I Am Loaded With Passive Skills

Chapter 3990: Chapter 1903: Unsheathing the Sword

"Attack!"

Just as Bazhun’an’s words landed.

The twenty black pillars opposite exploded simultaneously, clearly ignoring his words.

In the divine palace of Yin Cao, who truly commands, how could the generals not know?

The Ten Palace Yama leaders were the first to leap into the void.

In an instant, the black wave shattered, their figures turning into shadows. When they reappeared, they were riding bone dragons, each accompanied by heavy troops, facing Bazhun’an.

The bodies towered hundreds of feet high, clad in black armor powered by the ancestral source, simply sweeping through the air with long blades, heavy hammers, and dual axes, shattering the Path Principles...

Without any reservation, the beauty of raw strength was fully unleashed!

"Exactly the same..."

Xiao Kongtong’s eyes flickered with ripples.

In the past, he had faced the ferocious assault of these Ten Palace Yama leaders under Hua Changdeng’s command.

No matter how hard he tried, even with the Kongtong Formless Sword Heavenly Unravel, he was forced to a dead end.

In the end, his remaining strength was utterly ineffective against Hua Changdeng’s Three Swords Will Ghost, nearly costing him his life and path.

And then, the Ten Palace Yama leaders he faced were mere glimpses from the "past," immature, not their true forms, and hadn’t yet received enhancements like Yin Cao or the Aura of the God of Death.

To say the least, they were not even a fraction of the current power of the Ten Palace Yama leaders.

And what the Teacher faced was not only the augmented Ten Palace Yama leaders who reached the Holy Emperor level.

Aside from these Ten Holy Emperors, there were still another Ten Holy Emperors following close behind!

"Will it work...?"

Xiao Kongtong, as one of their own, didn’t know what trump cards Bazhun’an had in hand.

He had no choice but to believe.

After all, from beginning to end, apart from the Great Buddha Chop, Bazhun’an had only used the 10 Sections of the Finger Sword against these Netherworld generals.

"It must work!"

...

"Reckless forces are impressive."

"The speed is acceptable."

The massive black hammer, a hundred times larger than the Sky Shattering Hammer, came crashing towards his face. Bazhun’an shook his head slightly, "But the battle consciousness and technique usage are simply atrocious."

The body of the Holy Emperor, power of the ancestral source.

An attack of this energy level, in frontal force, was on par with the Heavenly Dao God.

Throughout the entire Ancient Sword Cultivation World, only Xu Xiaoshou could withstand such a blow, perhaps no other, and Bazhun’an was no exception.

Naturally, to repeat the old methods of using the 10 Sections of the Finger Sword against the Ten Palace Yama is just wishful thinking.

It’s time to draw the sword...

"Crazy Eagle."

With a gentle call from Bazhun’an, he grasped his fingertips.

Amidst a sizzling sound, a sword cognition wrapped in Tribulation Thunder curled out from his palm, visualizing into a three-foot sword filled with a murderous aura.

On one side of the blade was reflected a frost-cold black pupil, on the other the fierce Yama leader.

"He moved; the Eighth Sword Deity has drawn a famed sword!"

"Aside from the Angry Immortal Buddha Sword earlier, this is the first time, but why choose the Crazy Eagle Sword, a sword ranked only twentieth?"

"It is a famed sword! And unlike the Angry Immortal Buddha Sword, the Crazy Eagle Sword entwines sword cognition, mirroring the power of the ancestral source, capable of battle!"

"Look! The Crazy Eagle Sword is so thrilled it’s about to go mad; is this the feeling of being chosen..."

In the five regions, only outsiders watching the battle through Zhang Xing’s picture were excited, each in Phantom City trembled with fear.

"Run!"

"Bazhun’an is moving forward; the area behind him is definitely safe."

"If we retreat to the back of the battlefield, perhaps we can avoid disaster..."

The main force began to retreat.

While retreating, spiritual senses and saint’s will were still connected to the battlefield, unwilling to miss any development.

Indeed, Penetrating Divine Senses 2.0, in "quality," could rival the power of the Ancestral God.

However, having hidden the sword for thirty years, Bazhun’an’s cultivated sword cognition’s "quantity" was vast but still far less than the billions of years of nurturing in the divine palace of Yin Cao.

But one thing was known to the people across the five regions.

The ancient swordsman, has no upper limit; its explosive power can never be quantified.

Furthermore, "Eighth Sword Deity" wields a "famed sword," and this combination easily brings to mind that moment during the War of the Ten High Nobles, when someone observed a single glance and there was Heavenly Unravel...

Boom!

The massive hammer mercilessly shattered space.

The following long blades, twin axes, greatswords, and more directly struck Bazhun’an, shocking those watching.

"Dead, dead?"

But the fragmented form left behind, upon a closer look, was merely a scattering of flying flower shadows.

An illusion from the Fantasy Sword Technique!

And the space shattered by the Ten Palace Yama, with force waves pushing outward, faintly revealed a few large black-gold feathers.

As if knocked off.

Or perhaps they fell before takeoff.

What just happened?

Not just the spectators, even the Ten Palace Yama were dumbfounded by their own hammer; they had actually lost their target.

Before anyone could react to what transpired in the battleground, across the land of the ten cities of Yin Cao, waves of sword melodies resonated, singing a tranquil chant:

"Among the thousand birds, I am supreme, all beings fear my craze."

"With chaotic woven feathers on the Path, slaying dragons on this earth."

This voice came forth, calm and unhurried, falling into the ears of the crowd like a surprising spring thunder in a flat field.

Because the culmination of this sword verse was with four resolute syllables:

"Crazy Eagle·Heavenly Unravel."

Screech—

A piercing cry of an eagle arose from nowhere, piercing through the transmitted images in Zhang Xing’s hands, causing spectators to bleed from their seven orifices.

Did the force penetrate beyond?

No! The force cannot penetrate the transmitted images, nor the barrier between Yin Cao and the world of the living.

However, the extremely intense "intent" unique to the Crazy Eagle Sword, even if only one-tenth could be simulated by Zhang Xing, was enough to pierce through the eardrums of people across the five regions.

The void split open, revealing a massive crevice, from which a pair of fierce golden eagle eyes emerged. Before anyone could discern what it actually was...

Was it an imagery of Crazy Eagle Sword’s Heavenly Unravel, the dark-golden crazy eagle’s eye?

Or did Bazhun’an do something else, resulting from his expertise in the Fantasy Sword Technique, harboring other plans?

Gone!

The entities appeared in an instant, vanished in an instant, driven mad to the extreme!