I Am Loaded with Passive Skills-Chapter 4373 - 2030: Seed Refinement

"Kneeling?"

"Why is Saint Xin kneeling!"

The spectators in the Apricot Realm were still immersed in the four regions being taken by Guiding City, unsure of when Yama might point at them.

Suddenly, the battle reversed. After Saint Xin lunged forward, he directly slammed down to his knees before Lord Shou, stunning everyone.

Abandoning the fight, choosing submission?

The mighty Demon Ancestor also bowed before Lord Shou, almost groveling at his feet.

Where is the dignity?

Where is the pride?

Where is the character?

The previous boast of "everything is mine" turns out to be achieved this way?

"Look, Saint Xin’s eyes are bulging, he definitely didn’t kneel willingly!" Someone with sharp eyes exclaimed.

Immediately, someone else rolled their eyes, "Nonsense, who would kneel willingly?"

The God Descent Technique has appeared several times in the five regions.

But that was based on absolute control of a higher person over a lower one.

Even that time in the Southern Region, when Lord Shou used this move on the Hallmaster Dao, causing him to lose face in the five regions.

After all, there was previous malicious friction between the two—Lord Shou secretly played a trick, trapping the Hallmaster Dao, it’s nothing much.

But now, the target is Saint Xin!

This is the Zero Ancestral God, impossible for Lord Shou to have tampered with him without being detected, yet how did he get him on his knees, shouting "God Descent Technique"?

"Could it be, the Ultimate Life Demon Physique?"

By process of elimination, there could only be this one possibility.

Such a thought also germinated in Saint Xin’s mind, it could only be Mu Zixi.

"Damn it, damn it!"

In this moment, Saint Xin’s status was extremely tortured.

On one hand, he clearly felt the bizarre behavior of his body, ashamed beyond belief.

On the other hand, he furiously searched for the branding of the consciousness that suddenly took over his body, trying to figure it out.

But Saint Xin clearly sensed the intervention of Xu Xiaoshou’s Great Path of Will power. Once smoothed out, it split into two.

Smooth again, it split into four.

Four became eight, eight became sixteen.

Endlessly repeating!

In just an instant, countless intent branding flooded Saint Xin’s mind like a swarm of incredibly fast-moving ants, making him nauseous without knowing how to handle it.

"God Devil Eyes!"

Just in time, the head was raised!

Just in time for the power of God Devil Eyes to move as it pleased!

Just in time for Xu Xiaoshou to only briefly control his body, but with the face right there, he could reverse control him!

"Sizzle..."

In the instant the God Devil Eyes’ power emerged, Xu Xiaoshou in front disappeared.

A heart-splitting pain came from the chest, swiftly tearing towards the Sword Sutra, the abdomen, as if something was about to burst out from within.

"Urghhh..."

That pain, under the guidance of will power, was infinitely magnified.

Saint Xin couldn’t stop trembling and screaming, yet saw that the strength of the God Devil Eyes hadn’t struck its target, instead Xu Xiaoshou emerged from the rupture in his chest and abdomen!

"What an awful scream."

That Xu Xiaoshou, emerging halfway from within, reached out with two fingers, poked inside his own body.

Sizzle! Sizzle!

The power of sword cognition pierced through, and in an instant, the God Devil Eyes were punctured clean through, making Saint Xin feel as if his back of head was completely penetrated.

"Ah—"

"Still screaming?"

That half-exposed Xu Xiaoshou rooted himself within Saint Xin’s body, using it as a nutrient, descending himself halfway as a demigod.

Through the Life Path, Engulfing Power of Greedy the Cat Spirit, and the plundering instinct of Infinite Silence, he devoured frantically the power of Ultimate Life Demon Physique which hadn’t even fully unleashed half its ability.

Yet somehow pulled out a sword, directly plunged it into the throat of Saint Xin whose flesh rapidly withered.

"Ugh!"

Hidden Bitter twisted seductively.

Saint Xin’s tongue was cut, even the throat was pierced through.

Seeing someone emerge from within his own body and plunge a sword into his throat.

This sense of absurd strangeness, this combat method, unprecedented, filled him with despair.

Fortunately, Saint Xin’s thoughts suddenly stabilized, and as he almost adapted to the control of will power, he immediately summoned his divine palace:

"Delayed Technique..."

"Li Country Blade!"

But Xu Xiaoshou was a step faster than him.

With consciousness so closely intertwined, and in the wide-open Intent Stripping state, Saint Xin’s thoughts were entirely at his fingertips.

Li Country Blade cleaved down, and Saint Xin briefly fell into a blank state.

Xu Xiaoshou slowly raised two fingers in a pondering gesture, and soon formed the Cursed Yin hand gesture.

Buzz!

At that moment, the Life Dao Disc radiated power immensely, alongside the gleaming Technique Dao Disc, Unity of Man and the Heavens was simultaneously achieved, as if aided by divine intervention.

"Technique·Life Seed Refinement."

Indeed, by means of technique, combining with the Life Path, he replicated the method by which Medicine Ancestor refined Jin Ren into a Life Seed to cast into the Reincarnation River!

...

What?

Witnessing this scene from afar, Medicine Ancestor’s face turned pale.

Xu Xiaoshou’s Life Path and Phantom Swords Technique, though not as advanced as his own, were more than sufficient to refine Saint Xin into a Life Seed under complete control.

So what happens next?

Once formed, the Life Seed becomes like a cocoon, the more it struggles, the deeper it sinks, Saint Xin is half-wasted!

"Useless!"

Even Medicine Ancestor couldn’t help but scold angrily at this thought.

What kind of uselessness is this?

Against a mere Xu Xiaoshou, instead of aiming to have Saint Xin return to zero, control the God Demon Dao Sea, and crush him, after all, he too has the Sea of Consciousness.

At the very least, there should be a back-and-forth struggle, right?

But from start to finish, Saint Xin was suppressed, round after round of exchanges left him stripped, his face slapped swollen.

One defeat after another, with each loss leading to yet another, beaten to the point of kneeling before someone.