I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 3886: Chapter 1865: Late Arrival_4

It mocks its own ignorance and weakness!

Xiao Wanfeng finally saw it, the finger of Hua Changdeng pointing towards him—so ordinary, not even the 10 Sections of the Finger Sword, just a simple, common finger.

The vision was blurry, as if half the world was lost.

Until that detestable snowflake, smashed by a flying eyeball, scattered and spread out, Xiao Wanfeng finally felt the cold.

"So cold..."

He shivered.

Time seemed to have finally returned to normal speed.

He brushed past Master Siren, turning his head just in time to meet the old master’s furious gaze, his eyes nearly bursting, hair and beard standing on end, like an angry lion roaring about something...

"I seem to hear nothing... Master Siren..."

He smashed through the flying snow, body tumbling mid-air, catching a glimpse of the four Burial Sword Tomb members not far behind, just barely older than himself.

They rushed forward, faces filled with shock, confusion, and collapse.

Su Qianqian...

Xiao Wanfeng also saw his peer Su Qianqian’s anxious face, suddenly drawing the black broadsword, that famed sword Demonic Emperor Black Dragon, but was held back by her three senior brothers, and the scene darkened.

"The senior brothers are right... can’t be impulsive... not everyone... is Young Master Xu..."

Falling from high to low, Xiao Wanfeng again saw Xiao Kongtong prostrate on the ground, Lei Shuangxing pausing mid-step, Feng Tingchen sighing deeply, and the Moonless Sword Deity looking straight ahead...

Life, so fragile.

Life can last a mortal century, or be over with a single finger’s push, flying back and crashing dead onto the ground.

"I, will become the first ancient swordsman in history to die from falling..."

As the last thoughts flashed by, Xiao Wanfeng saw the Cang Godhood Sword arriving late to rescue him, failing to block that finger.

He could faintly feel the constant trembling apology conveyed by Xuan Cang, no apology needed, it was my impulsiveness.

The sounds of the world gradually faded away.

The images in his one-eyed perspective also gradually grew dim.

Even the taste, touch, and so forth seemed to start disordering, mischievously playing with him.

Cold!

Pain!

Everything existed, but none of it mattered anymore.

"Snow..."

Xiao Wanfeng’s eyelids were heavy, just a few falling snowflakes, yet arrogant enough to want to bury him.

Too arrogant, this snow!

Truly unwilling...

So this is what death feels like...

Despite the five senses fading, Xiao Wanfeng could clearly sense his distance from the earth, his distance from death, right after this thought.

"Hah."

Upon hitting the ground, there was no strange sound.

Xiao Wanfeng, however, heard a faint whistling sound.

He had long foreseen the moment he hit the ground, his entire body, soul, consciousness shattering from the impact.

No!

No?

Xiao Wanfeng struggled to lift his left eyelid, wanting to take a last glimpse of the beauty of the world, and like a last moment of consciousness, he did it.

The sense of touch returned.

He realized he was supported by a broad, strong arm, preventing him from hitting the ground and shattering.

The sense of sight returned.

In the dim, hazy world, only black, white, and grey remained, and he caught a glimpse of a blurry face.

It was only a partial profile, with only a stern jawline visible, and under the swaying, hanging black hair, a slightly revealed drooping eye corner.

"Although reluctantly, you did it, you protected Master Siren."

"Hmm...?!" Xiao Wanfeng recognized that eye, and heard the rich voice as well. In that moment, the world filled with light, and he shuddered violently, excitedly opening his mouth to speak, then coughed up blood uncontrollably.

"Yes."

Clearly he couldn’t say anything.

This person seemed to know what he wanted to say, wanted to ask, tipped his chin slightly, and softly said:

"I am Bazhun’an."

"I am late."