I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 3752 - 1816: Compassionate Rainbow

Chapter 3752: Chapter 1816: Compassionate Rainbow

Even though the West City Gate is very close to the tavern, surprisingly, no one cares about the commotion happening there.

At this moment, the tavern guests have all risen and gathered in groups, encircling Xiao Wanfeng and the three from the Cheng family.

It was like forming a competition platform.

“Attack!”

After much consideration, Cheng Xie still issued the command.

No one was willing to be the first to stand out, fearing the might of Xuan Cang’s edge; Cheng Xie wasn’t afraid.

This godhood sword was on Xiao Wanfeng, and no one dared to take it.

When later it falls into Cheng Xie’s hands, would these cowards then dare to take it?

If they dare then, can they still dare when Cheng Xie calls out a demi-saint?

As the Eighth Sword Deity said: “Whatever fears me, retreats three miles away, whatever desires to battle me, accompanies in all respects.”

Only absolute confidence can forge ahead on the Path of the Ancient Swordsman—Cheng Xie, as an ancient swordsman, understands this better than anyone.

Today, he was definitely going to be the standout bird.

Not only would he stand out, but he would make everyone in the arena retreat, not daring to challenge the Cheng family’s might.

“Make your move!”

Following the young master’s command, the two higher voids had no longer any hesitation.

The boundary line carved by Xiao Wanfeng on the ground was now seen as a joke in their eyes.

Had there been real strength, that sword would not have cleaved the ground but one of them.

He who dresses up as God, plays the devil is surely strong outwardly but hollow within.

The Cheng family had neither done much nor little to overpower the weak.

This time, chasing the godhood sword Xuan Cang and losing face in front of everyone at Fusang, what’s the harm?

“Daluo Cloud Finger!”

The two higher voids leapt across the boundary line, soaring into the air, void power howling behind them, converging into a gray-white giant figure.

The giant’s finger pierced down from the sky hole, clouds and winds swirled, shaking the sky and bursting the earth, its force making the tavern around quake, the ground erupting in collapse.

“Silence Leaf!”

The other higher void floated in the air, white leaves fluttering around his waist, he pinched a piece, coldly flinging it forth.

The Silence Leaf broke through space, the area within a thousand miles instantly fell silent; everyone lost their hearing.

In the view, the white leaflet like flying blades magnified in its spin, seemingly about to slice through everyone’s spiritual altar and soul intent.

“The higher voids hired by the Cheng family are very targeted indeed.”

Outside the fray, Dan Saint Lu Shiyu and the Spiritual Cultivation Sealing Saint had no deep understanding of the ancient swordsman, but knew much about the Spiritual Cultivation Void.

A Daluo Cloud Finger aimed to kill the physique, a Silence Leaf targeted the spiritual will; don’t mention a mere youth like Xiao Wanfeng.

Even swapping to another higher void, if one simultaneously didn’t have research in body, spirit, and will, they’d be pierced with a flaw somewhere.

—Just that such a master of body, spirit, and will, can there be a few in the current world?

Xiao Wanfeng certainly couldn’t withstand it!

Once a flaw in body, spirit, and will reveals itself, inevitably followed by the tempestuous attack of the two higher voids.

First, tear open the wound, then sprinkle salt on the wound, keep salting, wildly salting—snatch a flaw, it leads to a fatal blow!

“But this old-timer bullying, many against the few, is just despicable, huh!”

The Military Saint Tie Dameng, being a blunt person, couldn’t stand the two old men targeting a youth.

Nor could he tolerate the prestigious aristocratic family of the ancient swordsman, the Cheng family, opting not for the ancient rituals of the swordsman to compete fairly in a bout.

Instead, they chose to engage in shameless ganging tactics!

Lu Shiyu shook his head slightly, his gaze fixed on the three-foot-long sword in the youth’s hand:

“Everyone fears slipping in the gutter, that’s Xuan Cang, the godhood sword, a thousand-year-old Golden Fate Dragon emerging, not just higher voids, even the demi-saints have to evade its edge temporarily.”

“But that’s Rao Yaoyao’s Golden Fate Dragon!” Tie Dameng disagreed, “Even if Xiao Wanfeng can wield it, how much strength will he retain? He can’t possibly win!”

Lu Shiyu glanced at him, not quite understanding what Tie Dameng was expressing, humorously saying: “Precisely because they’re scared, the Cheng family’s higher voids are going all out, right?”

Tie Dameng couldn’t articulate his sentiments.

He’s just a spectator, immediately rolling his eyes, too lazy for more words: “Anyway, I can’t stand it. At the crucial moment, I’ll step in!”

Lu Shiyu paid him no mind, indicating the battlefield below, showing a bit of anticipation:

“They’ve moved.”

…

Xiao Wanfeng moved.

When the two higher voids breached the sky, he hadn’t yet moved.

When the two higher voids crossed the boundary line, his grip tightened, the Xuan Cang sword body flipped, his cold gaze and brows, battle intent erupted.

“Xuan Cang, open!”

The sword cries resounded, Xuan Cang emitted a three-foot glow.

Xiao Wanfeng seemed to transform, from gentle as jade, unassuming hidden sword state, to one exposing sharpness, like a sword drawn from its sheath.

He stepped forward.

“Boom!”

Wind and snow surged, Sword Will soared.

Cheng Xie gave a glimpse, hardly containing laughter, “Acquired-stage Sword Will?”

Acquired-stage Sword Will, sword cries within one mile.

This is for outsiders to gauge the level of the ancient swordsman’s sword will.

Cheng Xie need not use it, as a Sovereign swordsman, he had long forged a pair of discerning eyes.

The tavern crowd also sniggered, thinking it impressive, only to be a big bluff.

But soon, the laughter on everyone’s face froze.

Xiao Wanfeng’s Sword Will soared, unexpectedly just beginning, rapidly the sword cries tore through ten miles, Fusang quivered.

“Ten Miles Sword Cries, Innate Sword Intent!”

This was indeed somewhat surprising, an ordinary teenage boy, cultivating Innate Sword Intent?

But against higher voids, an Innate Sword Intent was barely useful!

“Wait a minute!”

No stopping yet!

In a flash, within Fusang Tavern’s surroundings, everyone’s spiritual swords trembled, famed swords were startled, each ascending, yearning to return.

“All Swords to the Master, Master Sword Intent?”

Xiao Wanfeng, with one command “open,” emerged Master Sword Intent from a mortal body?

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