I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 3757: Chapter 1818: Arrogant Defiance

Bazhun’an fell silent, his face displaying an unusual expression, seemingly intimidated by Cheng Xie.

The surroundings were deathly quiet, you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone was anticipating a fierce, bloody duel of the Sovereign of the Way of the Sword.

Little did they expect to witness the audacious Bazhun’an instead of seeing Xiao Wanfeng strike, making this trip worthwhile.

But...

"Why the sudden silence?"

Bazhun’an’s abrupt silence caused unease in their hearts.

Could it be that he too was a character who bullies the weak but fears the strong, softening up as Cheng Xie toughens up?

But clearly, even though this Bazhun’an seemed slightly counterfeit, his way of thinking was decidedly Bazhun’an, for instead of retreating, he was contemplating some bizarre matters.

"Ten Aura..."

Bazhun’an raised his head again, looking at Cheng Xie, but after uttering half a sentence, he swallowed his words.

"One sword..."

He changed to another line, yet his gaze toward Cheng Xie carried a slight contempt, and eventually, he ceased speaking further.

Mockery!

Naked mockery!

How could Cheng Xie not see that this guy was merely imitating Bazhun’an, just using a certain flashy speaking style routine?

But his expression, his gaze, gave off a feeling that even surviving for ten Aura or receiving a single sword strike was beyond him.

Cheng Xie was about to speak when opposite him, Bazhun’an seemed to have found the way to target him, firmly enunciated:

"Last words."

Who could tolerate this?

Cheng Xie drew his sword, Sword Will surged, and he pounced forward:

"How dare you insult me?"

...

Woah!

The world suddenly slowed down.

Cheng Xie saw a headless corpse, clad in familiar attire, weightlessly thrown before him.

His hands floated, legs flouncing upward, as if a tremendous force had decapitated the head, causing the lower half to spin and fly.

Blood blossoms mingled with snowflakes.

The setting sun illuminated the faces of everyone around, making their frightened expressions appear more menacing.

After a brief moment of bewilderment, Cheng Xie felt intense pain from somewhere.

Perhaps from his neck, brain, or the severed but still connected lower body...

He finally came to realize.

That familiar headless body was his own!

"No —"

...

"What?"

The spectators around the tavern were scared and withdrew en masse.

No one saw when Bazhun’an made his move, but the sword light had already swept across, easily slicing Cheng Xie’s neck.

Its force did not diminish and even slashed behind further.

Roof tiles and beams cracked, the remnants of buildings were torn apart, in an instant slicing through the street leading south out of Fusang, ultimately tearing through the city walls, disappearing into the dense forest outside.

"This..."

From the rear, Li You’s beautiful eyes flashed with amazement and deep disbelief.

She had been watching closely this time.

She just wanted to see how she fell into the trap earlier.

But Bazhun’an’s move was without warning, even if she was wary, she couldn’t tell when she stepped into the trap of his Fantasy Sword Technique, eventually falling deep in.

"Truly dead?"

Cheng Xie’s head and body separated, only then did the twin needles in his sleeve barely shoot out, his battle consciousness was entirely at a different level.

As the needles flew out, Bazhun’an pinched them nimbly.

With a flick, the twin needle swords hummed.

Bazhun’an then concealed the pair of famed swords in his sleeve.

"Still the Fantasy Sword Technique?"

Li You stared at Cheng Xie’s corpse falling heavily to the ground, still unable to discern illusion from reality.

She was a demi-saint.

Even she couldn’t see what exactly had happened.

The spectators around were even more in shock, each face filled with confusion.

Cheng Xie, who seemed just fine...

Had only just decided to engage in battle...

Wasn’t there supposed to be a life-and-death struggle between ancient swordsmen next, how did it end as soon as it began?

"One move?"

This couldn’t even be counted as a single move, right?

If only Bazhun’an didn’t give a chance, Cheng Xie wouldn’t even be able to hold back a fart from the beginning to the end?

Boom!

Cheng Xie’s head and body hit the ground.

A sudden thunderous roar issued from Fusang’s sky.

Swiftly followed by gathering dark clouds, fierce winds rising, sacred power enveloped from the Nine Heavens, accompanied by an extremely angry roar:

"Who?"

"Who dares to kill my grandson Cheng Xie, south and north, this saint will pursue to the end!"

Demi-saint!

Everyone raised their eyes to the sky.

Saw in the high sky, the clouds and winds change color, forming the massive, mustached face of an elder emanating anger from his eyes.

This demi-saint visage flashed by quickly, then an elder in a green robe appeared mid-air.

"Cheng family demi-saint, Cheng Caizhi!"

Dan Saint Lu Shiyu murmured, his face showing unusual expression.

So Cheng Caizhi had been nearby all along, keeping an eye on Cheng Xie’s safety.

Which made sense, after all, Cheng Xie had left with the Cheng family’s famed sword they had protected for decades, perhaps intending to gauge whether Saint Servant’s sword gathering had passed.

Unexpectedly, Bazhun’an struck so quickly that even Cheng Caizhi couldn’t react, and with one move, decapitated Cheng Xie.

"Soul Summoning Technique, Soul Return!"

Demi-saint Cheng Caizhi stood in the void, forming hand seals with both hands, and pressing downward, a ghostly blue light shot forth.

The wails of fierce ghosts echoed across Fusang City.

Soon, crystalline soul fragments gathered.

Cheng Xie’s remnant soul was collected and pieced together, barely forming a human shape.

"Grandfather Cheng!"

He revived, screaming in terror, desperately trying to escape.

Dared not even glance at Bazhun’an, let alone mention the Sleeve Sword and Dual Needles, his only thought now was survival.

"Quickly come, my grandson, as this saint is here today, no one can kill you!"

Cheng Xie wasn’t adept in the Phantom Swords Technique.

If not for Cheng Caizhi’s constant attention, his precious grandson would genuinely have perished here today.

But since Cheng Caizhi had arrived, this absurd battle was about to end...

"Point of Path."

Bazhun’an, with one hand bearing the sack, pointed a finger towards the sky, his cold voice interrupted everyone’s chaotic thoughts.