I Am Loaded With Passive Skills

Chapter 3829: Chapter 1846: Half Step

He is not Xiao Kongtong!

He is Bazhun’an!

Sword Deity Hua was jolted awake; the profound sword technique was not forcing entry into the Third Realm, but summoning Bazhun’an.

"Similar to Xiang Yaoyao’s Great Summoning Technique..."

As his thoughts twisted like this.

The aura on the opposite side also changed accordingly.

In fact, Bazhun’an had never hidden from start to finish; it’s just people’s inertia of thinking that made it hard to realize at first.

The 10 Sections of the Finger Sword seemed to be emitted by Xiao Kongtong, but in reality, it was different in taste; the sword cognition seemed to be understood by Xiao Kongtong, but it was of a higher level.

"He appeared so obviously, and yet I didn’t recognize him immediately..."

A point of cold light suddenly burst forth, sweeping up the Lingyu snow and wind.

Bazhun’an’s Finger Sword combined, nearly exhausting the limit of the 3000 Sword Styles’ Point of Path, focusing Absolute Power on the fingertips, to break through the surface with a point.

And that surface is Sword Deity Hua!

"Good timing!"

Sword Deity Hua was not frightened, but delighted.

As the cold light of the Finger Sword approached his face, he leaned back slightly, drew the Ghost Hunter from his waist, and held it steadily in front of him.

Clang——

The melodious sword cries echoed through the mountains, stirring up the heart and mind.

In the nick of time, the faint phantom blue sword light flashed, seemingly turning night into day in an instant, allowing spectators to see more clearly.

The two sides of the Ghost Hunter.

One side, revealing the sharpness of the 10 Sections of the Finger Sword’s Point of Path.

Like a demon-reflecting mirror, it made everyone realize that someone capable of emitting such an extraordinary finger could not possibly be the weak state of Xiao Kongtong...

"The Eighth Sword Immortal has appeared!"

Someone shouted out loud, and the entire Lingyu Mountain was in turmoil.

The crowd awoke from their dreams, as their blood energy began surging up, stirring everyone’s blood.

On the other side of the Ghost Hunter, Sword Deity Hua faced with composure.

The sword body emitted a faint blue glow, casting a cold and chilling sheen over his face, reflecting a murderous gaze, making it all the more penetrating:

"Command: Hundred Ghosts Altar!"

A few short words, like a divine order.

With a command, the dim light between the 10 Sections of the Finger Sword and the Ghost Hunter, initially just a hair’s breadth apart, unexpectedly expanded like a universe in a mustard seed.

In between, countless worlds seemed to be forcibly fitted.

Layer upon layer of Fengdu Phenomenon, scenes of Purgatory, bloom like ephemeral flowers in this world, scenes of ice and fire, tongue pulling, steaming cage, iron trees...countless tortured souls.

Various scenes, unbearable to watch closely.

The inner sights, too horrible to bear.

Finally, a six-sided altar made of skulls emerged at the heart of the flower, with resentful ghosts embedded in the crevices, wailing bitterly to the sky.

The Hundred Ghosts Altar revealed!

Growing from small to towering high in an instant!

It stood between the Ghost Hunter and the sharpness of the 10 Sections of the Finger Sword’s Point of Path, turning into Absolute Defense capable of blocking any attack in the world.

"In suspense..."

The Eighth Sword Immortal is powerful.

But he’s using Xiao Kongtong’s body.

And Sword Deity Hua, he came in person.

He was no longer using the Clone of Will or treasure manifested beside the Stele in the Central Yuan world after being beheaded by Lord Shou...

This time, he was using the true supreme treasure of Fengdu!

No matter how fierce the 10 Sections of the Finger Sword is, can it break through the defense of the Hundred Ghosts Altar that towers above the clouds and is more terrifying than an iron wall?

No matter how powerful the sword cognition is, can it surpass the Eighteen Layers of Hell, breaking through Fengdu to reach Sword Deity Hua’s true body and hurt his core?

"Not a chance!"

Many ancient swordsmen on Lingyu Mountain clenched their fists.

Compared to the lesser-known Ghost Sword Immortal, the title of the Eighth Sword Immortal in the Eastern Region is far more illustrious.

Furthermore, although the Saint Servant "committed all sorts of evil," it was also about a high-ranking person seeking freedom, and not mentioning anything else, solely Bazhun’an’s personal charm has captivated the world.

In this battle, at least seventy percent of Lingyu Mountain sided with the Saint Servant.

And if one were to put aside their stance, about ninety-nine percent of them still wanted to see Bazhun’an win.

However...

Holy Emperor stands tall!

Victory, how difficult?

...

"Point of Path...to stop..."

The battle situation changed in an instant, everything happened in a flash of fire and stone.

Until this moment, when Xiao Kongtong spat out the words "to stop," the turmoil on Lingyu Mountain finally calmed down.

And just like this voice!

What everyone saw was the fierce light of a finger emitted by Bazhun’an, initially carrying a force of crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood, suddenly being forcefully stopped before it hit the Ghost Hunter, entered the Fengdu Phenomenon, and reached the immovable Hundred Ghosts Altar.

"Swish!"

The Lingyu snow and wind stopped accordingly.

This cessation almost seized the hearts of all the spectators, causing them to hold their breath, their minds in awe:

"Such a fierce and forceful finger, stopped just like that?"

"To stop like that? If it were me, I’d explode upon stopping!"

"Masterful control, well-paced, smooth, excellent... Heavens! What level of control is this, was it pre-designed, or was it an improvised reaction?"

If it were the former, it’s terrifying; to say Bazhun’an is more scheming than Hallmaster Dao is not an exaggeration.

If it were the latter, it’s even more terrifying; responding to moves during battle sounds easy, but it tests basic skills and battle consciousness immensely.

True mastery is revealed in subtlety.

This finger, for the young generation of ancient swordsmen on Lingyu Mountain like Xiao Wanfeng and Gu Qingyi, is something they could savor for more than half a year.

"If defusing a move, how would Bazhun’an defuse it against the Hundred Ghosts Altar?"

This is the key!

And as this thought crossed the minds of the spectators, even Sword Deity Hua was bewildered by the sudden halt, Bazhun’an had already given a timely response.

Point of Path·To stop, truly as he said, it stopped at the point.

It trembled lightly before the Ghost Hunter, then with a "pop," rippled out like water waves, spreading into the void.

Effortlessly, pleasing to the eye.

"Wow!"

Everyone marveled at the sword cognition wave that swept through the snowstorms without causing a ripple, as if momentarily, they were in yet another world.