I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

How reckless was that?!

Amidst the gaze of the crowd, the unruly king who stirred up storms, the indomitable Xu Xiaoshou, was gone.

With just a touch, not even a proper strike, and he died?

Not to mention the bewildered look in the eyes of the Spiritual Cultivators stationed in the First Hall of Sins, even Rao Yaoyao and Yan Wuse found this utterly absurd.

There was no denying that Xu Xiaoshou was exceedingly weak, but it was equally undeniable that Xu Xiaoshou was incredibly powerful!

His weakness pertained to his cultivation level.

However, his tenacious life force, along with sporadic displays of a certain kind of spiritual technique that could even topple a demi-saint, were recognized by Yan Wuse from the bottom of his heart.

Otherwise, why would the brilliant light of spiritual cultivation treat a mere junior with such seriousness?

"Impossible!"

At the same time, everyone's minds raced with such thoughts.

After all, the lessons from previous experiences had been deeply etched into their memories.

Thus, when Xu Xiaoshou was instantly obliterated, their initial reaction was: that could not possibly be Xu Xiaoshou!

Except for a certain dragon...

"Ke-haw-haw-haw!"

With a single strike of its claw, Demonic Emperor Black Dragon eradicated Xu Xiaoshou. It burst into mad laughter, lost to the world around.

Too weak!

Setting aside Bazhun'an, humans, one and all, were fragile to the bone. A graze could wound, a touch could kill!

It had not even exerted much force with its strike.

This human was just as it had anticipated, utterly defenseless, despite having a physical resilience far greater than that of his fellow mortals.

Yet who loomed before him?

The master of the Black Vein, Demonic Emperor Black Dragon!

With the status of a Holy Emperor, it was no wonder that a mere human below the level of a demi-saint would perish at its claw. It stood to reason!

"Xu Xiaoshou? Hah, nothing impressive!"

"However, this is fortuitous. My mission is accomplished, and I even saved a drop of Dragon Heart Blood."

"As for the chaos here..."

The Demonic Emperor Black Dragon retracted its blazing pair of eyes into the dark clouds, lazily flipped its body, and drifted in the void, as if poised for departure.

It had no interest in the ruckus here!

It was merely a projection of its will.

Holy Emperors were too powerful and hard to move from their nests with ease. It was clearly impossible to summon the main body of a Holy Emperor with solely an Emperor's Tribulation.

Had any of them not prevailed over the Emperor's Tribulation by this point?

The bit of energy stolen from the Fallen Abyss was only from the earlier stages of the Emperor's Tribulation, not even a fraction of its power.

To be able to accommodate a Holy Emperor's Clone of Will, Bazhun'an had already accomplished an astonishing feat!

Inner Island was the domain of the Demonic Emperor Black Dragon, where it could act as it pleased.

There were too many restrictions on Outer Island. Less trouble was better than more.

Demonic Emperor Black Dragon had no intention of cleaning up after Bazhun'an.

So, in line with this intention, even though it had identified a few people of interest on the scene, it refrained from any further action.

"Heading home."

In its previous attempt, it had found a tiny loophole in the plan and attempted to escape.

It failed!

After suffering a humiliating death at the hands of Bazhun'an through manipulation of the Holy Divine Palace, Demonic Emperor Black Dragon felt a twinge of fear.

This Clone of Will was not intending to flee.

Because even if it did manage to escape, Bazhun'an would definitely hunt it down and settle the score.

So, after indulging in this brief escapade, it had decided to return to its lair for warmth, waiting out the storm.

Once Bazhun'an had forgotten about this incident, it would come out and wreak havoc again.

Human lifespans were far too short, making them generally forgetful. So, outlasting them was the key.

Dragons, once they become demi-saint, unless they died in battle, had lifespans approaching infinity – something humans could never compare to.

Moreover, it was a Holy Emperor!

"Hold on!"

Just as Demonic Emperor Black Dragon was leisurely preparing to leave the scene, a feeble voice cried out:

"A dragon without honor, can it be trusted?"

"Demonic Emperor Black Dragon, willing to bet, unyielding in defeat?"

Like a synchronized response to the voice, all heads turned as one.

Likewise, the Demonic Emperor Black Dragon perked up at that familiar voice and turned its draconic head in surprise.

There, at the very spot where Xu Xiaoshou had met his end, another Xu Xiaoshou emerged.

His face was incredibly pale, and his aura extremely unstable. He could barely stand, visibly worn out.

But his eyes sparkled, filled with excitement as if he were the ultimate victor of a desperate gamble.

"Xu Xiaoshou?"

Demonic Emperor Black Dragon hesitated for a moment.

It instinctively glanced at the person's cultivation level.

Yes, it was vague, well concealed.

But it was a Holy Emperor, so it could still discern that this person corresponded to a human Spiritual Cultivator at the third realm of the Sovereign Stage, not a demi-saint!

Naturally, he could not possibly possess the form of a demi-saint.

However, the Xu Xiaoshou it had just crushed to death was indeed a genuine human!

Demonic Emperor Black Dragon had employed a plethora of methods to confirm this before it had acted.

If not for this, why would it even gamble?

And if the Xu Xiaoshou it had just annihilated was merely an illusory clone of spiritual energy, how could it not see through it?

"You're... not dead?"

"You're... a real person?"

Demonic Emperor Black Dragon's eyes widened, filled with disbelief. "Are you actually a demi-saint? That's impossible! The neutral Holy Power on you, it comes from the Holy Miracle Fruit!"

Its voice was so confident, born from the confidence of a Holy Emperor.

Demonic Emperor Black Dragon would never doubt its own perception.

It was also certain that there was indeed a connection between the famed sword, Flame Python, and Xu Xiaoshou who had just died.

It was a relationship akin to that of "sword-bearer and sword" relating to Bazhun'an.

Though not an ancient swordsman, who had not felt the sting of a blade?

Demonic Emperor Black Dragon was all too familiar with ancient swordsmen!

Beneath the Fallen Abyss, Rao Yaoyao and Yan Wuse exchanged glances, finally confirming why Xu Xiaoshou possessed Holy Power.