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I Am Loaded with Passive Skills (Web Novel) - Chapter 4027: Mask
Chapter 4027: Mask
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"Hahaha!""Bazhun’an, prepare to die!"
A black light broke through from beyond the heavens, with three swords spinning around.
In just moments, Sword Deity Hua Changdeng, without casting a single spell, wielded Ghost Hunter and pierced from the Northern Region all the way to Lingyu Mountain in the Ghost Buddha Realm with one sword.
"This speed..."
The sword light swept past the side of the Ghost Buddha, and the Three Ancestors of the White Vein were all filled with dread.
Too fast!
If this were a sword space-time leap, it would be considered slow.
If this were a blood sacrifice escape technique, it would still be considered slow.
It was neither!
This was purely sword speed.
Without any spiritual source or holy power enhancement, without any embellishment from the Eighteen Sword Forms of Ancient Sword Technique, it was pure force breaking through ten thousand methods, pushing the "path of stabbing" to the extreme.
"Wuuu..."
The Great Infernal Ancestor cried softly, as if frightened to tears.
The Seven Trees Emperor shed tears of lament, his mind equally stirred and his thoughts in turmoil, clearly shocked.
The chains of cyan Daos agitatedly slapped around, while Lord Qing Shi of the Divine Prison remained silent. The stone Ghost Buddha’s eyes began to weep tears of blood.
"Something’s wrong!"
In an instant, the Three Ancestors of the White Vein snapped back to reality and looked towards the distance with great alarm.
At the end of the spacetime turbulence, somehow a barefooted white-clothed figure appeared.
His face emotionless, the swaying huai branch retracting, transforming into a human-form right arm as he entered the spacetime turbulence from the starry sky.
Bei Huai!
From the mournful higher void of the Ten High Nobles to the Mournful Emperor realm of the Sad Holy Emperor, Bei Huai was born with the bizarre ability to make people "shed tears without sorrow!"
"Just by standing there, just relying on his talents, he can influence the state of the three great Holy Emperors..."
The Three Ancestors of the White Vein said not a word, lining up with perfect tacit understanding, standing horizontally in front of the Ghost Buddha, each releasing their true forms.
An endless sea of fire!
The Seven Trees of the Blood World!
Qingshi Prison!
"Gentlemen, please make way."
North Huai remained unfazed in front of the three great Holy Emperors.
He spoke softly, the madness in his eyes having dried up and wasted away with the River of Oblivion that protected the realm. Now his target was... the Ghost Buddha!
"Attack!"
The Great Infernal Ancestor knew there was no reasoning with this madman.
With a shout, an illusory divine Sky City tree manifested over the endless sea of fire, spitting out a white flame.
Sizzle!
The Fire Seed had not yet descended.
Dispersed within the spacetime turbulence, the infernal white flame was suddenly extinguished by what seemed like a torrential downpour, leaving only drifting black smoke.
"Ugh."
The Great Infernal Ancestor was immediately forced back to human form.
That pitiful saintly appearance, as if just trying to perform a technique but was choked by tears and snot at eyes and nose.
Not to mention being backlashed by his own power, stuck at the most void critical point where old strength perished, and new strength had not yet been born...
"You!! Yuan!!!"
In the distance, Bei Huai suddenly burst forth.
Like an arrow off the bowstring, piercing through with slaughtering intent, face twisted, eyes wild with fervor, he released a long howl of need.
Teleport!
Face to face!
Black scales covered his hand, which grabbed the sobbing Great Infernal Ancestor by the neck, swinging him like a great hammer, spinning him around before fiercely smashing him against another side.
"The blood tree has one..."
The Seven Trees Emperor, in true form as the seven blood trees, practiced guidance.
The guidance power of the blood tree lies in seven aspects: hunger and thirst, obsession, massacre, death, degeneration, asexuality, and nurture.
He had just moved, had barely summoned the first guidance of the blood tree when his mind shook, vision blurred by tears, and when he came back to his senses...
The spacetime turbulence was silent.
The branches of the blood tree already pierced through the Great Infernal Ancestor, both of them driven backward by the ferocious force, dragged ten thousand miles across the spacetime turbulence!
Furthermore, the wounds of the Great Infernal Ancestor were wildly sprouting vital life force, already growing together with the blood tree branches.
They seemed like a twin-born tree man!
"What on earth?!"
The Seven Trees Emperor was going mad, unable to shake off the sticky dog skin plaster of the Great Infernal Ancestor, this was the "Path of Life"?
The path of hybridization!
Looking back at Bei Huai, his heart was filled with shock.
He didn’t even need guidance; Bei Huai’s very existence surpassed hunger and thirst, obsession, massacre, death, degeneration...
He was "asexual"!
He lacked the Seven Emotions and Six Desires, which could be guided.
His being defied common reasoning, only one step away from becoming the life nurture of the blood tree...
Yet an asexual being should have lost desires, lost joy and sorrow, becoming incredibly weak, but Bei Huai still possessed obsession, and what an obsession it was, too wild.
His "pursuit," his "life form" seemingly surpassed the Ancestral Trees.
—The blood tree couldn’t swallow this guy’s nutrients; if anything, it was closer to being swallowed!
"Boom boom boom..."
The spacetime turbulence was suddenly burst open.
The cyan Dao chains wrapped the immobile Ghost Buddha, flinging it back towards the Shengshen Continent.
At the same time, countless "tentacles" shot out, like a sudden downpour, attempting to pierce through the mad dog.
Bei Huai did not turn back.
Bei Huai’s target was only the Ghost Buddha.
His speed surpassed that of Lord Qing Shi of the Divine Prison.
Closer...
Closer still...
"Boom!"
The Dao chain of Lord Qing Shi was about to strike Bei Huai.
Bei Huai’s back exploded, countless huai branches cracking out as if eyes opened on his back, each accurately hitting the Dao chains of Lord Qing Shi.
Using this counter-thrust power, he shattered the space barrier with a single kick, forcibly landing on the Shengshen Continent, chopping the Dao chains binding the Ghost Buddha with a backhand strike.
"Ahahaha!"
"You Yuan! You are mine, you can’t escape!"
The maniacal laughter echoed from the ruins of Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe across the five regions, moving all to tears.
...
At the same time Sword Deity Hua Changdeng’s sword light penetrated Lingyu Mountain in the Northern Region, a demi-saint turned, startled, with saint’s will swept over...
A white-clothed canine figure suddenly sprang out from the ruins of Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe.
With one hand, he seized the Ghost Buddha that had vanished half a year ago, amidst the rain of cyan Dao chains shattered by huai branches, opening his mouth to reveal fangs.
"What the hell?"
No one even saw clearly what that figure specifically was; saliva from human-faced canine fangs was already dripping onto the bald and withered head of the Ghost Buddha.
