I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 3745: Chapter 1813: Seizing the Sword (Part 2)

Is everyone pulling strings trying to connect themselves to Lord Shou now when faced with danger?

Where’s this person at the First Pavilion in the Sky?

Xiao Wanfeng couldn’t help but chuckle, thinking he’d thought too highly of himself. He lazily refrained from explaining and clasped his hands again, responding:

"Just a mortal, Xiao Wanfeng."

That’s really "mortal"!

First you bring out the First Pavilion in the Sky to awe people, then declare yourself as someone insignificant.

All in an effort to retreat while advancing, forcing everyone to hesitate and not dare to make a move against him—after all, the thoughts of a seventeen-year-old are still too immature, and his tactics overly crude.

Nearly thirty-year-old Cheng Xie, having seen much in his family, was too lazy to bother with these things, yet he mentally lowered his evaluation of the boy.

His eyes burned as he stared at the long sword behind the boy, asking, "The Godhood Sword Xuan Cang, after battling with Lord Shou and Sword Saint Rao, has its spiritual intelligence severely damaged and entered a deep self-concealed state?"

He asked very politely, but anyone with a careful mind could easily discern Cheng Xie’s intention in his words.

Xuan Cang must have been blind to notice you!

Its spiritual intelligence must be severely damaged, unable to recognize its sword-bearer, and you, Xiao Wanfeng, either stumbled upon it or rescued it once, forcing it to acknowledge you as its master, right?

Only this kind of explanation could slightly ease the discomfort felt from seeing a godhood sword embedded in mortal filth.

"Sigh."

Xiao Wanfeng sighed helplessly again.

Though young, his martial arts world experience was not shallow.

As a mortal drifter from a young age, traversing the renowned mountains and rivers of the five regions, even with a child’s heart, he understood worldly matters.

Prejudices in human hearts are like mountains.

Cheng Xie wasn’t questioning; he’d already settled on this perspective. Perhaps only Lord Shou could explain?

But how could Lord Shou explain to someone as trivial as Cheng Xie?

One sword strike over there would already be generous to Cheng Xie—at least it would let him gain fame posthumously for dying under the famed Cangku Sword.

"If you want to believe it, then believe it." Xiao Wanfeng could say no more.

Cheng Xie couldn’t hide his anger but before he could act, Xiao Wanfeng spoke first: "Empty words, how can you prove the sword on my back is the Cang Godhood Sword?"

As he spoke, he reached back and gripped Xuan Cang, signaling to refrain from continuing the chaos.

In the face of a sword deity duel, he, Xiao Wanfeng, was truly not the protagonist of Fusang, and there was no need to draw attention.

The feeling of being watched was something Xiao Wanfeng recalled from Hallmaster Dao’s gaze, consciously unpleasant.

"Buzz!"

Yet as soon as he spoke, without any move from Cheng Xie, there was a thundering sound of swords at the Fusang City West City Gate.

Snow flew like weaving, floating in mid-air.

At the movement of the sword’s song, all became suppressed.

Xiao Wanfeng’s expression changed, thinking it wasn’t good. Turning back, he saw Xuan Cang ignoring his restraint, soaring into the air, instantly drawing hundreds and thousands of gazes.

"Don’t mess this up!"

Xiao Wanfeng’s face turned green.

Xuan Cang ignored it, its sword body trembling.

The sealing belt entwining its body shattered with a scratch.

At that moment, divine light descended, the godhood sword emerged from the dust, all ancient swordsmen in Fusang City were drawn by its sword will, their faces displaying shock and fear; all saber bearers, found their sabers drawn and suspended in submission.

Ten Thousand Sword Intent spreading harmoniously.

Stones fell into the Heart Lake, causing ripples in the thoughts of all around.

Even Cheng Xie’s sleeve released two slender white small swords, as thin as fingers, floating overhead, releasing sword light to resist.

"Boom!"

Xuan Cang rose three more feet into the air.

The roaring sword will descended, making all spiritual swords, including Xiao Qixiu’s, unable to withstand the pressure, falling to the ground.

Only the Sleeve Sword and Double Needles trembled and could still resist, able to climb up further.

"Boom!"

Xuan Cang rose higher yet again, seemingly with great obsession.

This time, the golden fate dragon gathered from centuries of accumulation at the Holy Divine Palace coiled around its sword body, further emphasizing its absolute reputation nurtured since the chaotic era.

Plop!

The Sleeve Sword and Double Needles ultimately couldn’t withstand the pressure, falling back into Cheng Xie’s hands.

It had been too neglected for too long, and its sword-bearer had been obscure over the generations. Even though the its quality was extraordinary, in the current era, it was one step weaker than Xuan Cang, and that was indisputable.

"Buzz buzz buzz—"

The Godhood Sword Xuan Cang arrogantly stood in mid-air, seeing no sword around it capable of comparing, its cries continuous, extremely satisfied.

Xiao Wanfeng: "..."

He roughly understood the situation but was speechless.

Cheng Xie caught his Sleeve Sword Double Needles, face turning as black as coal, being the sword-bearer of the Cheng family in present times, along with the power of the Double Needles, yet failing against Xuan Cang!

Xuan Cang had even entirely abandoned Xiao Wanfeng, relying solely on the fame nurtured by the previous sword-bearer Senior Rao Yaoyao to suppress Cheng Xie and the Double Needles, leaving them breathless!

Three-foot-long sword, colored in cyan and white.

Carved dragon and phoenix, shrouded in auspicious clouds.

After shedding its restriction and shining bright, Xuan Cang became the sole protagonist in Fusang City.

Various taverns swayed like boats in the deep sea, suppressed by the sword will, teetering on collapse.

Everyone gazed at the sword in a daze, diverting their eyes, feeling a sense of loss, and when they returned their gaze to Xiao Wanfeng, they no longer knew what to say.

Xiao Wanfeng rubbed his forehead with one hand, truly powerless this time: "Alright, it is indeed the Godhood Sword Xuan Cang, my sword."

"Shameful!"

Cheng Xie cursed aloud, emanating sword will to resist.

He didn’t know who he was cursing, maybe himself, maybe the Sleeve Sword Double Needles, but in the end, he pointed at Xiao Wanfeng, his eyes slightly red:

"What’s the use of you? What’s the use of you!"

"The Godhood Sword Xuan Cang, relying solely on its sword power, achieved this, what’s the use of you as its sword-bearer?"

Xiao Wanfeng’s eyes widened instantly.

What kind of unwarranted disaster is this?