I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 3191

Chapter 3191: Chapter 1624: If asked who is the greatest among the Tianjiao, a young man aged 20 beheaded Cursed Yin_3

Unbound by rules, unrestricted by the Great Path;

Unlimited by subjectivity, unaffected by external things.

In short, soar freely like a celestial steed!

The more one soars like a celestial steed, the more they can transcend self and wield the sword of soaring freedom!

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“All sword techniques must adhere to the principles of swordsmanship, except for the Carefreeness, which does not conform to any rules!”

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Sword light should not originate from the sword;

Sword Will is not necessarily stronger with more intensity;

Sword Force must be like thunder coming from silence!

“It should arise from the heart, reach beyond the skies, originate outside of oneself, without a fixed form, breaking free from conventional thinking, and from a perspective that no one, including oneself, can anticipate before making the move—this is the Carefreeness.”

Hallmaster Dao was slightly distracted, looking at the bisected Cursed Yin of Wangze Holy Emperor, recalling the words of Elder Wuyue.

At that time, that guy wasn’t audacious enough to try to exceed the realm of ‘Carefreeness’ with his Sword God’s Carefreeness technique and achieve the state he desired of Returning to its Origins:

“Start from the sword itself, launch from self, with the force of thunder, make a startling impression!”

A grand idea, isn’t it?

Skipping the states of ‘seeing the mountain as a mountain, and seeing the mountain not as a mountain,’ and reaching the third floor…

Then Gou Wuyue, the Cliff-Dropping Gou Wuyue, was born.

Thirty years later, still falling, still wildly speeding.

Whether the one-armed Gou Wuyue in the sea of suffering found his third realm Carefreeness Sword within the constraints of the Holy Divine Palace, and hit the tree that blocked his fall halfway down the cliff, to this day Hallmaster Dao can’t be fully certain.

But for that era’s Ten High Nobles, the Seven Sword Deity era’s methodically trained sword Gou Wuyue, his talent, his words, Hallmaster Dao deeply believes without doubt.

Just speaking of the proficiency in Mo Sword Technique…

From the past, most loved using the opponent’s method to break their weapons, with Bazhun’an’s method to break their swords, not purely competing with Gou Wuyue in Mo Sword Technique, it is evident.

“It’s not like Bazhun’an, to be honest.”

Within the Divine Punishment Pillar Array Wheel, Yue Gongli said softly, “His sword, is a bit… indirect.”

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“Clang—”

The Great Well-behaved Bell appeared amid the soul-cleansing bell sound.

This self-imposed rule of using only two items for defense, adding one technique was just giving Xu Xiaoshou face.

From the perspective of Cursed Yin looking at Wangze Holy Emperor now bisected…

Damn it!

Xu Xiaoshou, you deserve to die too!

The me of just now, all universally inexcusable!

This is the last body, and it’s also the Wind-type Holy Emperor’s body, where he had only cared for the physique amid the chaos of the great battle.

Who would have thought…

One oversight, and split a Holy Emperor into two.

Cursed Yin was split open.

He summoned the Great Well-behaved Bell, trying to suppress the remainder of this sword’s force.

But as the sword light plowed through, Mo Sword disregarded the defense of the Great Well-behaved Bell, its power seeping in an in-between state of reality and illusion, dragging along his bisected body towards the direction where Xu Xiaoshou stood.

Stop!

Me! Stop for me!

Xu Xiaoshou, standing mid-air with his sword, did not, as expected by Cursed Yin, kick someone when down and deliver two more strikes.

The reality was that this one strike had almost drained all his power, and even the passive skill, Engulfing Power, and the transformation of Heavenly Ancestor’s Power within the Dragon Pearl, all required time.

This did not prevent him from looking on coldly:

“Afraid?”

Cursed Yin exploded, mentally shattered.

As he was being dragged, two words taunted, like a curse, directly blasting his bisected body with intense devilish energy.

But that young man’s taunting voice continued:

“This is just the beginning, not the end. If you cannot resist, then just enjoy the sword fully.”

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What does this mean?

What does this wording imply?

Hallmaster Dao and Yue Gongli both turned pale, retreating further, moving outside the actual battlefield.

Not to mention Cursed Yin.

However, before he could react, with a bang, once Mo Sword made its cut, all the power transformed into exploding sword cognition while being dragged.

Like maggot bones clinging to wounds, it opened up like tearing open human scars and then showering them with lava.

Suddenly the lava shook, every single atom colliding and then every drop of lava erupting like a volcano.

“Sizzle sizzle sizzle sizzle sizzle…”

Sword cognition blasted, Carefreeness accompanying Mo Sword’s power, in the manner of Green River Sword Boardline, mercilessly passing through the bisected body of Wangze Holy Emperor.

“No—”

Cursed Yin’s Soul Sound too was torn apart.

Soul Sound?

He was taken aback.

Indeed, looking with the posture of a soul, what remained was only the “fragile” physique of Wangze Holy Emperor, which was sliced into minced meat under the sword cognition and turned into dust that scattered with the wind.

Reducing bones to ashes.

His newly possessed treasure, destroyed?

“Technique·Reverse Inversion!”

“Technique·Hundred Yue Immortal Witch!”

“Technique·Evergreen Regret!”

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Cursed Yin Soul Body, frantically making hand seals, completely forgot to hide its soul body, forgot the current madness of its own intent, and even more forgot to maintain the great posture of the evil god above its Divine Throne.

He wanted to bring back the physical body of Wangze Holy Emperor.

The power of sword cognition destroyed the body, but a thousand techniques of Cursed Yin couldn’t bring it back.

Xu Xiaoshou glanced over, observing that the Devil Ancestor Power’s invasion into the Cursed Yin was intensifying, and could not help but frown slightly.

Devil Ancestor…

That terrifying?

The effect of Pride Void was somewhat beyond his imagination.

The ultimate failure of Cursed Yin, while he could indeed call back the dismembered body of Wangze Holy Emperor and even piece together a specific form.

But that was just a puppet.

It was already destroyed, truly difficult to gather back together in a short time, unless…

Destroy Xu Xiaoshou!

Cursed Yin, with its three red eyeballs, glaring fiercely at Xu Xiaoshou, murderous intent fully visible in its eyes, the three hands of soul body raised high.

The sword-wielding youth acted as if deaf to all this, not even trying to dodge, as if he had given up on struggling, and spoke indifferently:

“Cursed Yin, because of your carelessness, you lost your body.”

“And as for you now, left only with soul body and intent, you’re not fit to compete against me. I, Xu Xiaoshou, do not bully gods, I’ll give you some respect.”

“You can take back what you said just now, it’s not ‘step back and lose’, nor is it ‘get injured and lose’, and no longer the ‘Three Swords Contract.'” He emphasized his words at certain places, then softened his tone again:

“Because you and I think alike, you will just be directly slain by me.”

The Cursed Yin Soul Body’s head visibly swelled, and even the three eyeballs looked as if they were about to burst out.

But its action, stopped in mid-air, could only turn into a three-zhang high green smoke of fury, steaming above its head.

Xu Xiaoshou tucked the Fourth Sword behind his waist, set on a daring approach towards death, then spoke again:

“Cursed Yin, you are free to strike at me at will, this wouldn’t be considered breaking the promise nor bullying the weak, and I won’t resist.”

“But after killing me, remember, for the rest of your life, ten thousand years, ten million years, don’t forget this matter.”

“I, Xu Xiaoshou, just turned twenty this year.”

Boom!

Devilish energy burst forth from Cursed Yin’s eyes, the entire soul body covered, but in Its eyes, beyond that youth, there was nothing else.

No sky.

No earth.

Even no self.

After a pause, Xu Xiaoshou took a deep breath, still having words to say:

“Virtual age.”

“Real age nineteen.”

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“Come!!!”

“Fight!!!”

Looking at the soul body that retreated back to the original place in the horizon.

Looking at the Cursed Yin who, facing Xu Xiaoshou, mustered all his fiery rage and shouted “Still two swords left.”

The whole world, fell silent…

“I take back what I said just now.”

“Not at all like Bazhun’an.”

Inside the Divine Punishment Pillar Array Wheel, Yue Gongli was grinding teeth as he spoke: “His sword, is not tactful, too filthy!”

Filthy?

No no no!

How is this filthy?

If someone asks what makes a prodigy the greatest? A youth of twenty slays Cursed Yin.

Looking at the destroyed physique of Cursed Yin…

Looking at the Cursed Yin, unaware that the sealing force outside the Divine Relics was broken…

Hallmaster Dao, a hero lamenting for a hero, unconsciously shook his head in sigh, and finally gave a highly pertinent evaluation:

“Interlocked in every respect.”

“He is a sly hero.”