I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 3330 - Chapter 3330: Chapter 1669: The Battle Begins, Qin Curses and is Struck by a Furious Divine Envoy_3
Chapter 3330: Chapter 1669: The Battle Begins, Qin Curses and is Struck by a Furious Divine Envoy_3
The next breath, the halberd enlarged and appeared above Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe.
The Upanishad of space, one breath traverses two regions, terror as such!
Feng Zhongzui saw the halberd severing the sky, stretching across the firmament, and even he, well-informed as he was, was shocked to the core:
“Dragon Painting Spear!”
“One of the Great Psionic Weapons, equally famous as the Sea God’s Trident, one of the dual great psionic halberds!”
“Isn’t this renowned as the personal weapon of the Northern Region’s number one demi-saint, War Saint Taizai Ci? How did it fall into Lord Shou’s hands? Could it be…”
Feng Zhongzui thought deeply and was terrified, his scalp going numb:
“Could it be that War Saint Taizai Ci has already perished under Lord Shou’s sword, even his weapon taken away?”
“But beside Taizai Ci, there should be the elusive Shadow Saint, Snake Lady, and beneath him, the Twelve Holy Lords of the Northern Region!”
Not to mention, whether in commentary or in pinpointing the key points, Feng Zhongzui belongs to a level of super Taoization in the path of imparting Dao.
While the five regions were still astonished by “Qin Duan cursing Lord Shou,” he had already found the most crucial thing:
“So that’s how it is, I understand now!”
“Qin Guan of the Northern Region’s Twelve Saints, comes from the same line as Patriarch Qin Duan of the Qin Family.”
“Before, demi-saint Taizai Ci had gathered Shadow Saint, Snake Lady, and the Twelve Saints, accepting the ‘Invitation to Saint’ to enter the God Executioner’s Ruins to execute Lord Shou.”
“Now it seems, they’ve all been annihilated!”
As soon as these words came out, the five regions were astounded.
Could it be that fifteen demi-saints were slain by Lord Shou in some unattended corner?
Feng Zhongzui couldn’t help shouting out loud:
“So Qin Duan wasn’t just suddenly erupting, he has been suppressing his anger for too long.”
“From the start of ascending Sacred Mountain, he couldn’t bear Lord Shou in his sight. Their relations were inherently at odds like fire and water!”
As the Dragon Painting Spear transformed into a dragon and descended, Qin Duan was not only startled by the sudden covert attack but was also shocked yet again by Feng Zhongzui’s interpretation.
Did Qin Guan die at Xu Xiaoshou’s hand?
“Bang!!!”
In the midst of shock, Ai Cangsheng beside the wheelchair had already drawn his bow and loosed an arrow.
It was tolerable before, but clearly, he couldn’t bear to watch Xu Xiaoshou forcefully kill Qin Duan right under his watch.
The bow trembled at the twang.
The Arrow of Evil Sin Bow, meeting the golden dragon head-on of the Dragon Painting Spear, exploded with waves of sinful energy in the void.
The magnificent force actually repelled the incoming dual psionic halberd from the Southern Region right in its face!
“So strong…”
Feng Zhongzui was once again shaken by such a masterful arrow. Before he could comment, he saw Qin Duan losing control.
The old man barely managed to react to the covert attack of the Dragon Painting Spear, and now, saved by Lord Cang Sheng, didn’t even turn to thank him but pointed angrily at the sky:
“You bastard, was it you who killed Qin Guan?”
In front of the Sacred Mountain’s Dao Imparting Mirror in the Southern Region, Xu Xiaoshou raised his hands vainly, fingers twitching slightly, and upon hearing this, showed a puzzled face:
“Qin Guan, who is that?”
Ignoring!
A blatant disregard!
Qin Duan was furious, his beard blown askew, Holy Power surging outwards:
“Insolent brat!”
His words had just landed, not yet making a move.
But from behind him came a roar even more explosive.
“You’re the insolent one!”
Everyone jumped in fright, quickly turning around.
Even Ai Cangsheng had not anticipated what happened next, the one berating Qin Duan turned out to be his friend…
“Qiu Gu?!”
Feng Zhongzui screamed, “Demi-Saint Qiu Gu, with the Golden Holy Bone, he’s got the wrong person, right?”
The people of the five regions were dumbstruck, instinctively unable to grasp what was happening, thinking that Qiu Gu had some private grudge with Qin Duan.
Because his fury seemed genuinely authentic, as he raged from behind and was immediately upon him.
“Parading power, bullying with authority, do you really think you old scoundrel is somebody special?”
Qiu Gu radiated golden light, fiercely slapping his palm towards Qin Duan’s dumbfounded turning head.
Slap!
The old Saint Qin Duan’s head spun a full three hundred and sixty degrees.
The next moment, a ring of blood appeared on his neck, and the head simply went AWOL.
“Self-destruction?”
Feng Zhongzui’s eyes were wide open, just as he was about to continue his commentary, when suddenly a thought occurred:
“No!”
“It’s Hallmaster Dao’s Puppet Manipulation Thread—Lord Shou’s trickery, once again performed across realms at Sacred Mountain!”
On the first viewing platform of the Feng family city in the Southern Region, Hallmaster Dao Qiongcang was originally enjoying the show when the sound made his face turn completely dark.
“The Puppet Manipulation Thread is not mine!”
“I don’t know how to use Puppet Manipulation Thread, and if I did, it would be called Great Puppet Manipulation Skill, not that name, okay?”
All of Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe was caught off guard by Qiu Gu, struck dumb by the sudden outburst.
Qin Duan instantly terminated the connection.
Only when his head flew into the sky and after hearing Feng Zhongzui’s interpretation, did he come to his senses from the “bewilderment” guided by the Will Dao Disc.
It’s the Puppet Manipulation Thread!
Qiu Gu is innocent; he was controlled by Xu Xiaoshou.
“Elder Qiu, what are you doing!”
Zhong Yuanzi let out a loud shout, attempting to wake everyone up.
The first one to be awakened by the shout was Ai Cangsheng, who almost drew the Evil Sin Bow while on his wheelchair. Right, he’s Elder Qiu, one of our own, it’s not too appropriate to shoot him.
Qiu Gu who slapped away Qin Duan’s head was also stunned, staring unbelievably at his blood-dripping palm:
“How could I…”
“Why…”
He looked at his hand, at Qin Duan’s dismembered corpse, at the head trying to reattach to the body.
Suddenly Qiu Gu burst into laughter, and as golden light exploded, he slapped out another palm:
“You old fool, how dare you insult my Shou?”
“This saint has wanted to slap you for a long time. Do you really think it’s all Xu Xiaoshou controlling me? Does he have that ability?”
A heavy slap flew out, in the midst of Qin Duan’s horrified change of color…
Bang!!!
A startling bowstring sound echoed through Sacred Mountain, dust dispersed for a thousand miles.
“Ah—”
Qiu Gu let out a scream, clutching his cleanly severed broken arm, not even seeing when the Arrow of Evil Sin Bow shattered it.
“No, no, no, I didn’t do it on purpose,” Qiu Gu panicked, “Lord Cangsheng, it’s Xu Xiaoshou, he’s the one…”
“Qiu Gu! Old fool Qiu, you’re definitely acting out of personal vengeance!” Qin Duan was on the verge of collapsing.
“Stop arguing, this is exactly the outcome Xu Xiaoshou wants!” Beibei, disturbed and annoyed, interjected, “Stop arguing, please!”
“Qin Duan, it’s all because you insulted my Shou… Ah!!!”
Someone screamed loudly, halting the clouds in their tracks.
Ai Cangsheng himself was startled, and when he turned to glance over, he saw Xi crouching on the ground, covering his ears and sweating profusely.
He actually had a stronger will than Qin Duan and Qiu Gu, and as he lost control, White Sin Karmic Fire emerged from his body, instantly breaking free from the Puppet Manipulation Thread.
At the same time, behind him, a figure of Extremely Evil Hell’s Lord White Sin materialized.
Demi-Saint level!
The evil ghost held Xi with one hand, staring fiercely at the crowd, as if to prevent Xi from being controlled again.
“All of you shut up.”
Xi’s eyes were splitting, and he roared deeply.
Everyone was startled by the little guy, and the Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe plaza went abruptly silent.
But the brief quietude only highlighted the commotion behind them.
“Snap!”
A crisp sound of a slap was heard.
As the crowd turned to look, they saw Qin Duan with his spiritual weapons, soul weapons shattered, and his body was pierced from the back to the front chest by the Dragon Painting Spear, bleeding incessantly.
What was even more terrifying was that his head, which had been reattached to his neck, now turned completely black after the sound of the slap.
They were all demi-saints and could see at a glance.
This was definitely a spiritual attack—Qin Duan’s soul body had its head smashed off with a palm!
“Who did this?”
Qiu Gu’s right arm has been shattered by Lord Cang Sheng’s shot.
So whose arm was it that picked up the Dragon Painting Spear, shattered all defensive spiritual weapons, and slapped away Qin Duan’s soul head with one palm?
“Thud!”
Qin Duan’s knees hit the ground, and the whole person lost consciousness.
From behind his burly body, a pale and horrifying face revealed itself, and for a moment, the plaza fell deathly silent.
Feng Zhongzui covered his mouth, disbelief filling his eyes:
“The Ninth Divine Priest?”
Even Ai Cangsheng was taken aback, raising his eyebrows high, but could only silently gaze at the spiritual figure of a lady clad in a pale yellow palace dress.
There, the usually noble and dignified Ninth Divine Priest looked distressed, stunned by her own hand that had just slapped someone, and the blood streaming from the Dragon Painting Spear.
Hiding her hand behind her slender waist as if she dared not let others see it, when she looked up at everyone, she took feeble steps back, frantically gesturing denial to the crowd with her hands:
“This palace, this palace normally does not perform such unrefined acts…”
Source: Webnovel.com, updated on Novlove.com
