I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

“Shut your crow’s beak!” the Storyteller turned and yelled furiously.

This group of Ten High Nobles, each full of schemes!

So, besides Ai Cangsheng who voluntarily entered and then timely retreated, did every one of the closest Ten High Nobles to the Ancestral God Fate Chart sense something off with their destiny, not wanting to enter the ruins?

The Storyteller couldn’t help but glance at his own brother, his eyes flickering slightly.

You had a premonition, and you didn’t even warn him! Xu Xiaoshou is no longer just a pawn in the game!

Bazhun’an seemed to know what he was thinking. “Don’t worry, nothing will happen.”

How could I possibly not worry…

“Someone has entered.”

The Storyteller was startled, then his eyes widened, and he felt relieved.

Among the Ten High Nobles, maybe now, everyone has to think twice before doing anything, considering the consequences.

Including his brother.

Including Elder Dao the Flamboyant!

But there was one person who didn’t need to.

The brain, he has one, yet never needed it once in his life!

A Holy Emperor of higher realms?

Ancestral God Realm?

In front of that guy who doesn’t even know how to write the word “retreat,” a problem that couldn’t be solved with one punch would be solved with ten.

If ten punches couldn’t solve the problem, then…

…

“Warm-up is over!”

The Divine, hands to his side, his palm morphing and forming a black and gold staff taller than himself.

The staff was gilded at both ends, carved with unusual pattens, and its dark red golden glow seemed to carry high temperatures, flowing gently like lava.

The middle section was simple and unremarkable, only wrapped with a very thick sealing belt, which through years of sweat absorption had turned black-brown.

“Thud!”

Such an odd staff, merely lightly touched the ground.

The earth boomed like a drum being hammered, emitting a muffled sound, and then the dust spread thousands of miles around, suddenly…

Boom!

Thousands of miles of land, all shattered.

Not just cracking like a spider-web, not just trembling into pieces.

Under this gentle touch, the ground was turned into dust, instantly the yellow sand filled the sky!

“Damn…”

Changyi stared at the big bald man two heads taller than him, feeling absolutely furious.

Who is this?

Where did this thing come from?

Has it been just over sixty years since I left the five regions, and Shengshen Continent has developed to this extent?

Merely Higher Void…

Three punches could break Deng Kou’s defense, pierce his chest, shred his belly, hammer him severely injured.

Two kicks could break Dun Ling’s legs, shatter his shield, snap his arm, making his eyeballs fly out?

Deng Kou, Dun Ling…

Are these ordinary people? These are demi-saints!

And not just ordinary demi-saints, but combat-type demi-saints hardened in battlefields, seasoned through bloodshed and life and death!

Changyi was only half a step late, and the moment he faced them, Deng Kou and Dun Ling were down.

And finishing two Saints in a blink…

This guy! This bald man! He even had the audacity to claim, warm-up is over?

“I feel, you should have something.”

The Divine casually pulled over the bald head, his foot kicked the Overlord, the heavy black and gold staff flipped in mid-air, tearing through the air, then came to rest on his forearm.

His tiger-like eyes widened fiercely, choosing his prey.

“Wait a moment!”

“Little bro… elder brother, could there be some misunderstanding here?”

The War Madman Changyi, one of the Northern Region Seven Stars, appeared to be in his fifties or sixties, but was actually over a hundred years old.

Yes, he was the War Madman!

On the battlefront, he was the madman who, without a word, would strike at any ghost beast he saw!

But at this moment, he felt as if his mouth had finally grown on his body, wanting to explain something to that Higher Void bald man…

“Sizzle.”

The yellow sand floated gently.

Before he could finish speaking, the opposing bald figure had already blurred.

“Damn it, you think I’m easy to mess with? You’re seeking death!”

Changyi bellowed, his eyes suddenly turning blood red, and as his sacred realm expanded, a black longsword cleaved forward:

“Dragon-Slaying Power!”

With that shout.

Time seemed to slow down…

The dust ahead shattered.

In the vision of third realm battle consciousness, the still somewhat ethereal figure of the bald man became vividly defined in front of his eyes.

“Pop.”

The man had not arrived, but the force had.

Changyi’s hairpin split first.

A head of black hair streaked with silver swept to the back of his head in the wind.

“Sizzle…”

His cheek was cut open, a small fissure.

The blood mixed with dust smeared on his face as a long streak.

“Crack.”

His eyebrow bone made a faint crackling sound.

A slight stabbing pain pierced this body scarred from countless battles, hinting at ill omens.

“Pop, pop, pop…”

The holy weapon Dragon Protection Ball on his waist suddenly exploded.

The Xuanhu Tower, soaked in blood for over thirty years, hadn’t even had the chance to expand before it shattered into pieces.

Along with the Jade Heart Mirror, White Dragon Armor, Scale Protection Water…

Under the twisted sacred realm, even the demi-saint law couldn’t affect the bald man in front, leaving only the wind-cracked clothing, flesh, and ribs…

“What on Earth?!”

Changyi’s eyes were on the verge of bursting, feeling like he was in a dream.

The opposing staff hadn’t even swiped them yet, and his numerous protective holy weapons were successively crushed, even his protective armor and sacred physique were damaged…

What kind of human monster is this?

He’s not a Higher Void, he’s a Holy Emperor?

An unemotional, unshaken, hoarse and deep voice resonated by his ear, more straightforward than the holy martial “Dragon-Slaying Power,” its name was so simple:

“Horizontal Slap.”

The gilded staff, the black longsword, one vertical chop, one horizontal slap, in the blink of an eye, weapon met weapon.

“Schwiiiing—”

A thousand miles of vacuum, dust rose on its own.

Changyi felt a moment of darkness before his eyes.

In that instant, the bald man transformed into his long-deceased grandmother, whose face he had almost forgotten.

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