I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 3110

Chapter 3110: Chapter 1597: Knowing the Mistake, Admitting the Mistake but Not Correcting It, Beauty Buries Herself in the Hallmaster’s Chest

Hallmaster Bai Zhou there had not even reached the peak of his anger, while the opponent, a Hallmaster for thirty years, had already bowed and bent to you, the dark organization leader.

What else could be done?

Bai Zhou believed that if he exposed his real feelings, he could not sustain the combined power of all the saints present.

Given that, he could only go with the flow and tolerate this matter.

“Enough.”

He waved his sleeve, grabbed the gourd, and took a few gulps, muttering sullenly, “I accept it!”

Seeing this, Xu Xiaoshou inwardly heaved a sigh of relief. At the same time, he couldn’t help but feel some indignant empathy.

From the depth of his heart, he approved of Dao Qiongcang’s decisive action, for there was no longer so much time for everyone to slowly push and pull and verify identities.

But this matter itself was just too unfair. Why can you test me, but I can’t resist?

But then again…

In a world of the survival of the strongest, being weak is the original sin.

The weak deserve to be fed to the Fire Seed, sacrificed as cannon fodder, and tested.

What could be done?

Xu Xiaoshou, who was leading the situation, didn’t want to lead such a mess at all. With a fierce glance again at Elder Dao the Flamboyant, he said sternly:

“There won’t be a next time, otherwise, I will take action!”

Good… Dao Qiongcang silently nodded, his gaze shifting vaguely towards the Saint Servants.

Bai Zhou had no problems; could the issue lie with these individuals?

The Woodcutter and Axe… recognizing the mistake but not correcting it, Dao Qiongcang particularly focused on Cen Qiaofu; if there were a next time, he would still take action.

Just as Xu Xiaoshou thought, Dao Qiongcang also knew there wasn’t much time for “slow verification.”

Someone had to step up and play the bad guy so that Hallmaster Shou could advance better.

Dao Qiongcang had himself been a Hallmaster and he used to be bothered by Ai Cangsheng not acting tough enough in his role as the bad guy. Now that it was his turn, he certainly knew how to handle it — having no limits is the best way to be the bad guy!

…

“Let’s go!”

Double Axe was fine, Bai Zhou was fine, Xu Xiaoshou realized that they truly couldn’t keep spinning their wheels here.

Among these few people, there was very little trust.

Trust was also something that, over time, would be gradually worn away.

Soon, more minor issues and troubles would arise, even old issues being dredged up — this was certainly the scenario the Cursed Yin Evil God wanted to see most.

So, dawdling further would mean the team wouldn’t move two steps before falling apart mentally.

But to talk about “departing”…

Everyone looked towards Xu Xiaoshou, as there were two people originally pointing the way, whose directions should they follow?

“I’ve been to the Fate Temple.”

Yue Gongli, not sure where his confidence came from, actually thought his direction was more accurate than the terrifying Dao Qiongcang.

Xu Xiaoshou himself had a direction to the Fate Temple, but could not be sure.

He looked towards Dao Qiongcang.

After some pondering, the latter spoke, “If you all are still uncertain, I suggest following Yue Gongli.”

These words, without even glancing at the others, clearly talked directly to Xu Xiaoshou.

He knows I have a direction too… Xu Xiaoshou immediately understood, this old fellow definitely knew he had tampered with the God-Slaying Token.

“Okay.”

He agreed without a second thought.

Dao Qiongcang certainly had his own considerations if he trusted Yue Gongli this much.

“Thank you.”

With approval obtained, Yue Gongli was tearful, words of flair almost spilling out one after another from his mouth.

But before he could even open his mouth, Xu Xiaoshou gave him a cold look:

“If you spout nonsense again, I will take action.”

Uh… Yue Gongli grimaced painfully, silently lowering his head and walking to the Yin Coffin, opening the flat casket.

“Huh?”

The Six Marrow Corpse King walked out upside down, looking around, quite fierce and charming.

“Would you straighten up a bit!” Yue Gongli couldn’t help himself and fiercely kicked at it, changing its resting pose with a kick.

He clenched his teeth and inhaled sharply, his face bearing an expression he couldn’t quite maintain as he commanded:

“Go scout, to the Fate Temple, the one we’ve been to.”

Huh?

The Six Marrow Corpse King turned its head to stare at him, as if contemplating something.

After staring for a while, it suddenly grabbed the Yin Coffin and started smashing it toward Yue Gongli.

“Damn… don’t… ugh… help… ah ah ah…”

Dust flew everywhere.

Yue Gongli was smashed into the ground.

Everyone stood in place, their expressions complex.

Xu Xiaoshou’s heart was filled with mixed feelings, even considering turning back to the First Heaven for a moment.

How was he supposed to lead this team?

Not a single one of this group had their act together, yet they wanted to fight against the Cursed Yin Evil God?

…

This smashing lasted for quite some time.

Yue Gongli, completely unguarded against his own corpse, was hard-controlled from start to finish as his Corpses King dragged him into a deep underground pit.

“Not right.”

Watching it go tens, hundreds of meters deep, violently carved by the Six Marrow Corpse King, Dao Qiongcang suddenly frowned.

Maybe it’s not just making trouble?

Finally, at a certain tipping point, an enraged figure burst through the smoke and soared into the sky, blood-soaked and in a sorry state, Yue Gongli burst out of the earth:

“Rebelling against you?”

He pinched his hand seals, just about to trigger and teach the rebellious Corpse King a lesson.

Swoosh.

The Six Marrow Corpse King also jumped out from a hole akin to a rat’s burrow, its whereabouts unknown underground, and it first threw the Yin Coffin out, using it as a shield.

Then it flexed its knees and slung out an ancient plaque that had been trapped between them, the plaque swooping in a beautiful arc, hitting Yue Gongli’s upturned buttocks where he couldn’t see.

Sizzle…

Blood stained the Fate Temple.

“Damn!”

Yue Gongli screamed, covering his buttocks.

Just as he thought of retaliating, he turned and looked, the plaque had slammed into the ground, with three big characters visible on it:

“Fate Temple…”