I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 3671: Chapter 1787: Annihilation and Kill

Outside the arena, Mei Siren felt heartbroken.

In front of seventeen million people, he couldn’t hold his tongue and exposed someone else’s healing scars, bleeding once again.

Inside the arena, Hua Changdeng, who was struck by a sword tide, was shattered.

The Power of Name was too turbulent!

Combined with the true damage effect of the Carefreeness from the Mo Sword Technique, it mercilessly obliterated his fragile body of will.

Even his consciousness was about to be swept away and obliterated under effects like "Wisdom is Emptiness" and "Heavenly Abandon."

But Hua Changdeng was still Hua Changdeng. When the tide engulfed everything and the waves submerged all, he proactively severed his body’s connections to the Body, Spirit, and Will, turning himself into nothingness.

"Good sword!"

The Soul Sound of the Ghost Buddha Realm echoed ominously, yet after the tide of a single sword, Hua Changdeng descended from the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands with such a sincere compliment.

At that moment, whether it was the external spectators of Golden Apricot or insiders like Mei Siren and Yang Xizhi, everyone had a look of surprise on their faces.

"The Ghost Sword Immortal isn’t dead?"

The Matchmaker dared not pick up the topic Master Siren had just broached.

Just in time, she refocused on the battle, shifting the subject and extended this step to the old Sword Saint.

"Ghostification..."

Mei Siren murmured softly.

In the images of Golden Apricot, countless questions like "What is ghostification?" flashed through, and The Matchmaker posed the same query.

But Mei Siren’s face was filled with composure, gripping his paper fan as he said:

"Nothing special, just the simplest form of ghostification."

"Much like ordinary spiritual cultivators, who in near-death situations might choose to self-destruct to seek a chance of life by leaving behind a wisp of residual consciousness."

"Hua Changdeng is different from us; he primarily cultivates the Soul Power Dao; even his main perspective is the soul body, truly achieving seeing the world with soul eyes."

"And the so-called ’ghostification’ is the sacrifice of the power of the body and will in exchange for a chance to let the soul escape into the void."

This means...

The Matchmaker thought for a long time but couldn’t find a more veiled word to describe the Ghost Sword Immortal’s act resembling the golden cicada shell.

Lord Shou had already seen through it with a laugh, directly saying:

"Barely surviving?"

What a scold!

The comment drew another burst of laughter.

Only Lord Shou had the courage and strength to consistently denounce even when facing the Ghost Sword Immortal, didn’t he?

Central Yuan world’s stele trembled.

In the surrounding areas, the earth repeated its decay, subsequently emanating wisps of yin soul energy.

"What is this..."

The spectators retreated in fear, quickly understanding something.

Just as Lord Shou could cleverly use the Five Regions’ name, it belonged to him.

The Ghost Sword Immortal, esteemed as a Holy Emperor, regarded the continent of Shengshen as his backyard. Furthermore, he could borrow the Aura of the God of Death from the microcosmic Path Principles, so why wouldn’t the power of the yin souls be borrowed?

"Sizzle, sizzle..."

The yin soul mist sizzled and crackled.

Before long, a number of soul eyes emitting a ghostly azure light condensed high around in the air, exceptionally eerie.

Above in the sky, Hua Changdeng’s hazy figure gradually recondensed.

Xu Xiaoshou remained unmoved.

Hua Changdeng also made little action.

Having transformed into a yin soul body, he avoided the direct damage of the sword tide, yet his strength was still no match for his former will body.

"Not bad, you’re quite something, Xiao Shi Tan Ji..."

Such a return wasn’t for revenge.

It was simply to prove to others that the youth’s one sword indeed couldn’t annihilate him.

From the beginning, Hua Changdeng had no intention to entangle with this young one, and when his heart was like a tumultuous sea, a trace of the will of the Holy Emperor was lost without regret.

At the very least, he witnessed the rise of a swordsmanship successor, which was great news for the Ancient Sword Cultivation World.

Hua Changdeng, showing approval, sincerely sighed:

"The Way of Name can stand above sword cognition."

"After Bazhun’an, your talent in the Way of the Sword should be unmatched in this generation, and the title ’Number One Sword Deity’ truly lives up to its name."

"It’s just a pity..."

He intently gazed at the stone sword in the hand of the young man, and finally lowered his head to look at his own yin soul body, smiling wordlessly.

Xu Xiaoshou, undeterred, seemed oblivious to the disdain in Old Deng’s words, raised the corner of his lips, and asked:

"Just a pity what?"

"It’s just a pity that my one sword couldn’t extinguish all of you, Old Deng, and you managed to escape?" He clapped, as if encouraging a child to successfully release their first fart.

’Great job’... This playful use of words left Hua Changdeng momentarily unsure whether it was a real sneer or sarcasm.𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

He looked over, where the young man, holding the stone sword, still remained firm and unmoved:

"I said one sword, just one sword."

"And you, with nowhere to escape, nowhere to avoid!"

As soon as his voice fell, the entire audience saw sword light suddenly appear emitting "sizzle" sounds on Hua Changdeng’s yin soul body.

Layer upon layer of sword light tore open various parts of his yin soul body.

The origin of that sword light was unknown, yet its path was exceedingly clear; after tearing through his yin soul body, it converged at one point.

Finally, it transformed into...

"Water?"

No!

Not water!

It was a "Name" as clear as water!

The Power of Name was like a maggot clinging to bones.

Even though Hua Changdeng had discarded his body and will, and fled into his most familiar soul state, the sword light transformed by names, the damage slashed by names, still followed him.

"This is..."

His yin soul body cracked open with a sizzle.

Hua Changdeng felt as if being subjected to slow dismemberment, pain radiating across his entire body.

The Power of Name clinging like water, like a dull knife slowly cutting, almost caused him to cry out in pain.

"How is this possible?"

Hua Changdeng was shocked.

What shocked him wasn’t that this young one’s power had reached such a state.

It was that from this clinging Power of Name, he could sense a familiar but peculiar flavor, somewhat resembling his own...

Sword Demon’s Will Ghost?

"You’ve noticed?"

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