I Am Loaded with Passive Skills
Chapter 3649 - 1777: Nian Name_2

Chapter 3649: Chapter 1777: Nian Name_2

"What kind of Ancient Sword Chicken is this? Only the Seven Sword Deities could battle it, right? Can Lord Shou beat this chicken?"

"Why is it that there’s no movement, nor has it entered the first realm, second realm, yet the White-faced Ghost looks under tremendous pressure?"

"Look, the White-faced Ghost’s hand is trembling, this chicken has some strength!"

"Ancient Martial Chicken?"

Is it an Ancient Sword Chicken, or an Ancient Martial Chicken, or perhaps the one who has mastered the great success of both Paths, the White-faced Ghost couldn’t figure it out.

It realized at some unknown point, its vision had become extremely narrow.

Not because an eye was cut, an arm broke, or there’s a bloody hole in the chest, but because of fear.

"Come on!"

The White-faced Ghost roared at the Sword-Holding Chicken.

The Black Chicken was indifferent, still circling outside, pacing slowly.

Boom!

The White-faced Ghost slashed the earth with a sword, shouting:

"Come on! Fight!"

The chicken seemed to have seen through this ghost’s sword that it had no killing power, treading on the edge of the force waves, continued to wander.

The White-faced Ghost’s Adam’s apple rolled, blood sweat like beans.

Its face turned to the other side, but dared not shift its gaze.

It stared at the Black Chicken, facing the horse carriage, angrily shouted at the two humans still making sarcastic comments over there:

"What a pair of sons of privilege and evil servants, just because they raised a spiritual beast, they act like foxes borrowing the power of tigers..."

Swish!

The Black Chicken’s afterimage vanished.

The White-faced Ghost stopped abruptly, pupils quaking, just about to raise the sword to block horizontally...

"Sizzle!"

The Black Chicken stabbed a sword into the White-faced Ghost’s right eye.

It turns out the speed it showed before was all an act, exploding now even faster, hitting with one thinking inertia, and caught by surprise.

"Ah—"

The stone sword, like a drill, pierced into the skull, twitching and writhing continuously, the pain not only came from the body but also the soul, and injured intent!

The White-faced Ghost could no longer endure, and cried out in pain.

Its mouth just opened, the Sword-Holding Chicken spun its body downward with the sword in its beak, its claw reached into the White-faced Ghost’s mouth, tugging with curled toes.

"The tongue!"

The matchmaker exclaimed: "The Black Chicken pulled out the White-faced Ghost’s tongue with its foot!"

The White-faced Ghost was completely terrified.

Just because it insulted its master repeatedly?

Before it had finished pondering, a pain in the eye, the Sword-Holding Chicken pulled the sword out of its skull.

The elongated tongue, barely touched by the sword body, made a sizzling sound...

"Cut off!"

"Just because the ghost wanted to spout arrogant words, really fulfilling the tongue-cutting punishment Old Man Li mentioned earlier?"

The matchmaker was elated.

If Elder Fu died so aggrieved before, now she was utterly thrilled.

This White-faced Ghost never expected the retribution would come when it was slaughtering others, did it!

"Uh—"

A terrible scream echoed through the battlefield.

The Black Chicken that cut the White-faced Ghost’s tongue used its wing to flick half of the White-faced Ghost’s head, borrowing the force to bounce off the battlefield...

Continued to pace.

"Urgh!"

"Urgh, urgh, uh!"

The White-faced Ghost collapsed, completely breaking down mentally.

It was holding its face and throat, in unbearable anguish, the special wrapping like water sense from the Black Chicken’s sword, left on its wound, felt like it was salted consistently.

Pain!

Too pain!

Unbearable pain!

"Kill me, kill me, kill..."

The cut tongue couldn’t stop the White-faced Ghost from making noise, it was lying on the ground, howling incessantly, unable to bear such inhumane torture.

"Young master."

Old Man Li on the cassia carriage called in regretful expression: "It seems like this one doesn’t have the Aura of the God of Death, no matter how stimulated, it didn’t bring it out?"

"No, they’re smart, some hide it well."

"But normally, it should have erupted with such stimulation, if I put myself in its shoes, feel either committing seppuku or mutating, anyway I couldn’t withstand this non-human torture..."

"Indeed non-human, it’s a fierce ghost, the energy of ghosts surpasses your imagination."

The matchmaker listened, utterly bemused.

This master and servant’s discussion seemed completely out of sync with what millions from Golden Apricot were focused on.

Sounds absurd...

But they were very experienced?

The White-faced Ghost hunted experientialists from the Ghost Buddha Realm for a living.

This master and servant from the carriage, seemed created specifically to hunt such "living/dead beings" like the White-faced Ghost?

And what they’re after...

"This young master, intends to, with this... this senior Sword Princess, force out the White-faced Ghost’s hidden power?"

"Aura of the God of Death, is it what I know, the power of the ancestral source?"

The matchmaker even did not know whether this "Sword-Holding Chicken" possessed spiritual intelligence, and could only respectably call it "Sword Princess."

After all, this chicken is too powerful, unprecedentedly strong.

Regarding swordsmanship skills, the last vacant position among the Seven Sword Deity should be crowned upon this chicken.

Even Beibei might not be able to defeat this chicken!

"Huff, huff, huff..."

The White-faced Ghost lay on the ground, gasping heavily, its broken body trembling uncontrollably.

When its breaths became too coarse, that Black Chicken approached and struck it with a sword, so swiftly that the White-faced Ghost dared not breathe.

It was like a volcano that had been suppressed for a long time, wanting to erupt but not daring to, twisting to the extreme.

"Enough tormenting." Finally, from afar, the cassia carriage, came the young master’s soft sigh:

"So it turns out to be a spineless ghost..."

"Sword Princess, kill it, annihilate both form and spirit."

The Golden Apricot screen focused sharply on the Sword-Holding Chicken; the chicken flapped its wings, gripped the sword, and lightly leapt, spinning mid-air.

Swish!

Dazzling silver sword energy slashed through the void, tearing straight toward the trembling White-faced Ghost on the ground.

"If this can be endured, then what cannot?"

The White-faced Ghost, with its heavy sword planted on the ground, let out a booming shout, and then its body exploded with flesh splattering.

In the midst of the spatial fluctuation, a ghostly light quickly shot out from the explosion, headed straight for... the cassia carriage!

"Sickly young master’s wicked servant, I’ve tolerated you for too long!"

The ghostly light transformed into a hideous giant ghost a hundred feet tall.

The overwhelming aura of the god of death converged, transforming into the heavy greatsword it wielded in its hand.

This fierce ghost, with its greatsword, driven by unspeakable hatred, charged straight at the top of the carriage, ignoring everything else.

"Cluck, cluck, cluck—"

The Black Chicken pursued with the sword, but its speed was just a touch too slow.

"Can’t save it!"

The matchmaker covered her lips.

The Golden Apricot was even less vocal, everyone held their breath watching.

On screen, Old Man Li raised his eyes to look.

In the eyes of everyone, this weak old man, who should have been utterly feeble, looked at the sword-like a pillar falling from above, with a hint of disdain at the corners of his lips.

"Young master..."

He softly called, with some expectation in his expression.

When the heavy sword came stabbing, he steered the carriage slightly to the side.

As the carriage tilted, the first point of contact with the heavy sword was no longer the roof of the carriage, but the window!

"Huff..."

The wind lifted.

The window curtain lifted slightly.

The matchmaker’s beautiful eyes widened, grasping the Golden Apricot tightly pushing the screen inward, determined to reveal the young master’s true appearance in the carriage.

Couldn’t see clearly!

The full face was completely obscure!

When the window curtain was lifted by the wind, only a white side face was barely visible, reaching only the lips and nose tip, not even the eyes were exposed.

"It’s good looking..."

The matchmaker’s heart skipped a beat, just wanting to sigh that this young master did not disappoint.

The carriage window curtain suddenly folded outward.

A large hand emerged with two fingers forming a sword seal, gently pointing upward at the heavy sword formed by the aura of the god of death.

"Boom!"

This clash of reckless forces, void power waves swept, yet the cassia carriage did not shatter.

The matchmaker was nearly overwhelmed.

One eye was glued to the vibrating window curtain inside.

Another eye focused on the confrontation between the finger sword and the heavy sword.

Spiritual senses still controlled the Golden Apricot screen to keep it from tilting, locking in on the focal point...

"Impossible!"

The void ghost cried out in surprise again.

It leaned onto the sword, enduring hundreds of strikes from the Black Chicken, yet couldn’t push the Sword of Death God down even a bit.

The person inside the carriage turned out to be stronger than the Sword-Holding Chicken!

With just two fingers, not even activating spiritual source or the power of the ancestral source, merely withstanding the Sword of Death God poised with such force!

"What kind of body is this?"

"Absolutely impossible!"

The carriage was swaying on its single wheel, like a building about to collapse, yet inexplicably did not fall.

"Nothing is impossible; any miscalculation is nothing but beyond your perception."

"In other words, you are merely a frog in a well."

From within the carriage came the sickly young master’s sarcasm, after a pause, tinged with coldness, suddenly commanding:

"Name·Ten Stages Sword Point."

The power surged, and the Golden Apricot screen abruptly blurred.

On the young master’s finger sword, suddenly flowed clear liquid like water, coiling up the two fingers, finally emitting a faint glow.

"Boom!"

The faint glow transformed into sword light.

The sword light pierced straight from within the Sword of Death God, splitting open the ghostly body inside, effortlessly stabbing into the sky, leaving frosty traces.

One sword, a frosty rainbow three thousand miles, a cold sky rips the ghost shattering through the clouds!