I Am Loaded With Passive Skills

Chapter 3825: Chapter 1844: Swan Song (Part 3)

The long knife slashed, the greatsword swept across the neck...

The heavy spear spun around, the dual axes intersected...

"Hahaha!"

Xiao Kongtong cried out in pain, yet laughed wantonly, a laugh that sent chills down the spines of those watching the battle.

A desperate situation!

Truly a desperate situation!

Is this the Last Moment of Consciousness?

In the chaotic Lingyu Mountain, between the Land of Screen and Candles, Xiao Kongtong completely released himself, dedicating himself to the Path of the Ancient Swordsman.

"The dazzling sun rises as the sword awakens, the biting cold wind sings my intent."

"Rather than lying together in the tomb, it’s better to play the clear and bright spirit drama."

A ethereal chant descended from the Nine Heavens, capturing the attention of all, but the sound of the sword phrase moved them, the Kongtong Formless Sword gleamed with brilliant silver light, as the ultimate elegy:

"Heavenly Unravel · Kongtong Formless!"

With a sudden swoosh, Xiao Kongtong vanished into nothingness.

Yet the Kongtong Formless Sword vibrated and buzzed long, its sword cognition spreading like ripples, piercing through the exile of the Ice and Fire Prison and exploding the shackles of the Ten Palaces.

A silver moon hung high above the Phantom City.

Then, the green robes broke open a fissure, revealing the seemingly illusory yet real Fringe Moon Immortal City, descending with a roar.

The Immortal City stood atop the clouds, the ethereal mists formed a Path.

The city was planned into nine parts, nine cities became nine swords, nine swords formed an array, the sacrificial array became a Path, the Path was the Sword Bone.

"Who dares to battle?!"

Xiao Kongtong’s voice echoed in the world, transforming into a thousand-foot-tall giant image, stepping down the Immortal City, towering over the Phantom City, he raised his hands above his head, pulling with all his might from atop his skull.

Bang!

The imagery of the Fringe Moon Immortal City shattered in response, turning into endless sword light, crisscrossing, silver light like snakes slicing through the night sky, the Divine Stealer merged into the giant’s body.

Xiao Kongtong’s giant image drew out its spine, pulling out the gargantuan transformation of the Kongtong Formless Sword, and slashed down fiercely with one sword.

"Bang bang bang..."

The Ice and Fire Prison shattered.

The horizontal sword swept around again.

"Boom boom boom..."

The Ten Palaces exploded.

At this moment, the lords of the Ten Palaces already trembled with fear.

This madman ancient swordsman, after the Heavenly Unravel, is this terrifying?

Yet there was no escape, the giant image Xiao Kongtong sent the sword with a command, the Kongtong Formless Sword transformed from substance to void, entering the Great Path.

"Kill kill kill!"

The sword body was unseen, but the sword light was everywhere.

The armor of the Ten Palaces’ lords shattered, falling apart, leaving them howling as they were cut into countless fragments.

"Zhen!"

The giant image Xiao Kongtong clasped his hands together, re-gripping the Kongtong Formless Sword, and fiercely thrust it downward.

Thud—

This sword seemed to stab at the hearts of the watchers, shaking their soul intent, casting fear on their faces.

This sword, aiming to pierce through the Phantom City.

But at this point, Xiao Kongtong also seemed exhausted.

His full lifetime’s strength in one sword took three thrusts to penetrate and dismantle the Phantom City imagery surrounding the Second World.

"Hua... Chang... Deng..."

The giant image Xiao Kongtong held the sword towards the void ghost eye, his wrist flipped, the Kongtong Formless Sword once again warding against the sky.

This battle, he wanted to fulfill his dream!

...

Swish!

A soft sound rang by the ears of the onlookers.

Chaos, explosions, vibrations, all returned to this sound, gradually fading away.

A Will Ghost sword, one step ahead of the giant image Xiao Kongtong, pierced through his chest, forcibly shattering his Heavenly Unravel form.

"Puh!"

Xiao Kongtong spat a mouthful of fresh blood high into the air.

Thanks to the benefits of the Great Path after the Heavenly Unravel, his battered body barely held together.

Now that the Heavenly Unravel was broken, reverted to his human form, with his whole body only left as a bloody image, limbs trembling, even lifting the sword was difficult, he was at the end of his strength.

Swish!

The strange sound reappeared.

Yet another Will Ghost sword, broke from the distant sky, without the slightest delay, knocking away the Kongtong Formless Sword, passing through Xiao Kongtong’s body.

"Puh!"

Blood stained the midair.

Time seemed to slow.

Xiao Kongtong in the blood mist saw the sky.

So vast, so vast, so unreachable...

A Will Ghost sword, slashing away the Kongtong Formless Sword, piercing Xiao Kongtong, and again entering the spacetime turbulence, returned to the starting point.

By now, to the onlookers, Xiao Kongtong was like a kite with a broken string, his mangled body flung away, the Kongtong Formless Sword powerless to leave his side, letting out a reluctant wail.

Swish!

Yet there was still a third soft sound.

Still a Will Ghost sword, enlarging in the pupils of countless spectators, passing unceremoniously from front to back of Xiao Kongtong, splitting his skull.

"..."

The world returned to silence in the end.

The Phantom City imagery disappeared, and so did the ghost eye.

Before the Land of Screen and Candles, an ancient table stood, a copper lamp shone, the Ghost Hunter remained unmoved, Hua Changdeng still resting one elbow on his knee, leaning against the broken willow, his casual posture unchanged.

His face held neither sorrow nor joy, watching as Xiao Kongtong was struck from the Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe and fell into the bottomless Black Abyss, watching the Kongtong Formless Sword wailing reluctantly, following him down, yet unable to restore things to how they were.

Thirty years of sword cognition eventually couldn’t hold back, dispersing in the void, and the green robes descended in tearful rain.

Hua Changdeng closed his eyes again, lowering his head, returning time to the past, putting a full stop to the beautiful dream.

The Flowers in the Mirror, the Moon in the Water, everything that passed here, was like bubbles and illusions, nothing seemed to have happened, but what the onlookers saw and heard, appeared real:

"You wanted to see the Will Ghost, and you saw it."

"You wished for your people, but not a single one could be brought back."