I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 3147: Chapter 1609: Divine Concealment Returns to the Ruins Releases Sui Jun, Overlord Sky City Kui Lei Compassionate_3
 

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The embryonic divine palace of the Di Ying Holy Plant;

Ran Ming’s Galaxy Divine Court;

And now, the true Ancestor of Sorcery’s very own divine palace!

Entering the Ruins of God-breaking, experiencing the three great divine palaces, persevering for so long, Xu Xiaoshou at one point thought he could turn the tables, but in the end he realized…

The depth of the Ancestral God’s foundation was too terrifying!

You never know how the He/She would play His/Her hand.

At seemingly weak moments, it might be a feint, or perhaps He/She was truly exhausted.

But once He/She had a clear grasp of the situation, there was definitely a way to strip you of your reliance.

A starving camel is still bigger than a horse.

For the first time, Xu Xiaoshou felt that the discrepancies in realms were truly not something that could be surpassed merely with combat strength.

This Divine Throne…

The Cursed Yin Evil God upon this throne…

Is it the true body?

His blood ran hot, his eyes turned red, and in his mind flashed “Passive Fist,” followed by “Disillusionment Finger.”

But he felt that if He/She was the Evil God, why would He/She so foolishly expose the true body to someone who was always ready to slay gods?

Between “one” and “two,” Xu Xiaoshou weighed his options and chose a decisive “three.”

He suppressed the urge to make a move and reveal his trump card, throwing his head back and bellowing,

“Hallmaster Dao, are you daydreaming?”

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“Boom—”

The moment the Shattered Shield completely vanished, the spacetime turbulence connecting the Eighteen Heavens to the First Heavens burst forth with a dull thunderclap.

The thunderous sound was so loud that Xu Xiaoshou’s eyeballs bulged, and blood spurted from his seven orifices.

Even the illusory figure of the Cursed Yin Evil God above the Divine Throne was no longer aloof, hesitating slightly as if in astonishment.

Immediately after.

A speck of purple light whizzed in from the high sky.

“Swoosh—”

The purple light streaked across the sky, dragged out sparks, and with the momentum of thunder, it arrived in a blink, piercing through the Divine Throne and heavily slamming into the earth.

“Bang bang bang…”

The ground crumbled tremendously, and the thunderous waves rolled out for ten thousand miles.

Looking back, what brought about such a terrifying impact was merely a staff as tall as a man.

The staff had gold ends, and a dark brown strap wrapped around its middle, ancient and hefty—so familiar!

“Overlord?”

Thump!

Right after, a burly figure plummeted down on one knee, resting a fist on the ground, his head buried low, allowing the dust and smoke to billow.

He landed right behind the Overlord.

Just from that rugged silhouette, Xu Xiaoshou seemed to have already recognized who had come, his face lighting up with joy.

“The Divine?”

The man stood up, turned his head, and revealed a naive face, with thick brows and large eyes, adorable to behold.

Xu Xiaoshou’s expression froze:

“Er… Erzhu?”

Cao Erzhu was surrounded by wandering purple lightning, he raised his eyes and smiled slightly, “Sorry, my Xu, I’m late.”

That voice…

“Hallmaster Dao?”

In a short span, Xu Xiaoshou was shocked no fewer than three times.

Cao Erzhu, who stepped on Overlord, was speaking with Dao Qiongcang’s voice, but had clearly displayed the mightiest God Punishment Tribulation just before…

“You’ve possessed Erzhu?”

Xu Xiaoshou, coming back to his senses, turned almost livid, nearly drawing the Fourth Sword to strike.

“It’s a long story.”

Dao Qiongcang clearly did not wish to elaborate on the complexities.

He only turned around, glanced at the Divine Throne in the sky, and with his hand on Overlord, was about to take the Divine Step.

Screech—

He hesitated in his footsteps.

The Overlord, rooted in the ground, was as immovable as the Sui Jun, if not more so.

Under Dao Qiongcang’s control, Cao Erzhu’s body couldn’t extract it, eerily reminiscent of the situation with the Evil Divine.

A twitch of his mouth revealed his belief in his own divine handsomeness, unwilling to utter a word that could damage the demeanor of a master.

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Holding on tightly.

Taking a step forward.

Sizzle—

His foot, however, gets yanked by the Overlord, causing him to stagger.

Hallmaster Dao’s composure finally snaps, his eyes rolling back, gnashing his teeth:

“Cut me some slack.”

After saying that, he kicks the Overlord, seemingly trying to execute a series of moves he had rehearsed countless times in his head—kick the Overlord up, twist around, circle it past his chest and abdomen, lift it to his palm, perfect!

“Hiss…”

The beautiful combo does not come to fruition.

Hallmaster Dao gets stuck at the first step, clutching his foot and sucking in a cold breath, hopping like a chicken in pain, wishing for death.

His mindset explodes, and he curses furiously:

“Are you sick? The Divine!”

“We are one body now, I came to save Xu Xiaoshou, it’s just a little you allow, can’t I borrow the Overlord, will it kill me?”

“Erzhu’s power is willing to let me use it, is your Overlord that special, that I can’t touch it?”

Talking to himself.

No response.

Xu Xiaoshou slightly opens his mouth, no longer knowing who exactly stands before him, his composition could only be described as “extremely complex”!

The projection of the Cursed Yin Evil God on the divine throne, pierced by the Overlord, merely ripples like a lake surface before returning to calm.

To It, with just a retraction of the Shattered Shield, the person below is like a lamb to the slaughter, so what difference does one more make?

This original owner of the Overlord had his physique completely shattered back in the Thirty Three Heavens.

Even endowed with three souls, what waves could he possibly stir?

Cursed Yin on the divine throne, slightly raises its eyelids, glances down at the two below with a corner of the lip lifted, not hiding its derision:

“Clowns.”

Cao Erzhu’s eyebrows shoot up.

Honestly, Xu Xiaoshou could not stand Elder Dao the Flamboyant making such bizarre expressions with Erzhu’s face.

Hallmaster Dao, however, no longer fixates on the Overlord, instead stretches out a hand toward Xu Xiaoshou:

“Me.”

Xu Xiaoshou takes out Dao Qiongcang’s original body and tosses it over.

The Cursed Yin Evil God watches with amusement and does not intervene, quietly observing the clown act.

Hallmaster Dao’s original body shrinks in mid-air, and by the time it reaches Cao Erzhu’s hand, it has reduced to the size of a palm-sized card.

“Erzhu sends his regards.”

He nods to Xu Xiaoshou, grabs the small card, and with force, slips it into Erzhu’s chest until it’s completely inside.

Hum…

Xu Xiaoshou can clearly see many divine secret runes flowing through Cao Erzhu’s eyes, carrying a hint of a charlatan’s flair.

How strange.

His composition, even more complex now!

Hallmaster Dao lowers his head, calmly speaking to himself:

“Erzhu, for this battle, just watch, I can show you how your old man dazzled in his days, but you must not resist how this body is used, or Brother Shou will die.”

“Oh, alright.”

“One more question, I don’t remember much of your old man’s moves, how much of your body can be used?”

“Mostly all can be used.”

Dao Erzhu gives a nod, then turns to look at the Overlord again.

He ponders for a moment, then chuckles:

“I certainly can do it without your power, but inevitably my chances would decrease a bit…”

“So, I still have to ask one last question.”

“This Overlord, to borrow or not to borrow?”

No response.

At least Xu Xiaoshou hears nothing.

But then, Dao Erzhu suddenly kicks out, aiming a kick at the base of the Overlord.

This time, the Overlord shakes and spirals up from Dao Erzhu’s left palm to his elbow, whirls around his torso to his right arm, and slides into the center of his palm.

Smooth, fluid!

More liberating than diarrhea!

Dao Erzhu grasps the ancient staff, points it towards the Divine Throne high in the sky, with a smile, his lips curling with three parts wicked charm, three parts wild insouciance, and four parts playfulness:

“Cursed Yin, I gave you a chance, pity you didn’t grasp it…”

“Now remember, the God Slayer, Cao Yihan!”