I Am Loaded with Passive Skills-Chapter 3336 - 1671: Publically Making a Fool of Oneself to Vent Anger, The First Kiss of Blood as the Sunset Begins_3
Chapter 3336 -1671: Publically Making a Fool of Oneself to Vent Anger, The First Kiss of Blood as the Sunset Begins_3
Heaven knows the immense pressure of being the last to leave under the gaze of the Eyes of the Great Path!
But before leaving, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a small clue, delaying the shutdown of the Dao Imparting Mirror, hastily shifting the image:
“Brothers, stop shouting, something seems off?”
…
“Xu! Xiao! Shou!”
A heart-wrenching roar suddenly halted the departing demi-saints, drawing the attention of the entire five regions.
Everyone was stunned—there really was something happening.
The demi-saint Qin Duan!
At this critical juncture!
His mind cleared, and he could speak!
His anger arrived late, so much so that the onlookers of the five regions had to recollect for a while to realize that this man had every reason to be upset due to being slapped by Qiu Gu, slapped by the Ninth Divine Priest, and toyed with by Xu Xiaoshou.
He had suppressed his fury for a long time, and now that he had come to his senses, he found no way to vent it on Nine Sacrifices’ Gui Spirit Body. Left with no other choice, he poured all his anger into this single deafening yell.
“This, this, this…”
Feng Zhongzui’s mind spun, grasping the situation:
“Could it be that during the time I asked Lord Cang Sheng my question, Qin Duan was too busy repairing his soul damage to hear anything?”
Only this could explain why he dared to speak so brazenly after Lord Cang Sheng made his final decision.
And only this could explain why he still clung to the earlier stage, thinking he had Lord Cang Sheng’s support, and dared to force Lord Shou into signing the demi-saint contract with him.
Unaware, he did not realize that, at this moment, everyone had tacitly chosen to ignore Lord Shou’s horrifyingly unstoppable Puppet Manipulation Thread technique. Qin Duan foolishly stepped forward, inadvertently reminding the world that he was, indeed, still alive.
Qin Duan not only declared his timely return to the five regions but also let his simmering anger and unrestrained killing intent radiate toward anyone who dared to meet his eyes with even a hint of ridicule.
His eyes nearly popped from their sockets as he glared toward the distant Feng Zhongzui in mid-air and angrily shouted:
“Wretched boy, how dare you address a demi-saint by name?!”
The sky boomed like thunder. Feng Zhongzui’s orifices burst with blood as his body was thrown backward, nearly dropping the Dao Imparting Mirror.
He was dumbfounded.
Never had he imagined that the first injury he sustained from transmitting a scene of the Dao would not come from the residual waves of battle between Lord Shou and Lord Cang Sheng.
But from addressing a demi-saint by name?
Quick-witted as he was, Feng Zhongzui pieced together the truth instantly but felt his psyche fraying at the revelation:
“No, senior, I wasn’t mocking you!”
“There’s no need to cripple someone as feeble as me with a single word just to flaunt your strength and salvage the dignity shattered by Lord Shou’s mockery, is there?”
“Why me? Of all the people, why must this disaster fall on me?”
Feng Zhongzui didn’t even dare entertain the idea of resistance.
Resist? He, mere Feng Zhongzui, resisting a demi-saint?
He cursed his parents for not giving him a pair of wings, flapping as he desperately fled the sacred mountain while wiping off his blood.
In the chaos caused by the Mirror Holder’s hurried attempts to stabilize himself, the Dao Imparting Mirror autonomously captured key footage, seemingly determined to broadcast something significant.
Yet, as the mirror swept across the sacred mountain’s midsection in haste, the onlookers across the five regions failed to notice the fleeting trace of a sunset-orange figure in their vision.
“Kill! Let’s see some killing!”
“Yes, kill! Let it begin!”
“Haha! We want carnage! The kind where rivers run red with blood!”
The crowd before the mirror suddenly reached their emotional peak, wishing for nothing more than a massive battle to erupt. Qin Duan’s emotional explosion felt entirely justified to them.
…
“Huff!”
“Huff, sizzle! Huff, huff!”
Qin Duan’s breathing was heavy, his fists clenched tightly with force.
After crippling the irreverent Feng family brat, he slightly lowered his head, his wary beast-like eyes glowing blood-red with savage hostility.
He was hypersensitive now.
He knew something was off with his state of mind.
Yet he could not accept how Qiu Gu, who had once twisted his head three hundred and sixty degrees, could now saunter off unscrupulously toward the Dead Sea, pretending nothing had happened.
Even worse was the sheer humiliation he felt for being unable to unleash his wrath on Nine Sacrifices’ Gui Spirit Body—the very person who shattered his soul with a slap and pierced him with the Dragon Painting Spear.
This was humiliation!
Becoming a demi-saint, yet unable to express anger—what part of that was normal?
If they came and offered me an apology now, I might not even lash out, but they…
His gaze swept across the surroundings.
Qiu Gu was fawning over Elder Fang and Elder Zhong, his expression utterly grotesque, as if life and dignity held no place in his universe.
Nine Sacrifices’ Gui Spirit Body remained poised and regal, walking with swaying hips and gentle lotus-like steps. That pretentious elegance in her departing figure made him want to charge straight at her and rip apart her facade with all his might!
“Am I… less than Jiang Buyi?”
Qin Duan threw his head back and let out a thunderous roar, no longer able to suppress the overwhelming shame that erupted into murderous intent within him as he soared into the sky.
The world seemed to freeze.
Yet even the drifting leaves carried a mockingly yellow hue.
Even the passing breeze echoed sounds of derision.
The Dao Imparting Mirror had just broadcasted the absurd scenes of him, a demi-saint, being toyed with relentlessly. Witnessed by the entire five regions, he had become a joke!
“Hahaha…”
Tears ran down Qin Duan’s wrinkled face as he laughed bitterly. Below the sacred mountain, everything was bathed in crimson, soaked in blood.
He shook his head repeatedly, muttering to himself like a man possessed, until his murmurs crescendoed into a hoarse, enraged bellow:
“Utterly disgraceful, utterly disgraceful!”
“All must die, all must die!”
With a sudden turn!
That Feng Zhongzui, fleeing in desperation, still dared to point the Dao Imparting Mirror surreptitiously at him mid-escape!
Am I… truly that amusing?
The faint sound of something snapping echoed. The world wasn’t fragile, but in that moment, Qin Duan’s breaking point was reached by something as trivial as a mirror.
The string in his mind snapped.
“Who gave you the audacity to presumptuously record the sacred mountain?” Qin Duan’s body erupted with bloody mist and devilish energy, vanishing in a flash.
When he reappeared, the Dao Imparting Mirror was spiraling downward mid-air, capturing the gruesome scene of him clutching Feng Zhongzui by the neck like a hapless chick. The terrifying sight was broadcast unmistakably to the five regions.
“Die!”
Everyone stared in horror.
Qin Duan’s maniacal laughter pierced the silence, a guttural “Oh” escaped his lips as he barely twitched his fingers.
Snap!
Feng Zhongzui’s eyes bulged as his head was smashed into a grotesque pulp in mid-air, as if kneaded into a meatball.
“Die, die, die, die, die!”
Qin Duan’s devilish bloodstained claws pierced the mangled body before him tens of thousands of times in an instant, venting all his lifetime’s humiliation.
Not until the body was utterly disintegrated into chunks of flesh did his demonic frenzy halt, letting the ruined skull slide downward.
Thump!
With a sideways kick, the remains were utterly obliterated.
Overwhelming power, invincibility, life and death dictated by my will alone!
The thrill brought forth by the massacre stirred an unquenchable, ravenous hunger within.
A thirst for slaughter!
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A thirst for blood!
“Heh ka-ka-ka, ka-ka-ka-ka…”
Qin Duan hunched over in wild laughter, blood dripping from his clenched hands, his entire form erupting with devilish energy.
Suddenly, he turned his bloodshot gaze southward, swinging his arm viciously as his voice roared across the five regions like thunder:
“Xu Xiaoshou!”
“Do you, of all people, think you’re worthy of humiliating me?!”
