I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 3988: Chapter 1902: Rampage (Part 2)

She simply couldn’t believe that the mere human Bazhun’an could subdue all the major generals of the Netherworld Army with just two words!

"Rise!"

"Get up for me..."

Meng Po Granny abruptly stopped.

She was still trying to pull them up one by one, starting with the eight great warriors, but the action suddenly halted as her incredulous gaze slowly shifted towards that person in the distance...

"Swish swish swish!"

The magnificent airflow shot through the high sky.

Bazhun’an remained unmoved, yet from behind his shoulders flowed out countless swords from the Sword Sea, forming twelve blood-colored sword wings that spread behind him, blotting out the sky and the sun.

The words "kneel" that brought the generals of the Netherworld Army to their knees were already shocking enough.

This real and boundless Wrath of the Great Crimson God, formed by the convergence of innumerable swords, once again demonstrated to the ancient swordsmen of the five regions what it meant to have no limit to the first and second stage.

"Is the Absolute Imperial Control really this absolute?"

"Can the Wrath of the Great Crimson God also be condensed with a spiritual sword and murderous intent, transforming into a physical entity?"

Pop.

Meng Po Granny just remotely locked eyes with those blood-red pupils in the distance, and both her eyeballs burst, splattering streams of the Aura of the God of Death.

Boom!

She finally realized what the surrounding Netherworld Army had just withstood when Bazhun’an turned his gaze towards her, and all the force accumulated into one.

Meng Po Granny couldn’t even kneel down, as the concept from her waist down, including "legs," was blasted into powder.

She plopped with a splat into the coffin.

"Wow..."

The Judge of Death couldn’t stay asleep.

This fat-headed and big-eared monster hugged Meng Po Granny from the coffin, threw her to the side, and then straightened up.

With a tearing sound, it ripped off the Divine Oracle without hesitation and roared sharply:

"A convergence of ten thousand Dao, add to all of us."

"Every general of the Phantom City, feast on the divine power of the Ancestral God, ascend a stage, go up!"

Clap clap clap clap...

The sound of shattering was incessant.

Above the void, the evil ghosts that were swept away by the Phantom of the Great Buddha’s sword, leaving only two-thirds of the original flesh wall, all exploded.

At that moment, flesh and blood flew in all directions, obscuring vision, and blood poured down like a waterfall.

Amid the continuous shrieks, the divine palace of the Netherworld manifested a scene of purgatory, filled with the unwilling wails of evil ghosts around the world.

"No—"

"Ah ah ah!"

"Sizzle, it hurts, ah ah..."

The Spiritual Cultivators from the Ghost Buddha Realm, clearly not part of this battle, upon seeing and hearing this, all got goosebumps.

Brutal!

Savage!

Incomprehensible!

"B-brothers, save me..."

Hong Niang’s delicate body shivered violently, almost unable to hold the Golden Apricot in her hand, eyes filled with fear.

She had never seen such a tragic scene.

In her previous world, a higher void was already the pinnacle, and a demi-saint was overly surpassing.

But once she entered the divine palace of the Netherworld, she realized her worldview was overturned again and again.

Bazhun’an’s single sword, with power beyond description, left her unable to articulate it.

But the countless fierce ghosts remaining, after exploding, the Aura of the God of Death that splattered and converged on the generals of the Netherworld around the Judge of Death.

Their aura, amplified by the divine palace of the Netherworld, from the beginning felt more than just demi-saint.

Now, with such a magnificent force added to them, what are they planning, to create something crazy?

Hong Niang didn’t even dare to think in that direction.

Even the ancient swordsmen and Spiritual Cultivators who once stood in the Ghost Buddha Realm, now personally on the battlefield of the Netherworld, were all aghast.

No matter how unbelievable it seemed, it seemed there was only one answer left.

"Holy Emperor..."

Yue Gongnu mumbled arduously, palms cold, already sweating slightly.

"Is it really the Holy Emperor?"

Yu Zhiwen’s face turned slightly pale, as if realizing something, his body tensed.

Li Fuyu was no better off, gasping at the sound.

What is the concept of the Holy Emperor?

The five great aristocratic families of the Holy Emperor, in total, there are only five.

Half a year ago, the Kun Peng God envoy gained the position of Holy Emperor, ascended the Stairway to Heaven, fought for fortune, struggled, and eventually met their demise.

Calculating carefully, the number of Holy Emperors on and below the Holy God continent, including the ghost beasts of Abyss Island, the divine envoys of the Holy Palace, the Holy Emperor Bai Long, and even the exhausted and mediocre Feng Yujin, only slightly exceeds "ten."

In this Netherworld, just that fat-headed, big-eared so-called judge, with a single tear of the Divine Oracle, could potentially create "twenty"?

The position of the Holy Emperor is only eighteen in total!

"It’s not entirely impossible..."

It was Yue Gongnu’s first encounter with such a situation.

But having been a successor of the Holy Emperor, with considerable insight, and knowing the divine palace of the Netherworld was a perfect divine palace, she could roughly estimate.

"Once the Sovereign Domain opens, even a Spiritual Cultivator unfamiliar with the Way of Space can slightly alter the laws, confinement, and transfer are basic."

"A demi-saint, and a holy realm of the Holy Emperor, alike possess ’domain’ properties, with the ability to alter a larger number and higher level of laws."

"The divine palace is even more so!"

Yue Gongnu gazed at the elegant figure in the void, her tone full of solemnity:

"The divine palace has long transcended the ’domain’ constraints, embodying laws of its own, ranking as high as the Heavenly Realm, after all, it’s the abode of the Ancestral God."

"The fusion of the Ghost Buddha Realm with the Ancient War God Platform, the high level of super Taoization of laws, provided Hua Changdeng’s divine palace of the Netherworld with the perfect framework for power expansion."

"And the Ghost Ancestor was born several eras ago, and after its decline, the divine palace of the Netherworld has never fully emerged since, falling into the hands of Hua Changdeng, and never fully utilized."

"With years passing, the power of the ancestral source accumulated inside reached an unquantifiable height in both quantity and quality."

After a pause, Yue Gongnu from the bottom of her heart didn’t want to admit it, but the reality was as such:

"Eternal solidification of the eight great warriors, the ten Yama of the palaces, the black and white union, to the Holy Emperor state, perhaps not feasible, as they lack the position of the Holy Emperor."