannon fodder as well, would he also die when this game ends?

"Who?"

All the five regions started guessing who the new player was.

Hua Changdeng is not one to dawdle, calmly revealing a name:

"Xu Xiaoshou?"

Lord Shou?

Lord Shou became the player, and the Eighth Sword Deity became his pawn?

The spectators across the five regions felt it absurd, a Saint Servant’s first-in-command, a newly promoted second-in-command saint servant, surely Lord Shou had recently gained fame, but compared to the Eighth Sword Deity...

Doesn’t that flip the hierarchy?

"Oh right, Lord Shou, Lord Shou seems really not here!"

Everyone looked left and right, realizing they’d forgotten about Lord Shou’s existence if Hua Changdeng hadn’t mentioned it.

Bazhun’an did not avoid the question, but retorted: "Knowing there are tigers on the mountain, yet marching ahead... Brother Hua, do you consider yourself the tiger, and I the bait?"

Ripples ever so slightly touched Spirit Lake, the lakes of people’s hearts equally stirred lightly.

The tension quietly spreading, it seemed everyone could see the scene where this pair of ancient swordsmen ended up fighting.

Yet Hua Changdeng was not easily provoked, shaking his head with a chuckle:

"Mountains always have more than one tiger."

"An easy way out is too difficult, the Eighth Sword Deity hasn’t given me a direct answer, are you thinking about the next question already?"

Bazhun’an could only smile and nod.

He lifted the golden cup high in hand, unafraid, directly responded:

"Mountains have more than one tiger, nor am I alone."

"The Demon Ancestor’s decree falls at the Cross Corner Street, I have The Divine to assist."

"At the time realm rift when Cursed Yin casts a glance, I have Cao Yihan’s aid."

"Medicine Ghost not yet united, Bei Huai being a great threat, more with Brother Hua’s impending robbing path, four forces creating mutual restraint, each difficult to sever."

He drank the cup dry, with utmost cheer and indulgence, voice raised in laughter:

"It’s bound to happen, I, Bazhun’an, merely step forward in what naturally should be, why lament?"

Is this...

A clear declaration?

The five regions, hearing this, truly felt apprehensive.

"At Cross Corner Street there’s a Demon Ancestor, at the time realm rift there’s Cursed Yin, goodness, are they planning to conquer our Shengshen Continent!"