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I Am Loaded with Passive Skills (Web Novel) - Chapter 4314: The Actor
Chapter 4314: The Actor
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With each poem, a sword; with each sword, a song!If this is not Bazhun’an, then what is it?
Saint Xin’s expression grew even more grave, knowing that even if it were truly Bazhun’an himself, he couldn’t possibly bring the Ancestral God Destruction Tribulation.
Yet the oppressive aura from returning to zero still lingered, even if the distant figure was only vaguely similar, it was enough to disturb one’s mind.
"Clang!"
There was no time to think further, as the sound of the sword singing from beyond the heavens stirred.
Two paths of frost coming from the Eastern Region split the heavens and earth, carving a blank space in their midst.
Looking from afar, a figure in a green robe and white robe seemed to appear in the middle, walking leisurely on the clouds, drawing closer, yet leaving no time to discern its face.
With just a wave.
The names of ten thousand spiritual swords, the overwhelming power of famed swords.
This summoned the Sword Hemp of the Ancestral Trees, condensing a colossal Frost Sword towering in the sky behind it, completely drawing in the minds and hearts of people.
"Swordless Sword Technique, Third Realm, Frost Biting Mountain!"
Third Realm!
Undoubtedly the power of the Third Realm, reaching the level of Ancestral God combat strength.
This sword, surprisingly in the aftermath of Bazhun’an’s eternal dream and the world-shaking Sword Bone, was yet another breathtaking revelation of the Third Realm.
It gathered in the sky above the Burial Sword Tomb of the Eastern Region, turning intangible to tangible, and as the frost like dragon roars swept the Central Region, the greatsword shattered and vanished in the wind.
Upon reappearing, it had already crossed the vast East Sea, freezing endless currents, and appeared before the Holy Ancestor’s form.
"Crack—"
The Holy Ancestor’s form barely moved, suddenly its whole body trembled, its actions disrupted by the frosty aura.
Clearly not frozen into an ice sculpture, yet the Holy Ancestor’s form’s actions became a thousand times slower.
"Is this hindering my Dao invocation?"
Saint Xin’s heart was shocked, seeing through the madness of this sword.
Every breath it took, particles of frost transformed from sword power were inhaled into its body, jamming the invocation of spiritual techniques, hand seals, and the Way of the Heavens.
Each of its actions, body, soul, even divine intent, were filled with intangible ice crystals, causing its movements to slow by tens of thousands than estimated.
When the mind retracted, attempting to identify these hindrances, clearly tangible powers turned into intangible existences.
Invisible, untouchable.
Unless within a brief time, the essence of this sword could be comprehended, reaching the opposing height of the no-way.
Without this, this sword could not be broken!
The Frost Sword, its tip aimed straight at the Holy Ancestor’s form’s brow, fiercely piercing forth, intending to force Saint Xin back from the Time Realm Channel.
Saint Xin let out a long howl, instead being provoked into battle intent.
"How could this stop me?"
The Zero Ancestral God, how could it be forced back just like this?
Since the Dao could not be borrowed, activate the Holy Ancestor’s Three Weapons to see whether the Third Realm of Swordless Sword Technique is stronger, or its Holy Ancestor’s Three Weapons excel.
"Go!"
The womb origin mother coffin underneath flipped, transforming directly into ten thousand zhang in size, blocking before the Frost Sword, ramming forward fiercely.
With a sizzling sound, the seemingly weighty Frost Sword shattered faced with the collision.
The next breath, the sword body recondensed, forming front and back while the middle was void, supposedly "passing" through against the womb origin mother coffin’s ramming!
"Swordless Sword Technique!"
"This is the true essence of no, never contending hard with sharpness!"
"The Second Realm of Swordless Sword Technique, Heavenly Abandon, interprets absolute yang, yet this Frost Biting Mountain is yin to the extreme, even ignoring the womb origin mother coffin?"
The Frost Sword, bypassed the womb origin mother coffin, directly pinning at the Holy Ancestor’s form’s brow.
With a sizzle, in front of the world, it pierced straight through the Holy Ancestor’s form’s skull.
Wow!
The Five Regions erupted instantly.
Zhang Xing could see, with the Holy Ancestor’s form wounded, Saint Xin before the Time Realm Channel, a bloody fissure appeared at its brow, with black-golden blood flowing downward.
"Saint Xin, injured?!"
No time to celebrate, yet beyond the heavens there was a roaring explosion.
The Holy Ancestor’s form exerted its full strength without defense and after testing the Frost Sword’s intensity with the Womb Origin Mother Coffin, directly threw the extinguished Dao Mysterious Ruler afar.
Similarly ice-blue light shadow, swept from the Central Region towards the Eastern Region, fiercely striking the figure locked by the Ancestral God Destruction Tribulation.
"Hoor!"
Yet it was the sound of wind breaking.
The figure of the swordsman in a green robe and white robe also dissipated with the wind.
At the same time, the Ancestral God Destruction Tribulation cloud, fled directly from the Eastern Region, arriving above Saint Xin’s head.
"This is..."
Clearly, it was not Saint Xin about to transcend the tribulation!
Instead, the tribulation cloud chased the person, indicating the ancient swordsman wielding the Third Realm sword had come to the Central Region, beside the Time Realm Channel.
"Wen Ting!"
The Five Regions’ Golden Apricot screens simultaneously froze.
Yet there, beside the Time Realm channel, at Saint Xin’s brow was blood oozing, pupils dilated, but before it was a figure "gracefully" spinning in a dance.
Unlike any ancient swordsman throughout history, he was indeed tall and upright, but his face wore makeup in heavy theatrical paint.
He wasn’t riding a sword nor had a dustless detached aura.
But was barefoot, tiptoeing, his water sleeves lifted high, one spin after another he danced over, his mouth singing operatically, singing loudly:
"Ah ah, wind and cold ~"
"Ah ah, Frost Biting Mountain ~"
Saint Xin suddenly struck, reaching forward to grasp and choke Wen Ting’s throat, aiming to cut off the song.
With a whistle, Wen Ting’s body shattered.
Even with the Nine Heavens Thunder Calamity crashing down, it couldn’t hit his form.
In the blink of an eye, this guy went behind Saint Xin, back to back, directly resting his head on Saint Xin’s shoulder, his head reclined and water sleeves lifted again, his song echoing to the clouds:
"Ah ah, I sing a tune, freezing the heavenly tower ~"
Crack!
The lifted blue-white water sleeve struck against the dignified Holy Ancestor’s form.
