I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 3901: Chapter 1870: Pressure_3

In these data, Liu Guifen values "combat strength evaluation" the most.

One is the lowest.

Ten is the highest.

Across Cross Corner Street, including the battles previously encountered by the North Street Master, even when faced with experts such as the Dark Night Supreme, the highest was merely "six".

In this boudoir, none were below "six"... oh, there was, but Aunt Xiang had a "burst combat strength evaluation"!

This thing, Liu Guifen had never seen before.

Yet everyone in the boudoir could burst, it was too outrageous.

Moreover...

"This ’...’ what is this thing?" Liu Guifen felt he was gaining knowledge, he had never seen this before.

Combat strength evaluation, according to the introduction, the highest was "ten".

But in Aunt Xiang’s and The Divine’s combat strength evaluations, there appeared "..."—is this beyond limits? Unassessable?

"The Divine..."

Liu Guifen’s eyelids fluttered wildly, trying hard to suppress fluctuating emotions, attempting to focus on serious matters first.

He knew, combat strength above "six" could pose a threat to him, going higher, adding one level was as difficult as reaching heaven.

Everyone in the room had the probability to kill him, this was the conclusion...

Thought about it again and again, suppressed it repeatedly.

Liu Guifen still couldn’t manage calm!

He still couldn’t ignore the "..." representing exploding combat strength values!

Aunt Xiang had the "Great Summoning Technique," everyone in the five regions knew her burst combat strength was "...", understandable.

But The Divine...

No, that was just The Divine’s hand!

Even basic combat strength evaluation was "...", representing a single finger could crush the inheritor of the Dao ancestor?

"View ’The Divine’s hand’, I want all his combat strength data, immediately! Right now!"

Encountering this kind of big figure for the first time, even the two parts marked red in combat strength information, Liu Guifen held back.

He enlarged the view under "Eyes of the Great Path · Dao ancestor inheritance," focusing on that robust hand hidden behind Aunt Xiang’s waist.

"Beep."

"Insufficient permissions, please contribute ten million contribution points to unlock ’The Divine’s combat strength evaluation · detailed analysis’."

Crap!

Where am I supposed to get ten million contribution points for you!

My contribution points have all been squeezed dry by you, the progress of the Dao ancestor inheritance hasn’t even started exchanging yet, damned Dao ancestor inheritance...

Liu Guifen went mad.

Liu Guifen’s face wore a respectful smile, one that was genuinely ingratiating.

At this moment, he finally understood why "Aunt Xiang’s boudoir" was a "legendary" reward trigger location, able to generously reward Elder You Tu with the first sword of the "Seven Swords of the Moving Heavens".

Hmm? Not right?

Judging from Dao ancestor inheritance’s quirks, this "first sword of the moving heavens" surely has no connection with the "Seven Swords of the Moving Heavens", right?

"Greetings, Aunt Xiang."

Liu Guifen dared not think wildly anymore, bowing to greet each person, "Greetings also to the Five Decays of Heaven and Man senior, and Lei Xi’er girl, and..."

He felt very anxious inside at this moment, his voice also trembled, but nonetheless, he slowly regained composure in such a grand scene.

Strong as he is, strong as he remains, I am a sheep of Dao ancestor inheritance, fear nothing!

He straightened up.

Liu Guifen’s face hung a mysterious smile that was half laughing and half not, his gaze lightly cast towards behind Aunt Xiang, calmly saying:

"Greetings, The Divine Almighty."

Could he see?

Aunt Xiang was astonished.

The Divine was not merely hidden behind her waist, nor was she using any spiritual technique to conceal—Aunt Xiang knew her limits.

The Divine himself withdrew his aura, leaving only a palm and wrist outwardly, who could come and recognize this was "The Divine"?

"Ruined..."

"This North Realm Master seems mysterious, could he be using some gift’s name as a pretext to spy on The Divine’s current status, could it be related to the inverted pagoda?" Aunt Xiang immediately thought of the crucial point.

The large hand behind her moved, patting the raised hips.

Aunt Xiang took the hint, moved The Divine’s hand to face her chest, and faced Liu Guifen.

"Liu Guifen, can you perceive my existence?"

Upon hearing this deep voice, Liu Guifen knew this person was terrifyingly strong, his whole body couldn’t help but begin to tremble.

He controlled himself, slightly lifted his lip corner, his face once again showing unfathomably: "The Divine Almighty, I’m at least North..."

"Your smile reminds me of someone."

As soon as the words fell, Liu Guifen’s pupils suddenly enlarged, his hair stood on end, his mind went blank.

But seeing The Divine’s hand suddenly break free from Aunt Xiang’s control, a finger tore through empty space pointing directly, without even time to react, stopped right before his forehead.

"Buzz..."

Intangible force waves rippled across Aunt Xiang’s boudoir.

The miscellaneous objects in the room trembled buzzingly, and the wooden door behind creaked loudly.

The skin at Liu Guifen’s forehead slightly split open, blood trickling down, his lips turned pale, cold sweat like rain, shivering he spoke:

"Who, who do...?"

The room was dead silent, yet Liu Guifen was deafened.

"Beep beep beep!"

"Alert! Alert! Alert!"

"Death Alert! Death Alert! Death Alert!"

"Analyzing survival path...survival path analysis failed...ten deaths no life. Suggest waiting on site, there may be a sliver of life."

Wait?

Wait to die!

You stupid Dao ancestor system, besides waiting to die, at least show a clear path... Liu Guifen regretted coming to Aunt Xiang’s boudoir, this wasn’t legendary, this was hell-level!

"You don’t need to know who he is, you just need to know, when I have this intuition, I generally choose to...kill him."

Bam!

Liu Guifen kneeled abruptly without warning.

This was the survival path he fantasized, but he knew The Divine’s temperament, the weak were more deserving of death.

He thus stood straight, feeling neither arrogant nor subservient, stammering: "Mr. Liu is this year, a hundred and seventy-two..."

The hand seemed deaf, after all, it had no ears, but in the end still gave a chance, a faint voice echoed in the boudoir:

"Answer what Xiang’er asks."

"Say when you’re told."

"If not asked, then wait."

Paused, it stopped for precisely three breaths, yet felt like three centuries.

In Aunt Xiang’s boudoir where a pin drop could be heard, sweat drops could sound, The Divine’s voice then emerged:

"Do not lie, can you achieve that, Liu Guifen?"