I Am Loaded with Passive Skills-Chapter 3264 - 1648 A Letter of Withdrawal Advises the
Chapter 3264: Chapter 1648: A Letter of Withdrawal Advises the Holy Divine Palace, Even in Isolation One Prepares the Bow and Arrow
Chapter 3264: Chapter 1648: A Letter of Withdrawal Advises the Holy Divine Palace, Even in Isolation One Prepares the Bow and Arrow
The Transformation Division Chief, a minor, was forced to relinquish his name once again, and with no waves or ripples, the intelligence about this second old fellow surfaced in his mind.
In the Central Region, Demi-Saint of the Qiu Family, Patriarch Qiu Gu, born with Golden Holy Bone, cultivates the Path of Protection, hailed as “A Match for Ten Thousand, Impregnable as a Fortress.”
He climbed the mountain ten days ago and dared to mock Lord Cang Sheng for being too young. Perhaps if this battle is lost, it’s all because the Holy Divine Palace has no one capable to use.
He then astonishingly took an arrow from Lord Cang Sheng and did not die. After only three days of recuperation, he was as lively as a dragon, and from then on, he became famous in the entire demi-saint circle, overshadowing even Saint Guard Wei An.
“He’s an old fox with some strength who also knows how to create buzz…no, an old tortoise, with terrifyingly tough defense!”
Xi, being a demi-saint himself, dared not offend him and silently lowered his head, not uttering a sound.
“Tch.”
Underneath the Nine Sacrificial Osmanthus, Beibei, leaning against the Supreme Emperor Sword, heard that and rolled his eyes slightly, his mouth puckering.
These old things were all falling behind the times.
Not even understanding the value contained in the latest generation of the Ten High Nobles, not even aware of Xu Xiaoshou’s qualifications among them, yet they ran their mouths here.
If Xu Xiaoshou was truly that weak, would the Holy Divine Palace have stirred such great turmoil?
In Beibei’s view, if these two demi-saints truly faced off, given how Xu Xiaoshou was a month prior, they wouldn’t be able to withstand his real power.
Not to mention that guy was now returning from the Ran Ming ruins…
“He couldn’t possibly have grown stronger, could he?”
Just thinking about that fearsome fellow made Beibei involuntarily click his tongue in awe.
Just by comparing Ancient Sword Technique, he could effortlessly suppress him, not even pant after a fight, and just move on to the next opponent.
If he truly transformed into that Qilin-tearing Form state, who could withstand that?
Beibei, until this day, couldn’t figure out a problem: even though the data did not show Xu Xiaoshou as having Void Race blood, how could that person suddenly transform so vastly?
…
The demi-saints on the square were clearly divided into two factions.
One faction was led by the spike-haired Zhong Yuanzi, droopy-hooded Fang Wenxin and others from the Holy Divine Palace faction, looking listless, each resembling a spent dog.
The other faction was the Foreign Aid Faction, led by Qin Duan and Qiu Gu, comprised of ancestors and giants, gathered together spiritedly, their fighting will soaring, comparable to a youthful Bazhun’an.
Of course, there was another way to divide them:
One side had seen Xu Xiaoshou.
One side had only heard of Xu Xiaoshou.
Sitting on the steps but still higher than everyone, Ai Cangsheng, disregarded the buzz created by the Foreign Aid Faction below.
To him, these weren’t reinforcements, they were just decorations brought in to pacify the minds of everyone associated with the Holy Divine Palace from Ansheng Mountain and even throughout the five regions.
After all, having more than a dozen demi-saints on Sacred Mountain, waiting like sitting ducks for a Xu Xiaoshou, sounded much better than those few demi-saints that Xu Xiaoshou was about to return and beat up before.
This battle, from start to finish, only involved two people.
Xu Xiaoshou, and himself.
Ai Cangsheng sat still in his wheelchair, a black cloth covering his legs, the Evil Sin Bow casually resting on top.
With a “sizzle,” he tore open the envelope that Xi handed up, the demi-saints on the square went silent for a moment, all gazing over.
Guards stationed around the square, who were observing quietly and only eavesdropping without any comments, slightly lifted their heads, their eyes lighting up as well.
The internal information from the Ran Ming ruins had been disrupted for half a month.
Initially, Lord Shou kept sending people from the Holy Divine Palace to report every time he slew someone inside, provoking Lord Cang Sheng.
Lately, there had been no news at all.
Now, who wouldn’t want to know the first-hand news and then go back and boast to their buddies?
If they were at Sacred Mountain not for this, then what? To care about those insignificant Spirit Crystals?
Lord Cang Sheng was a very good person, not at all minding others peeping with their spiritual senses or saint’s will, he casually unfolded the folded paper.
The paper, heavily inked, contained one big character from Yue Gongli, heavy with a warning:
“Retreat!”
…
Retreat?
Regardless of whether it was Qin Guan, Qiu Gu, or Fang Wenxin, Zhong Yuanzi, when they saw the word “Retreat”, each of their faces showed shock.
Is Yue Gongli so flustered?
Has Xu Xiaoshou reached such a state?
What exactly did they experience in the God-Slayer’s Ruins, that the head of the red-clothed people would issue such a humiliating word, “Retreat”?
“Hahaha!”
Demi-Saint Qiu Gu burst out laughing, his face showing mockery: “So this is how the Holy Path turns out, it turns out Yue Gongli was scared…”
Thud!
Ai Cangsheng raised his eyes from the letter.
All the people on the square felt as if they were hammered in their hearts, Qiu Gu choked, his voice abruptly stopping.
There was no impatient expression.
He didn’t even bother to give another glance at Qiu Gu.
From Lord Cang Sheng’s calm face, everyone read two words: Clamor.
“Did Yue Gongli say anything else to you?” Ai Cangsheng turned to Xi.
Xi paused for a moment.
Demi-Saint Qiu Gu was embarrassed, but he didn’t dare to speak further, not mentioning Lord Cang Sheng at all.
He then spoke:
“Yue Gongli said, whoever can withdraw should withdraw as much as possible.”
“If it really comes to a hard fight, don’t choose Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe as the battlefield, fight elsewhere.”
Qin Duan raised his eyebrows, wanting to speak but stopping himself.
Qiu Gu couldn’t hold back: “Who is he telling to withdraw? Be more specific!”
Xi glanced at him respectfully, initially unwilling to say, but now he had to be frank:
“Demi-saints and below, whoever can withdraw, should withdraw as much as possible.”
…
That’s ridiculous!
The square immediately erupted into chaos.
Even the surrounding guards couldn’t help but start conversing quietly among themselves.
Demi-saints and “below”?
Fine, then no need for Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe, might as well move with Lord Cang Sheng and everyone to live on He Ting Mountain, right?
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