I Am Loaded With Passive Skills

Chapter 3824: Chapter 1844: Swan Song (Part 2)

His eyes were about to split open, both hands clamped onto the Kongtong Formless Sword, pressing against Hua Changdeng’s brow, pushing down with all his might.

"Sizzle..."

Blood splattered.

Someone saw the ghostly blue blood being pierced out from the sword tip, splattering high into the air, then shredded by the silver light of the sword cognition.

"It’s bleeding!"

But there was no time to rejoice.

The emergence of this drop of Soul Blood finally sobered Hua Changdeng from intoxication, with ghostly light shining brightly in his eyes, gathering at his brow.

In an instant, the pierced area turned blood-red!

"It’s not blood..."

Among the spectators, there were quite a few ancient swordsmen.

With just one glance, most of them realized it was part of the Phantom Swords Technique’s Spirits Controlling trickery, the Red Ghost Inscription!

"Dao Penetration · Power Through Spacetime!"

Xiao Kongtong shouted, pressing down with all his might.

Behind him, around his sword body, the space twisted abruptly, then exploded with a boom.

But...

"The strength is adequate, the judgment is precise."

"Unfortunately, the foundation is still somewhat lacking."

After sobering up, Hua Changdeng clearly was no longer young, as if he was fully in tune with the future.

The location of the Red Ghost Inscription at his brow, with these words, slowly revealed a ghostly blue edge, pressing against the sword tip of the Kongtong Formless Sword.

A sword!

An indescribable sword!

Pressing against the surging great power of the sword cognition, pushing against the thirty-plus-years foundation of Xiao Kongtong, section by section, the Kongtong Formless Sword body twisted and retreated inch by inch.

"Hiss! This..."

Everyone’s scalp tingled.

It was clear that Xiao Kongtong had exerted all his strength.

Yet Hua Changdeng had not used Ghost Hunter; the Ghost Hunter was still on the table beside him, accompanying the copper lamp!

Then what sword was this?

"Sword Demon?!"

Xiao Kongtong’s heart sank to rock bottom.

He knew the three swords of the Sword Demon but had never seen one firsthand. He never imagined that one of the Sword Demon’s three swords could emerge from the Red Ghost Inscription?

"Powerful sword cognition, deep foundation."

"In truth, your strength could already surpass the contemporary Sword Deities."

"What a pity that after I cultivated the Sword Demon, the Will Ghost protects not just the present but also the past and future... Covert attack, it’s destined to be in vain."

Hua Changdeng’s lips moved slightly, his form remained motionless.

He still leaned his back against the broken willow, his one elbow resting on his left knee, his posture casual, unchanged.

And the Kongtong Formless Sword had already been completely pushed aside by a Sword Intent Ghost from the Red Ghost Inscription, unable to advance even slightly.

The three-foot Sword Intent Ghost displayed its formidable presence.

The sword body, identical in form to the Ghost Hunter, looked no different, yet was accompanied by countless lingering resentful spirits, an unknowable number of lifetimes in the secular world.

To say that Xiao Kongtong’s thirty years of sword cognition foundation was standing on the shoulders of Bazhun’an, accumulating gradually during peaceful times.

Hua Changdeng’s Sword Demon three swords, of the same years, were a new path that opened up the heavens and the earth, not just nurturing but also killing, and held the insights gained throughout the entire journey of ascending the Saint Emperor realm, in one path of ancient sword techniques.

"You won’t see the mystery of the sword opening."

"But to see the Will Ghost, among the younger generation of ancient swordsmen in this era, you can be counted as the top."

As Hua Changdeng finished speaking, he closed his eyes heavily.

Boom!

The whole cracking Second World was almost shattered.

The spectators felt as if struck by lightning, in extreme pain, yet they found themselves not expelled from Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe, but instead re-entering a fantasy realm?

"No..."

"Not Fantasy Sword Technique!"

Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe collapsed, the Land of Screen and Candles shattered.

The sky was covered by the Night Curtain, the green robes cracked out a ghostly eye, ghostly light scattered over the earth, and this world was suddenly placed in Phantom City!

All over the vast hills, jagged rocks rose wildly, emaciated trees with vile appearances grew; the earth split in two, half burning with swirling lava, the other half crackling with freezing frost.

Under the Prison of Ice and Fire, Hua Changdeng seemed to lean against a broken willow, yet his intent escaped into the ghostly eye in the green robes, high and commanding, gazing down.

"By decree: Phantom City Will Ghost, Ice and Fire Prison, command the ten Yama, suppress Kongtong Formless."

Boom!

Following the decree.

Xiao Kongtong’s knees suddenly buckled, his body cracked and his skeleton fragmented, the imposing aura alone nearly pressed him to the ground.

His seven orifices bled, he struggled to raise his head and looked toward the sky in disbelief.

There he saw the vast green robes, suddenly descending from the virtual sky, encircling him with ten towering ancient Senluo Halls.

On the halls, some wielded large blades, some bore great swords, some held giant spears, some were wrapped in ghost chains... ten figures clad in soul helmets, as tall as a hundred meters, stepping on bone dragons, cloaked in red capes like Yama, descended fiercely.

"The ten Yama Lords, receive the command!"

Ten voices converged into one, deafening.

The spectators’ eyes bulged, their eardrums shattered, their skin crawled, and even just a glance filled them with a desire for death.

In the next breath, the Prison of Ice and Fire collapsed inwards, pinching, and fiercely clamped over the spacetime plane where Xiao Kongtong resided, exiling it in place, inescapable.

"Suppression!"

The ten Yama Lords raised their weapons high, the bone dragons under them roared.

Surrounded around Xiao Kongtong, ten Senluo ancient halls, as mighty as mountains, similarly collapsed inward, crammed, directly crashing onto Xiao Kongtong.

"Poof!"

Even though the Kongtong Formless Sword took a preemptive strike, forming a protective barrier, trying to resist the constriction of the ten halls.

Separated through the sword cognition barrier, the ten halls were like ten swords, and Xiao Kongtong, within, felt the power of Mo Sword Technique and Dao Penetration, collapsing backwards, sprayed fresh blood skyward, dizzy.

In a fleeting moment of disarray, he knew it was wartime, unable to fall unconscious, he forcibly willed himself back to clarity.

The ten Yama Lords, however, were already driving bone dragons, wielding high weapons, distinctly encroaching ever closer!

"Hiss hiss hiss..."

"Cackle cackle cackle..."

"Caw caw caw..."

Amidst various ghastly laughter, soul chains lashed out, ensnaring Xiao Kongtong’s spirit, violently tugging upwards, and with a rip, tore the human spirit from the flesh.

The great hammer flung, hitting the out-of-control body, pulverizing bone and marrow, ripping through the body, dyeing the sky with blood, a horrendous sight.