I Am Loaded with Passive Skills
Chapter 3641: 1774: One Sword

Chapter 3641: Chapter 1774: One Sword

The sword was a spiritual green, spotless, and the sword body was pockmarked.

The lamp was made of two old pieces of bronze, held by three thin bronze pillars, extremely simple.

Even the candle had burned to the end, as if a gust of wind would extinguish it.

The person and the statue remained motionless.

A hundred feet of fierce ghosts in front of him were already trembling.

“Woo… woo woo…”

The fierce ghost emitted a low, sobbing sound from its mouth, having already lost its spiritual intelligence, now instinctively fearful, begging for mercy.

Its cry still had no effect.

The mutation was not yet over!

After day turned to night, not only beneath the fierce ghost, but the land behind it, was a sinister ghostly energy rising.

Soon, that “Phantom Beast” which seemed to turn into a black swamp began to extend outward.

The speed was astonishingly fast.

In no time, it was about to reach Cao Erzhu’s feet.

In the Phantom Beast, accompanied by the sound of “sizzle,” ghost hands and bone claws continuously reached out, supporting the ground, pulling out their broken bodies, skeletal bodies, and fierce ghost bodies.

“Tsk!”

“Hiss hiss!”

“Ha ha, ha huh…”

In a moment, a Hundred Ghost Night Walk was in progress.

Haunting wails resounded one after another.

Once all the ghosts appeared, they staggered forward as if blind, tearing at anything, destroying whatever stones they encountered.

And those that collided fought each other, each scream more painful than the last.

Cao Erzhu’s hair stood on end.

Such a mutation suddenly appeared in the Ghost Buddha Realm.

If he had known today was not suitable for going out, it would have been better to stay at the blacksmith shop, how did he encounter such a mess?

“Who are you really!”

Even though Cao Erzhu wanted to pretend to be calm, this shout was clearly an inner cry masked with outward ferocity.

This guy, his aura felt even more terrifying than the Wangze Holy Emperor he’d seen before, not even inferior to the ancestor god Cursed Yin?

He wanted to retreat.

Yet he did not dare to expose his back to such an unknown hostile entity, enduring blood tears and still staring intently.

“Woo woo woo…”

The fierce ghost was still trembling.

Like a mouse encountering a cat, the natural enemy’s pressure was not in how much bigger it was, but in losing the will to fight back upon meeting.

The Holy Emperor’s statue clearly did not care about Cao Erzhu.

In fact, the statue’s eyelids never moved; even the fierce ghost before it like a high wall was ignored.

He only lifted the lamp, raising his hand.

“Ooh!”

The fierce ghost’s screams grew more intense, the plea for mercy more pronounced.

The Holy Emperor’s statue was ever unmoved by external things, holding the dim lamp up from his waist, to his chest, to shoulder height… finally stopping.

“No——”

In a torrent of mournful wails, Cao Erzhu seemed again to hear the corpse man’s voice beside his ear.

Simultaneously, there was a melancholy voice of unknown origin:

“Lamplight hunting ghosts, this night is long.”

Sizzle!

As soon as the words fell, the hundreds of feet tall corpse ghost evaporated, burning to leave only a wisp of blue smoke.

Sizzle sizzle sizzle…

In the vast Phantom Beast, countless ghosts that struggled up from underground were also incinerated into smoke.

“Scream——”

In the distant regions, the ghosts originally wandering in the Ghost Buddha Realm also perished in an instant.

Thousands upon thousands of strands of smoke rose to the sky.

The Holy Emperor’s statue’s lamplight flickered slightly brighter.

The endless smoke, as if summoned, rushed toward that pinpoint light atop the candle like moths to a flame.

Sizzle!

The flickering candlelight in Cao Erzhu’s eyes brightened ever so slightly.

He did not feel an ounce warmer, on the contrary, he shivered.

“Holy Emperor!”

“He must be the Holy Emperor, but where did this Holy Emperor come from?”

“Wasn’t the Stairway to Heaven severed by Elder Sleeveless? On the Shengshen Continent, apart from the Holy Palace, where else is there a Holy Emperor?”

Cao Erzhu’s mind was ablaze.

At the same time, his previous confusion facing the corpse man also received an answer in an instant:

“That corpse man’s Holy Power may not have been unowned Holy Power, but sourced from this person; even the final body explosion, that power of the ancestral source was also his?”

“A corpse man without spiritual intelligence, influenced by this person, had such battle consciousness, extreme reactions, even speaking and behaving politely?”

More accurately, the politeness was tinged with offense.

After all, if it really was a very polite corpse, it wouldn’t immediately try to stab someone with a sword.

“Gulp.”

Cao Erzhu swallowed again.

After extinguishing ten thousand ghosts, the Holy Emperor’s statue gradually faded, seemingly about to leave.

Reason told Cao Erzhu he couldn’t beat the Holy Emperor, now was definitely not the time to stand out, he would only hurt himself.

“But wasn’t Big Brother Shou and Bazhun’an Uncle’s establishment of the Ancient War God Platform intended to await a battle, could it be this person?”

“Since I have the clues, if I can’t see it that’s one thing, but seeing it, how can I miss it?”

With thoughts reaching this point, not knowing where the courage came from, Cao Erzhu’s hot blood surged, and he shouted into the air:

“Hey! Where are you running!”

In fact, the words were regretted the moment they were out.

How could the Holy Emperor’s statue be so pliable—he condensed back to an entity in one swift motion, and slightly turned his head, looking over.

“Huh?”

Cao Erzhu had been learning quite a bit from Big Brother Shou recently, and immediately let out a “huh,” looking at the tiny pebble on the ground.

The pebble, nothing peculiar about it, was just a pebble.

Cao Erzhu pointed at the stone, softly calling again: “Hey, where are you rolling off to… yes.”

From somewhere distant, a cold voice came:

“Son of Cao Yihan.”

A sudden burst of anger, Cao Erzhu bellowed with rage, raising his eyes: “My name is Cao Erzhu! Not someone’s son!”

The Holy Emperor’s statue withdrew all the pressure and transformed into an ordinary middle-aged man.

Cao Erzhu stared at him, yet still couldn’t make out his visage.

“One sword.”

The man’s tone was so bland yet so provocative, as if the world was vast, yet nothing resisted his one sword.