I Am Loaded With Passive Skills

Chapter 4026: Chapter 1915: Limit_3

His voice was weak and vague, sounding quite "hoarse," yet beneath his words was a strong confidence.

Xu Xiaoshou felt a little relieved.

He took another glance at that dim spirit and intent, and in a trance, could vaguely detect a sense of familiarity.

When he first met Bazhun’an at the Tiansang Spirit Palace, dismantling Ye Xiaotian’s arm was as easy as flipping a hand.

When he met Bazhun’an again, the great buddha chop quickly defeated Elder Wuyue, but the residual body was weak and almost exhausted afterwards.

On Abyss Island, his Spiritual Cultivation stage had fallen from Innate down to Acquired, unable to fly, and even walking steady was difficult.

Seeing Lingyu again, he was just a mere mortal, afflicted with deafness and blindness, unarmed, yet ultimately summoned ten thousand swords, which opened in a mystical manner.

"The Hidden Sword Technique!"

From beginning to end, all of these occurrences were not because Bazhun’an had fallen into a low point.

But rather, it was his deliberate intention, always walking the path of "Sealing his sword until old."

Even now, as his Indestructible Sword Body was destroyed, and his spiritual will nearly extinct, appearing to be on the verge of death.

It might seem like the end, but thinking from another perspective, might it be that even after the swords opened mystically, he maintained the state of "hidden"?

The thousand-year dream, the peerless sword bone, does it equate only to that dry twig he once used against Elder Wuyue in the Eighth Palace?

Concealing a sword doesn’t mean one cannot unleash it.

Does Sealing his sword until old mean utterly "dying of old age"?

Xu Xiaoshou was startled by this notion, although without any evidence, it provided a form of consolation.

No time for further contemplation, he disclosed everything to Bazhun’an concerning the Ghost Ancestor just now.

Finally, the conversation turned to the scythe of the God of Death: "To throw, or not to throw, that is the question."

This was actually a matter for a chess player to resolve.

However, Xu Xiaoshou could not discern Bazhun’an’s combat strength, as he was in a state of being both "strong and weak," truly unsure of how much more could be handled.

"Throw it!"

Bazhun’an answered resolutely, yet Xu Xiaoshou couldn’t relax.

A chess piece may rush recklessly, simply and rudely, but a chess player has much more to consider.

"If you throw it, and Medicine Ancestor succeeds, can you handle it in your current condition?"

Xu Xiaoshou was really contemplating if sacrificing the Di Ying Holy Plant was necessary.

Certainly, selling out a friend was wrong, but if not, inside and outside the Apricot Realm, all the Saints and Servants would die.

Is it a matter of saving oneself or saving others, perhaps this dilemma should be reconsidered.

"Aren’t you still here?" Bazhun’an chuckled.

Xu Xiaoshou was taken aback.

Are you considering me as a trump card?

I think you still have the potential to erupt once more, it won’t be me stepping in because you really might perish!

"Are you joking?"

"Yes."

This is madness!

At death’s door, you still dare to make such hellish jokes?

Xu Xiaoshou replied with poor grace: "Actually, you could let go and let me do it, and if it’s because you feel embarrassed to seek my help in front of your Nuer..."

Buzz!

Before the words were finished, the Northern Region sky trembled.

The "Hua Ancestor," with blood-red eyes, holding some unknown will, had completely "returned."

With a maddened intent to kill sweeping through the five regions, it laughed and searched for someone, yet seemed to have lost its target:

"Sss hahahahaha..."

"Come out! Come out! Bazhun’an——"

...

Bazhun’an was right there in Lingyu.

The five regions gazed upon Hua Ancestor as if looking at a blind man.

Again at Bazhun’an, as if seeing a cripple.

A battle of cripples beyond the highest limits of one blind and one disabled?

The crucial point was whether Hua Ancestor, in their last moment of consciousness, could Bazhun’an in this state withstand one sword from him?

Everyone’s eyes were fixed on Bazhun’an’s flickering residual spirit and intent, ready to be extinguished by the wind.

Bazhun’an stood with solemn bearing, eyes northward, yet his intent clung on unwaveringly, his tone turning exceedingly serious:

"Xu Xiaoshou!"

"Yes?"

"My time is running out."

"What do you mean?"

"Do as he said, and when the time is right, throw out the scythe of the God of Death!"

...

"Bazhun’an!"

The slain and humiliated Hua Ancestor finally found a target for retribution.

With bloodthirsty eyes locked, his figure surged forward, during which the three swords of the Sword Demon flew out, shining with eerie light around him.

"Boom!"

The three-flower crown atop dissipated, and the Ancestral God’s aura disintegrated.

Hua Changdeng voluntarily descended from the Holy Emperor Realm, wielding Ghost Hunter like a cloud-piercing arrow in an attack.

Yet the Power of Divinity inside him didn’t vanish!

His realm descended, as if deliberately shrinking the container, compressing the energy within, making it even more boiling!

"Buzz."

The overflowing soul power bloomed into a bright Way of the Sword Power Upanishad Formation at his feet.

The swords of the Sword Demon spun around Hua Changdeng, with mystical veils arising from his back, increasingly radiant as he advanced.

"Mystical?"

"Sword openness?"

"Hua Ancestor fell back to Holy Emperor, yet Hua Changdeng wanted to open mystically too, ascending again to Ancestral God Realm?"

The power burst from soul reincarnation was already astonishing to behold.

This compression and release, fluctuating between Holy Emperor and Ancestral God dual realms, ignoring the limits of foundational roots and future prospects, was truly jaw-dropping.

Hua Changdeng was truly mad!

At least, judging by his expression, his obsession was insane!

"Bazhun’an!"

"Bazhun’an——"

...

A mystical glow rose in the Northern Region.

The boiling obsession and killing intent crushed seas and mountains on the footprints left by the peerless sword bone.

Hua Changdeng charged with his sword, his aura growing sharper with every step.

Bazhun’an stood in ceremonial attention, his aura becoming more withered with every breath.

Even Xu Xiaoshou wondered where this deadpan man got his confidence from, daring to stand still, saying "Time is short"...

Wait!

He suddenly thought of something Dao Qiongcang said earlier, about stepping out of the game...

"What are you really trying to say?"

Hua Changdeng rushed swiftly, Xu Xiaoshou waiting for a "but."

But until the end, Bazhun’an did not say "but," he only looked forward, his tone becoming increasingly resolute:

"Xu Xiaoshou, my time is almost up."

"Before I leave, I will clear as many obstacles as possible for you...and the hardest ones can only be left to you."