I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Bai Yu was the first to succumb to the pressure.

Just after wresting with the sealing power, the Holy Rainbow he had barely summoned was instantly shattered, and his knees slammed into the ground with a boom.

The Statue of the Holy Emperor!

The Holy Emperor Fengtian!

At that moment, Bai Yu’s thoughts were in a daze, as if he had returned to the past, the unbearable memories of the previous Ten Aura.

It was said to have been Ten Aura, but in fact, he had run for Ten Aura, and still failed to escape the clutches of the Godhood-Sealing Coffin, and was eventually covered…

“Bang, bang.”

Two crisp sounds, Mo Mo, who had summoned the Statue of the Holy Emperor Fengtian, grabbed a bone chain and gave it a gentle tug.

The two, already overpowered by the Holy Emperor’s pressure and weakened in the legs, stumbled towards her.

With one palm to each head, Mo Mo shattered the two massive skulls. Boundless ghostly energy surged from her and she lifted her gaze towards the ancient swordsman not far away.

“Boom!”

As soon as Hua Yuan’s consciousness came into contact with the Statue of the Holy Emperor, it shook as if struck by lightning, nearly shattering.

But unlike Bai Yu and other mortal Saints, he was born in the Yunshan Emperor realm, and the person he had followed all his life was now the Holy Emperor.

The pressure of the Holy Emperor was strong, but not strong enough to crush him with a glance.

“Ten Thousand Sword Technique, activate.”

He clenched his teeth and bore through the first wave of Spiritual Impact.

As Hua Yuan raised his finger like a sword, the tens of thousands of ghost spirits in the sky were instantly sacrificially refined into tens of thousands of Phantom Swords, piercing through the void with a swoosh.

With a booming rumble, the assault of the Absolute Imperial Control, like smashing invisible shackles, burst open in the higher void, resisting the pressure of the Statue of the Holy Emperor.

Although the ghost swords wavered, Hua Yuan was able to move freely for at least ten breaths.

An ancient swordsman of demi-saint caliber who could move freely, versus a little girl from the higher void level who could summon a statue of the Holy Emperor…

Hua Yuan was never conceited.

But right now, he was absolutely confident that he could capture her before the Absolute Imperial Control failed.

“Buzz!”

The Way of the Sword Power Upanishad Formation unfurled directly.

Facing the Statue of the Holy Emperor, Hua Yuan held nothing back, starting off with the second realm of the Phantom Swords Technique.

“Fengdu…”

From all sides, the gates of hell descended with a thunderous drop. Far beyond the realm of the Fengtian World, the four gates interlinked with each other, the ghostly energy sinisterly swaying as if to summon something forth.

But at that moment…

“Sword, come!”

A low shout from beyond the sky, and the Fengdu Sword, appearing from nowhere through a Space-Time Transition, surfaced directly in front of Hua Yuan’s soul body.

Hua Yuan’s expression changed, about to say something.

“Time, halt!”

Hua Yuan: “???”

…

Boom—

Just a moment.

Although it only froze for a moment.

That massive Fengdu Sword, already touching Hua Yuan’s soul body, ignited layers of Soul Protecting Spiritual Artifacts, and Life-saving Talismans, blasting him from the sky into the depths of the Nine Sereneties underground.

“Boom, boom, boom…”

This path of fire and lightning explosively continued for several breaths, and the soul-protecting treasures on Hua Yuan were still not completely detonated.

Mo Mo’s eyes widened in surprise and then she smiled.

She had recognized the voice shouting “Sword, come” as belonging to He Shou.

“Godhood-Sealing Coffin…”

Indeed, Mo Mo was slow to act, and her battle consciousness lagged behind everyone else in the Arena of Saint level, even behind Bai Yu.

But that sudden Fengdu Sword completely disrupted the rhythm of everyone present, pressing down Hua Yuan’s soul body all the way down.

Its trajectory was too brainless, too simple, too direct.

Even a fool knew that this unseen figure aimed not at Hua Yuan but at creating chaos.

The grayish-white vertical coffin slowly opened behind Hua Yuan, waiting for his soul body to “voluntarily” enter.

Hua Yuan’s expression changed drastically.

He wanted to resist as the Absolute Imperial Control at the horizon was countering the Holy Emperor’s pressure, but suddenly someone, unbeknownst to him, disintegrated it… he was suppressed!

He wanted to escape, trying to transform into the Swordless Sword Technique, the Swordless Sword Form, and escape from the soul body into an ideological Form to avoid the direct attack of the Fengdu Sword… the Red Plum descended from the sky… he was twisted back!

He wanted to withstand the Fengdu Sword and the Holy Emperor’s pressure using the sacrificial refining of his Soul Blood to activate the gates of hell surrounding him, to become the Lord of the Phantom City, where the gate of hell suddenly dropped from the sky, his fist piercing through the Nine Sereneties, smashing the four gates of hell… Hua Yuan’s night of apprenticeship reverted back to the start, unable to become the Lord of the Phantom City ever again!

“Who?!”

“Who in the world is it?!”

When the lid of the Godhood-Sealing Coffin closed, a heart-wrenching voice escaped from the cracks, unable to be contained any longer.

Hua Yuan was dumbfounded.

He hadn’t even considered Mo Mo a threat.

The Godhood-Sealing Coffin was just the last straw that broke the camel’s back, and was not significant on its own.

What infuriated him was that damned sneak!

Who was it that could be so sensitive to the flow of battle, just by using a Space-Time Transition and the Fengdu Sword, to time it precisely during his weakest moment, just before activating the second realm, and cunningly break the stalemate with a slight flick?

Who was it that could see through his actions as though watching a fiery blaze, and prior to him taking action, kill his retreat in advance, achieving an instant breakthrough of the Absolute Imperial Control, the Swordless Sword Form?

And who in the world was it that he had fought so many ancient swordsmen, understood the Nine Major Sword Techniques, the Eighteen Sword Forms to such a profound and unparalleled degree of intense precision, to be able to suppress the greatest Phantom Swords adept among the Sword Saints with just a mere Fengdu Sword, across the battlefield?

“Bang!”

With seven nails, the Godhood-Sealing Coffin sealed shut, Hua Yuan’s soul body petrified as it displayed a terrifyingly horrified expression, his thoughts also frozen on the last image that flashed through his mind of that unstoppable figure.

“Bazhun’an…”

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