I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 3987: Chapter 1902: Rampage

"Pinned down!"

Few people pay attention to the black fog sea below.

Everyone’s gaze remains fixed on the Eighth Sword Deity surrounded by ten thousand ghosts in the void.

Away from appearances, aside from those hideous evil ghosts, essentially, Bazhun’an is trapped by layers of ancestral source power.

Is it over?

"Six breaths..."

"Seven breaths..."

Someone is counting, but after a while, no sound comes from that mass of evil ghost flesh.

Yet no one wants to believe that Bazhun’an, who was only beginning to make a move, would be defeated in the first step, suppressed by these grotesque monsters.

"Nine..."

When the count reaches nine, the void trembles.

Everyone’s eyes widen, not daring to blink.

They see the endlessly advancing evil ghosts outside, while inside a colossal mass of evil ghost flesh, suddenly a faint golden light appears within the gaps.

Initially dim, merely a strand.

Then it abruptly brightens, golden light shoots out from the flesh’s four corners, like an imminent explosion, illuminating the entire Yin Cao.

"Buddhism speaks of purity, the Supreme speaks of departure..."

A familiar voice explodes from within, the world instantaneously turns into a vacuum.

In the deathly silence, the flesh mass cracks, evil ghosts are blown away, inside the daylight becomes more resplendent, revealing a silhouette bathed in backlight at the center.

Little brat... Yue Gongnu’s palm quivers as if sensing something, releasing the sword in her hand.

Those within Yin Cao see a sword light shoot out soundlessly from an unknown origin.

The light emerges from the far sky, traverses through the flying ghosts in reverse, instantly enters that illuminating daylight within Yin Cao.

Steady and sure, lands into the hand of the black figure inside.

"Om—"

A deep Buddhist chant breaks the silence.

The five regions through countless observations by outsiders now hold their breath, feeling their blood gradually heating up.

"A Sword from the East!"

"Indeed, a sword from the Eastern Region, a Sword Deity, I’ve said the Eighth Sword Deity couldn’t possibly... Just watch, the spectacle is only beginning!"

"A myriad of swords, didn’t they all get absorbed into Bazhun’an’s body? What kind of sword was that? He has so many swords, why did he choose just that one?"

"Seems like it was... the Buddha Sword?"

"’Buddhism speaks of purity, the Supreme speaks of departure,’ double cultivation with Buddhism added to the Buddha Sword, isn’t it..."

Ho!

Under the watchful eyes, the daylight’s brilliant radiance is absorbed into Bazhun’an’s body again.

But this time, it’s not just swallowed, without waves arising.

On the contrary, at the same time, behind Bazhun’an rises a towering, resplendent golden light Buddha, after the power gathers, it forms an Indestructible Golden Body—Vajra.

From the ground, the force rises!

This Force ascends too high!

Even situated within the divine palace of Yin Cao, shackled by the aura of billions of gods of death, after the force peaks, it remains enough to hold its ground.

Perhaps even more?

Afar, the ten Yama Lords, Black and White Guardians, Eight Heroic Warriors... originally ready to act after the ghosts.

Oppressed by the gained momentum, their knees suddenly sink, movements interrupted, almost kneeling mid-air, faces showing dread.

Raising their eyes.

That Buddha’s height and vastness nearly rivaling an entire city.

Unimaginable, what kind of terrifying power should be contained within?

——With the divine palace Yin Cao’s aid gathered over millions of years, it was only then that the ghosts reached greater heights, yet the Vajra crafted by Bazhun’an, was it solely by his power?

The half-open Vajra Kasaya, chest and courage exposed, suddenly fierce-eyed, one hand conjures a towering great blade, harboring murderous intent.

Buddha Sword...

Bazhun’an cloaked in white gracefully wields a sword across the sky, anger flickering between his brows.

Angry Immortal...

At this point, no matter whether they were ancient swordsmen or Spiritual Cultivators who knew little of the Path of the Ancient Swordsman, all discerned something, exclaiming in shock:

"Great Buddha..."

"Chop!"

Bazhun’an utters a single word.

Behind, the fierce-eyed Vajra unsparingly sweeps the monstrous greatsword across, golden light cleaves half the Yin Cao.

"Boom!"

A resounding explosion, heaven and earth appear split in two.

The evil ghosts surrounding the daylight, oppressed and flown mid-air, unable to utter even a gasp, at the instant struck by Buddha Sword’s light, pop, they disintegrate into wisps of black smoke pouring down.

Together with subsequent moths-to-a-flame rushing evil ghosts, appearing like a massive fault as the greatsword cuts across.

Billions of evil ghosts, one sword clears a third!

"Wow."

Not only those within Yin Cao, Five Regions Cultivators witnessing this scene, each one tingling at the scalp, stand in awe.

How is this any different from cleaving chaos with one sword?

Among those billions of evil ghosts, many received more than one aura of the god of death, defensive power obviously beyond ordinary.

Yet under the Great Buddha Chop, they are like ants shaking the tree, utterly vulnerable.

Beads shatter porcelain, raindrops hitting glass.

Under the sweep of the Great Buddha Chop, aside from that first explosive roar, all that remains are delightful crisp sounds of evil ghosts splintering.

Popping fragments, from west to east, over the Yin Cao, composing a beautiful symphony for the populace across the five regions.

Meng Po Granny’s face was already pale, lacking much blood.

Seeing the scene, her lips quiver, yelling fiercely, yet trembling:

"Charge!!!"

"Rip him to shreds for me!"

The ten Yama Lords, Black and White Guardians, Eight Heroic Warriors, upon hearing sprang into action, ferocious light in their eyes, stomping the space beneath, ready to fly.

Bazhun’an lifts an eyelid, pupils contract:

"Kneel."

The ten Yama Lords, Black and White Guardians, Eight Heroic Warriors, suddenly distorted faces, skin pulls down, nearly breaking their spines.

As if enduring extreme pressure, each’s armor, clothing, everything seemed about to be torn apart by the descending intangible sword energy, until finally...

Bang!

All genuinely kneel.

"Impossible—"

Meng Po Granny lets out a shrill cry, her complexion shifting from white to green.

She can’t feel any pressure at all!