I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 3690: Chapter 1793: Strike Me_3

"The family head said that slapping the young family master of the Cold Palace Emperor Realm was a great disrespect, deserving of humiliation and death. I request Young Master Li to first grant me thirteen swords, destroy my Saint body, and then challenge my position as a warning to others."

Yue Gongli burst into laughter upon hearing this.

He laughed until tears were almost coming out of his eyes, feeling that these words were so absurd and incomprehensible.

You know it’s a great disrespect, so why dare?

You know it’s a provocation, so why dare?

If it’s for humiliation, merely destroying the Saint body, how can it relieve the hatred in one’s heart?

And for destroying the Saint body, why is it thirteen swords? What is the significance behind the number "thirteen"... not important!

Yue Gongli didn’t care to understand why it was thirteen instead of twelve or fourteen, or why to destroy the Saint body of a mere demi-saint instead of Hua Changdeng’s.

He coldly said: "I will strike these thirteen swords upon your family head’s face in front of the Yunshan clan members, but not you."

"Please strike me first." Hua Zhiyao sincerely requested.

"Why should I listen to your dog’s words?" Yue Gongli raised the sword, pursed his lips, and was about to strike.

He just had a rebellious streak and suddenly didn’t want to kill Hua Zhiyao.

He wanted to capture Hua Zhiyao, bring him before Hua Changdeng, and make him face judgment in front of himself, slashing him with a hundred and thirty swords.

Hua Zhiyao calmly gazed at this gentleman, and after a brief contemplation, spoke as if the words were beads:

"Young Master Li, please offend me."

Upon these words, the reception hall fell into a sudden silence.

All the guards and maids could no longer restrain their heads from drooping to the ground, raising them up sharply in disbelief.

Even Yuegong Kui was on the verge of having her eyes bulge out, as if she heard something rebellious.

Offend...

Brother Zhiyao, how dare you use this word?

"Ah!"

The reception hall erupted with a sudden roar.

Then sword light shot in all directions, and the cold breath was chilling.

In an instant, Hua Zhiyao’s body was shredded, his arms and legs severed by Yue Gongli’s thirteen swords, his belly split open, a sight too horrible to witness.

Blood, intestines, severed limbs... rolled across the ground.

Yue Gongli’s eyes were glowing with rage, his pale face spotted with blood. Holding the sword slanted like a demon, he felt thoroughly refreshed.

Great!

He couldn’t be bothered about the positions of both clans.

An eye for an eye, a grievance for a grievance; putting off revenge is like leftover food, it’s not the same taste afterward.

He enjoyed and was immersed in the present moment.

Only when all the murderous aura dissipated, something felt off.

From start to finish, Hua Zhiyao seemed simply to provoke, not to discuss matters; his mission was absurd, as if just to provoke a war between the clans...

So what?

The one who should be fearful is Hua Changdeng, not the entire clan of the Cold Palace Emperor Realm!

"Do you have any last wishes?"

Yue Gongli no longer intended to spare this person, planning to bring a wisp of a remnant soul to Hua Changdeng.

Hua Zhiyao, without much thought, only smiled faintly, with a mockingly arching smile at the corner of his mouth, again mimicking Yue Gongli’s tone, jestingly saying:

"Young Master Li, strike me."

Boom!

Yue Gongli slashed down with his sword, the force rising like someone had just been slapped.

In the reception hall, the Holy Power and the dazzling illusory light were too fast for anyone to react. Even Yuegong Kui’s "Stop" was stuck in her throat when Hua Zhiyao was already split from head to toe.

"Dead, dead..."

The maid holding the pipa, who usually only played music and dance, had never seen such a horrifying scene?

The maids withdrew in a hurry, some even collapsing to the ground.

The Hua Zhiyao who was split in two, the two halves violently flung to the sides, upon crashing to the ground did not splatter blood and flesh but turned into...

Two stone halves?

The blue-gray fragmented tombstones were taller than a man, lying on either side of the reception hall.

Even the scattered limbs, intestines, and blood on the ground had turned into stones, fragments, and rubble.

The entire place was silent.

"Thunk."𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Yue Gongli’s spiritual sword fell to the ground.

He finally realized where the odd feeling came from, as if he was being guided?

But how could that be?

Under the heavens, not even the Ancestral God could guide him.

This person was a person, or a tombstone? Could he really not see?

Yue Gongli’s eyelids drooped, expressionless, sunk in a frightening demeanor.

Soon, a slight twitch appeared at the corner of his mouth, his eyes dimly pointing at the tombstone, asking in a strange voice:

"What is this thing?"

No one replied, trembling with fear.

Yue Gongli’s voice returned to calmness as he asked again: "Yuegong Kui, what is this thing?"

Yuegong Kui’s hands and feet were icy cold.

A moment ago, he thought it was Brother Zhiyao.

He and Brother Zhiyao shared their hearts, shared the stakes, discussed the distribution of Wurao, and Brother Zhiyao could speak.

Now, after Young Master Li split Brother Zhiyao, Brother Zhiyao turned into stone...

Indeed, what is this thing?

In all his life, Yuegong Kui had seen all sorts of strange and bizarre things, even the terrifying kind with fierce ghosts.

He had never seen a tombstone turn into a person, provoke a clan, and at the end invite itself to be beheaded and fall at another clan’s hands.

This wasn’t frightening at all.

Just absurd, just against common sense.

This matter in itself shouldn’t even exist in this world, within the scope of human understanding.

The key is, what did this tombstone spirit have to gain from deceiving the eyes of himself and Young Master Li and seeking death?

Yuegong Kui stepped forward in a daze, examining the tombstone on the left.

This half of the tombstone had several deep scratches... or sword marks, made earlier by Young Master Li’s strike.

Are there words beneath the sword marks?

Yuegong Kui slightly frowned, softly reading it out:

"Endless?"

The crowd was stunned, nobody knew what this phrase meant, but it seemed full of Sword Will?

"There is also a ’Path’ here..." Yuegong Kui pointed to another stone fragment that was once a severed limb and had words on it.

Yue Gongli’s face darkened, moving to the other side of the tombstone.

This side of the tombstone, besides the sword marks, also had a large hole that went straight through the back, made just a moment ago.

There were also words.

At first glance, nothing seemed special.

But when read together with the previous and those on the ground, things seemed to have suddenly escalated:

"Path... endless, suitable to... stop?"