I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 3986: Chapter 1901: Begin the Slaughter (Part 3)

After all, it’s merely an Acquired sword body—even an Innate sacred physique would be blown apart by such overwhelming power of the ancestral source!

Thinking left and right.

There is no other way.

Facing the ghost creatures rushing from all directions, Bazhun’an’s eyes narrowed, filled with murderous intent.

In his heart, there’s only one answer:

Blow them all up!

"Sizzle~"

The plump white-faced ghost drooled with a long fleshy tongue, eyes gleaming with a green luster, and a face full of desire, charging forward.

That hungry expression seemed to say... give it to me, just one drop Bazhun’an, just one drop is enough.

"Boom."

Bazhun’an pointed a finger, a ripple spreading from his fingertip.

The large lump of flesh ahead exploded into chunks, unable even to scream, the hunger halted by the finger.

As for the trace of ancestral source power within it, it was crushed into dust by sword cognition, turning into a black miasma, sinking down.

"Ssshss..."

The sound of wind breaking approached from the right.

Bazhun’an didn’t even glance, pointing another finger at the void, causing the night bat hanging in the air to explode into powder, leaving only resentment.

Black miasma sinking.

"Haha, haha..."

The drooling maggots launched a covert attack from behind, Bazhun’an simply closed his eyes, opening his watchful eye, flicking his fingers.

With a snap, the maggots splintered.

Black miasma sinking.

"Boom!"

"Boom boom!"

"Boom boom boom..."

Point of Path until stopped, but never truly stopping.

Like the most graceful musician in the void, the White-clothed figure stood unmoving amidst the ghosts, hands fluttering, afterimages continuous, fingers transforming into flying flowers, playing a magnificent composition.

In a ten-zhang radius, fierce ghosts couldn’t get close.

Shattered flesh splattered for miles, black miasma converging into masses.

Only a few breaths later, beneath Bazhun’an emerged a vast ocean of Aura of the God of Death, amid which floated countless corpse and soul fragments.

Yet around him...

Still swarming, ghost creatures!

Obscuring the sky and the sun, stretching tens of thousands of miles!

This scene was too terrifying, this quantity was awe-inspiring, below the Spiritual Cultivators watched in nightmares, hands and feet icy cold:

"Can’t withstand it, impossible..."

"Even though he’s Bazhun’an, he can’t handle such a massive attack, impossible to kill them all, impossible to kill them all..."

Whew.

Soon, even the "boom boom" sound of Point Path breaking souls was overshadowed by the densely packed fierce ghosts.

The void became a huge mass of flesh, with only occasional black miasma sinking from the gaps, merging into the black ocean, with no other movement.

Bazhun’an was enveloped.

Even if not torn apart, he would be exhausted dealing with so many ghosts.

Or worse...

Everyone thought of the previous state on Lingyu Mountain, after swallowing ten thousand swords and enduring thunder calamity, Bazhun’an’s Dao Chain was stretched out.

"To me, Bazhun’an is finished!"

"The power he previously swallowed has instead become a limitation, once out of control, the foundational roots hidden for years might all explode!"

"And up to this point, he hasn’t even seen Sword Deity Hua yet..."

Elder Wuyue’s brows furrowed as he watched.

The divine palace was very strong, undoubtably strong.

And this was just the beginning, Sword Deity Hua definitely prepared more for his archenemy.

Bazhun’an was not weak either, a finger shattering the path with power of the ancestral source, undeniably fierce.

A single path is fine, but if it continues path after path, even an ancient swordsman might fight until exhaustion.

None of it matters!

Elder Wuyue wasn’t focused on those.

He was fixated on the black ocean beneath Bazhun’an and the ghosts, generated by shattered Aura of the God of Death, re-coagulating.

"What is this?"

Elder Wuyue’s heart subtly moved.

It appeared to be Aura of the God of Death, yet leaned more towards pure power of the ancestral source.

And it seemed as if the mark belonging to the "Ghost Ancestor" was quietly shattered by Bazhun’an as well...