I Am Loaded with Passive Skills-Chapter 4372 - 2029: Kneel_4

"Compared to Him, I’m still too concerned about pride."

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Blissful and exhilarating!

The joy in my heart, how can mere words express such ecstasy?

Saint Xin played with the concept of time, his mind completely deranged, obsessive, yet still able to maintain a facade of carefree ease:

"Time is up."

"The Ancestral Sword has never turned against its own, a tale of sorrow and glory!"

As soon as the words fell, below the three great Guiding Cities, three giant black hands of demonic clouds simultaneously reached out, decisively crushing the lives of tens of millions in the cities.

"Ah—"

Xu Xiaoshou couldn’t hold it anymore: "Stop, stop! Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you, just please don’t slaughter the innocent!"

He seemed to finally find a slight opening in this dire situation, hurriedly saying: "Saint Xin, these are my people from the Apricot Realm, they’re also the foundation stones for the new Heavenly Realm and the path of Gods and Demons. You mustn’t annihilate them completely!"

"Fine!"

Xu Xiaoshou, in desperation, figured out a mutually beneficial solution:

"I will withdraw from the struggle for the path; Lord Saint Xin, just give me the Apricot Realm, and I will no longer concern myself with the matters of Shengshen Continent."

"From now on, the Apricot Realm and Shengshen Continent will not interfere with each other. No, the Apricot Realm will periodically offer tributes to Shengshen Continent, becoming a subsidiary plane to the new Heavenly Realm, contributing its cultivation talents."

What?

The people of the Apricot Realm were shattered upon hearing this.

They had just walked out of one pig farm, hoping Lord Shou would lead them to glory, only for him to cast everyone into another pig farm?

"Not enough." Saint Xin shook his head, "Far from enough."

"What more do you want?!" Xu Xiaoshou was driven to madness, bloody tears already starting to seep from his eyes as he hastily wiped them away, feeling it might be excessive.

At the sight of the sharpened dagger emerging from the diagram, Saint Xin took a deep breath, slowly speaking: "Five Deficiencies."

"Five Deficiencies?" Xu Xiaoshou was stunned, "You don’t walk the War Dao or Body Dao, even if I give you the Five Deficiencies, you won’t be able to cultivate it!"

Saint Xin smiled faintly, shaking his head without a word.

Xu Xiaoshou was no fool, realizing it suddenly, stumbling back in shock nearly to the point of falling: "You, you..."

He held back his terror but couldn’t suppress the sound of ripping:

"You intend to rob my ancestral path?!"

Hallmaster Dao took a deep breath, turned away, dared not to watch any longer.

It couldn’t go on.

Watching any longer would be unbearable.

"Why not?"

Saint Xin felt as if the long river of Body Dao was within reach. The terrifying fist technique that could blow apart the Ancestral God’s physique gave him the chance to return to himself, why would he give it up?

"Come here!"

He beckoned, gesturing with two forms in his hand: "I won’t rob you of your other Daos, only the Body Dao’s long river and the Five Deficiencies Fist. Just these two, and the Apricot Realm is yours, as you desire, with regular tributes to the new Heavenly Realm. You can leave as you please."

"Lord Shou, no!"

Came cries of alarm from below the Guiding City.

But before they could stop Lord Shou from falling into the abyss, those who made such sounds were found by Saint Xin and crushed from afar.

"Come here!"

Saint Xin beckoned once more.

Xu Xiaoshou’s face turned ashen, and he involuntarily shivered as he staggered forward.

Miles, thousands of miles...

Thousand zhang, hundred zhang...

From afar to near, step by step, feeling like a century’s journey.

No!

Everyone in the Guiding City saw something was off.

At this distance, as long as Lord Shou himself went over, with Saint Xin’s divine palace deployed, there’d be no place to run.

Even Level Four battle consciousness couldn’t withstand the vast coverage of the Delayed Heavens’ Law, with the speed of a region, let alone a hundred zhang distance!

"I..."

But Xu Xiaoshou, heart trembling, looked around completely lost.

When he suddenly awakened, realizing his mind was clouded and had wandered into the terrifying hundred zhang forbidden zone, he fearfully raised his head:

"Something’s wrong!"

Only realizing now?

Saint Xin’s eyes flashed fiercely, leaping forward, crushing Mu Zixi’s spirit and intent as he cackled maliciously:

"Too late!"

"Your people must die, your Dao shall return to my Ancestral path!"

"Body Dao, Way of the Sword, Intent Dao, Name Dao... Everything of yours, it all belongs to me, it’s all my Ancestral path!"

The whole world fell silent, the only sound remaining was Saint Xin lunging forward, the resonance of his divine palace unfolding in his hands:

"Delayed Heavens’ Law, bind—"

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Elation, is also the seed of desire.

The Devil Path controls desire, while the Intent Dao fundamentally touches the development of the Seven Emotions and Six Desires, in a more obscure manner.

In the chess game between the devil and intent, the seed of desire quickly took root and sprouted, growing into a towering giant tree, its dense foliage obscuring the view, leading people astray.

Honestly, during the negotiation, Saint Xin was aware of something amiss.

But it felt too good!

So good it’s indescribable!

Having plotted against himself twice, and publicly shamed by Lord Shou multiple times, now the change in fengshui forces him to humiliatingly submit and wickedly serve a person without being able to pull away, Saint Xin felt a bliss that almost made him moan.

Yet it all suddenly stopped!

Like that first spring dream in youth that had reached its climax, a sudden effort opens those damned eyes.

The dream, was over.

"You..."

Saint Xin was stunned.

Blankly staring at the helpless, pitiful, humiliated Xu Xiaoshou, who in that moment when thrown off by his divine palace, lifted his head.

He seemed like the demonic master of the Dream Realm, no longer twitching, panicking, or helpless, but revealing a radiant sunshine smile touching his temples, with two rows of gleaming white teeth.

"Saint Xin, kneel!"

With a thunderous roar, the mind shook violently, as if the Ancestral Thought’s Sky Shattering Hammer had been driven into the deepest part of consciousness.

The terror at that moment was as if the damned dream target suddenly wore Xu Xiaoshou’s face, causing an unparalleled panic.

"Uh uh uh..."

Saint Xin found he could no longer control his body at all.

He was stiff like a Divine Puppet, from the Crystal Palace he fell before Xu Xiaoshou over a hundred zhang away, struggling in vain.

His knees directly crashing into the void, hands raised high, as he slid forward on his knees, his head held high, filled with terror and despair, he trembled and shouted with a high and bright sound:

"Xu—"

"Divine Descent Technique!!!"