I Am Loaded with Passive Skills
Chapter 3640 - 1773: Corpse Man (Part 2)

Chapter 3640: Chapter 1773: Corpse Man (Part 2)

"Break!"

The corpse man instantly shattered his right leg, simultaneously releasing the Ghost Fire Sword, and turned to fly backward, laughing loudly:

"A gecko breaks its tail, naturally escaping!"

"High mountains, long roads, we’ll meet again..."

Whoosh!

Once again, the sentence unfinished, the sound of something piercing the wind came from behind. Clearly, it was his own Ghost Fire Sword.

"Ridiculous."

The corpse man, hovering on one leg, turned in the void, boldly saying: "This is my sword, you wish to harm..."

Once again halted, the ghostly fire in his eyes flickered suddenly.

Because in front of him, it was not just one sword!

The bulky figure in the distance hadn’t moved a step, yet suddenly transformed into a "Thousand-legged Spider."

Countless purple lightning threads shot out from his body, each thread connected to a Thunder Sword, pointing its blade at him.

And the Ghost Fire Sword was merely the vanguard!

"Impossible, it must be Fantasy Sword Technique!"

The corpse man could only utter this sound, already too late to escape again.

The Ghost Fire Sword, with a roar, pierced through its chest cavity, the accompanying thunderous power exploded its entire body.

The intense pain telling him this wasn’t Fantasy Sword Technique.

That person was a Spiritual Cultivator, merely manipulating the Refining Spirit Sword, not wielding the Ten Thousand Sword Technique!

Gecko breaks body, timing was still not late.

The corpse man reacted swiftly, immediately severing its own neck.

Leaving only a skeleton head, soaring away, still able to leave a cold laughter:

"No pain."

Cao Erzhu was briefly stunned.

This corpse’s power was weak, but its mouth was indeed tough.

He manipulated those thousand Thunder Swords, piercing through the void, yet the skull dodged left and right, surprisingly evading all of them.

"A bit strong, but not much..."

Cao Erzhu felt rather strange.

Say the corpse was a master, it’s awfully weak, only a tough mouth.

Say the corpse was a novice, its Space-Time Transition with one sword was light and easy, not inferior to Brother Shou.

Simultaneously, this kind of battle consciousness...

"In life, he was definitely a master!"

Cao Erzhu, trained by his father for over twenty years, his battle consciousness almost surpassed the young generation.

Besides Brother Shou, few in this world could compare.

But such skill implementation, piercing with a thousand swords, achieving precise stab—this was the basic proficiency of cultivating manipulative-type Penetrating Divine Senses.

Replace with a higher void, or even demi-saint, they should be pierced with countless holes by himself.

This skull chose not to fight, started evading, except for that initial wave of confident turning back, subsequently not one of his strikes hit!

"His power is weak, Holy Power is minimal, appearance is even ugly."

"But eloquence is extraordinary, enhanced movement techniques too, the third realm’s battle consciousness even more so."

"Just like..."

Cao Erzhu wasn’t good at thinking, but could perceive most intuitively.

This corpse possessed the consciousness of a master, but matched with a trash soul, trash physique.

He could even confirm, just by that turn with twelve degrees of confidence.

If this corpse were restored to its living power, he might truly take back the Ghost Fire Sword manipulated by him!

"Don’t underestimate it."

Cao Erzhu’s expression turned severe, fearing surprises, recalled all his external spiritual source.

As the pressure eased, the skull almost simultaneously sensed it, immediately burst into loud laughter:

"Young man, can’t hold on already?"

"My evaluation is, attack speed is fast, duration quite short, very average indeed."

It indeed possessed all the qualities of an ancient swordsman, even had the added quality of toothy wit like Brother Shou... Cao Erzhu couldn’t help being a bit annoyed, shouting:

"Punishment God Domain!"

Sizzle.

The earth seemed to have snakes of lightning passing through, swiftly vanishing.

Wind remained, sky unchanged, the bulky figure seemed to release a fart, nothing happened?

"Haha..."

As the skull’s thoughts flashed past, just as it was about to mock, it felt a numbness in its skull, lost all sight.

"Boom!"

Thousands of miles abruptly covered entirely by a sea of purple lightning.

The thunder tide transformed by God Punishment Tribulation rolled on, vaguely various thunderous giant beasts could be seen floating within, fiercely ominous.

Yet Cao Erzhu hadn’t truly exerted force, that skull was already crushed into powder by intangible aura before the lightning sea appeared.

"So weak?"

Cao Erzhu had been cautious of unexpected occurrences.

Unexpectedly, there was no surprise; it turns out the Corpse Man truly wasn’t a master.

The pitiful bit of Holy Power within it, which was easily seen through, wasn’t a disguise but its entirety.

Holy Power, how far does it reach?

The God Punishment Tribulation, as the first generation Penetrating Divine Senses, rivals the power of the ancestral source. The mere Holy Power has already vanished under the rampage of the sea of thunder.

"No—"

Suddenly, a heart-wrenching voice echoed, filled with pain and anguish:

"Impossible, impossible!"

"So young, how can you be so strong?"

"Who are you, who exactly are you? No, I can’t die, if I die, there’s no chance, no..."

It was speaking nonsensically.

Cao Erzhu listened and felt more convinced this was a master.

The spirit, body, and will of the skeleton should have been entirely extinguished under the God Punishment Tribulation; yet, now a residual consciousness could still scream...

If this isn’t a master, what is?

"Heart Thunder Trace!"

With a change in the move, the sea of thunder was diluted.

Instead, in the distant void, thunder elements gathered, piecing together a vague, twisted purple cloud.

This was the awareness of the ancient swordsman Corpse Man.

Cao Erzhu typically did not act, but when he did, he was never soft-hearted, as taught by his father, prompting him to clench a fist:

"Explode!"

He could easily crush this residual consciousness.

After all, during the Corpse Man’s heyday, even without considering its extreme reactions, its combat power was nothing compared to the quality of a single God Punishment Tribulation.

An unforeseen event occurred.

The power of Heart Thunder Trace applied to the residual consciousness didn’t explode. Instead, it seemed corroded and dissolved by something.

Even the connection between power and self was silently severed.

"What’s going on?"

Cao Erzhu’s face showed caution, realizing his suspicion was correct; the Corpse Man was going to mutate.

"Ah—"

Sure enough, the residual consciousness screamed and exploded with a twist and a struggle.

It did not die; instead, it scattered its "spiritual intelligence," returning to the primitive self of beastly instincts.

A gigantic fierce ghost, over a hundred feet tall and exuding a chilling aura, descended fiercely, its head adorned with seven black horns, six arms growing between its ribs, each arm lined with spines, terrifying beyond belief.

"Cannot allow it to mutate..."

Cao Erzhu was about to drive away the ghost when he noticed that even after the fierce ghost materialized, it continued to be in unbearable pain.

It covered its brain with six arms, retreating critically, enduring the endless cries:

"No! No! Don’t..."

"Spare me!"

"Release me..."

Clearly, it wasn’t imploring him for mercy.

The unknown "torment" had not ceased because of the corpse man ghost’s cries, as strands of black fog bloomed on the fierce ghost’s body.

Cao Erzhu’s pupils trembled; he saw something!

"Power of the ancestral source?"

If he remembered correctly.

The black, chilling, corrosive, and Nirvana-like characteristics of the ancestral source power are precisely the Aura of the God of Death?

"No!!!"

The corpse man fierce ghost let out a final pain-filled cry.

Then the earth shook, and even Cao Erzhu’s Heart Thunder Trace was suppressed, while the Punishment God Domain crumbled instantly.

Boom!

The skies and earth changed color.

Accompanied by a terrifying pressure, day turned to night.

Behind the corpse man fierce ghost, with a sizzle, countless ghostly energies emerged, followed by a phantom-like human figure slowly appearing from the corrupted ground.

"Saint Statue?"

"No, a demi-saint wouldn’t be this powerful; this is the Holy Emperor’s pressure, the Holy Emperor’s Statue?"

A roar in his mind, blood flowed from all seven apertures.

Cao Erzhu felt his knees tremble, almost kneeling, yet he stared hard at the statue.

Finally, the statue solidified!

Compared to the several hundred feet tall fierce ghost, it had only the height of a normal human, under the ghost it seemed insignificant.

"Who?!"

Cao Erzhu shouted, unable to ignore its terrifying power, demanding: "Who are you?"

The statue awakened, its eyes lit with a faint ghostly green, followed by a subtle cross of a red glow on its brow.

It slowly raised a hand...

As it moved, only then did Cao Erzhu avert from observing the almost indecipherable visage to notice the other parts.

This person was extremely unadorned, dressed in a white open-fronted long robe, a sword by the waist, holding a lantern in the hand.