I Am Loaded With Passive Skills

Chapter 3830: Chapter 1846: Half Step_2

It’s still Lingyu Mountain.

But the night has faded, and the strange scene of Fengdu is lost.

The dawn’s soft light streams from the east, warm and gentle, yet to those accustomed to the night, it feels somewhat glaring.

"Ah! It’s a sword!"

Someone exclaimed, as the light probes in, falling into the eyes, penetrating the soul, and amazingly revealing a true form: countless tiny, fragmented light swords.

The light scatters across the heavens, the swords are endless.

Under the endless sword light, it descends like a sword rain, striking fiercely at Hua Changdeng, who was still defending against the 10 Sections of the Finger Sword in front.

"Ten Thousand Sword Technique! Is this the Ten Thousand Sword Technique from the Fantasy Sword Technique?"

"If it’s Fantasy Sword Technique, should it be defended against or not?"

"If it’s the Ten Thousand Sword Technique and not defended against, one can only be pierced through, turned into a porcupine!"

Hua Changdeng was not an indecisive observer on the sidelines; he reacted swiftly, turning and pointing toward the dawn:

"By this command: Open the Gate of Fengdu, let this world fall into night!"

With a thunderous sound, the void once again opened into the massive Gate of Fengdu.

The double doors wide open, absorbing the endless sword light, and when they merged back together, they took away the dawn, returning the night to the eastern side of Lingyu Mountain.

It’s stabilized now!

The spectators’ fists clenched once more, unsure of whether they were happy or anxious.

The deities’ battle, waves do not ripple.

Yet boiling with excitement were those watching the spectacle around the mountain.

"There’s more!"

Suddenly, someone turned toward the west, pointing to the distant high sky.

With the eastern night and western sunset, the Ghost Buddha Realm was too vast; under Bazhun’an’s infiltration, Hua Changdeng seemed unable to maintain the entire Fengdu.

He protected the eastern side, never thinking the western night would also be breached, the sunset slanting westward, the sky drunkenly crimson.

"Light!"

"It’s still light!"

The sunset’s light spilled in; this time, it wasn’t blinding, but it pierced the heart.

The light shone on his face, reflected in his heart, vaguely outlining an angelic figure, yet not holy.

Instead, it was the Sunset Angel, wielding a vicious sword, sprouting twelve wings, crimson as blood, appearing as if they could drip blood.

"Ten Thousand Sword Technique!"

The same Ten Thousand Sword Technique, this time demonstrating the most standard second stage, the Wrath of the Great Crimson God.

"Twelve wings..."

Gu Qingsan from the Burial Sword Tomb murmured in a loss of words.

What terrifying power this is!

He also majored in the Ten Thousand Sword Technique, so he knew better than outsiders, this second stage of the Ten Thousand Sword Technique, even to condense one wing, requires enormous effort of mind and energy.

Not to mention, some can barely condense a wing, yet can’t stabilize its power, let alone launch an attack.

But in the sky...

But that Bazhun’an just a step above...

In an instant, he constructed a twelve-winged Sunset Angel, pushing the Ten Thousand Sword Technique to the extreme of the second stage.

"How long has it been since I’ve seen such a spectacle."

Feng Tingchen took a deep breath but didn’t compare himself to Bazhun’an, reducing some frustration.

He was old.

He gritted his teeth; he could achieve this too, but with strained blood and energy.

Yet he knew he majored in the Ten Thousand Sword Technique, while for Bazhun’an, it was just one among many he had dabbled in.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The Sunset Angel pressed swords with both hands downward, the twelve wings slightly curled up, fixing the void; then a storm swept forth.

A terrifying Blood Sword, shooting from the world beyond towards Lingyu Mountain, like locusts passing through, blocking the sky and the sun, unstoppable.

"With this command: Hundred Ghosts..."

Hua Changdeng’s first reaction was to summon the Hundred Ghosts Altar, which could easily defend against Bazhun’an’s sword.

Then he jolted awake; Bazhun’an was most adept at the Fantasy Sword Technique, what if even the Wrath of the Great Crimson God was merely a diversion?

The sword here, yet the intent elsewhere.

The sole thought was just to make him withdraw the Hundred Ghosts Altar’s defense in front of the 10 Sections of the Finger Sword?

"Mirror Flower Water Moon, just so so."

Hua Changdeng sneered and relaxed completely.

He could certainly summon the Sword Demon Three Swords, at which point not to mention the second stage Wrath of the Great Crimson God, with Bazhun’an’s Penetrating Divine Senses 2.0 alone, he wouldn’t stand a chance.

He needed to open up to the third realm, only then could he barely spar with him!

But now the situation is...

The opponent merely gestured toward him, forcing out the Sword Demon Three Swords, wouldn’t that just be laughable if spread?

Hua Changdeng, upright and outwardly, faced the Sunset Angel, taking the sword without defense.

With the thunderous sound, the sword light tore through his clothes, pierced his skin, and passed through his body, trailing a swathe of blood.

Random swords pierced through his body.

Hua Changdeng was shot into a bloody figure.

In the end, only a skeleton stood, not a shred of flesh clung to the bones.

...

"Dead, dead?"

Such a grand entrance, so easily fallen, this seems too much like a jest.

After a blur before their eyes, the world cracked like a shattered mirror...

Hua Changdeng dead?

Hua Changdeng was clearly still standing there!

On Lingyu Mountain, the Ghost Sword Immortal stood straight as a sword, still suspending the Ghost Hunter in front, silent, emitting a chilling aura.

"It truly was Fantasy Sword Technique, Hua Sword Deity gambled right!"

"No, it can’t be said ’gambled’, if you don’t cultivate the will, the mere Wrath of the Great Crimson God under Fantasy Sword Technique can still eliminate your consciousness."

"Ghost Sword Immortal going utterly defenseless, meeting the sword like that, I can only say... strong!"

Hua Changdeng took a sword, entirely unscathed.

From this sword, he saw through Bazhun’an’s realm, unable to suppress a chuckle:

"It’s been over thirty years, and your Fantasy Sword Technique is still at this level, then I guess, perhaps I’ve taken this battle too seriously..."

Shurgh!

A voice had yet to fade, a transformation appeared again.

After Lingyu Mountain returned to its original form from the Fantasy Sword Technique, at some point, a building appeared.

Everyone could see it!