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I Am Loaded with Passive Skills (Web Novel) - Chapter 4030: Pinnacle
Chapter 4030: Pinnacle
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Blessings never come in pairs; misfortunes never come singly.The situation with Hua Changdeng isn’t over yet, and the scythe of the god of death that Xu Xiaoshou mentioned has yet to be thrown.
At the old site of Gui Zhe, Bei Huai suddenly barged in and bit the Ghost Buddha.
Though Cao Yihan promptly hammered away this mad dog,
Bazhun’an could see that the situation was clearly out of control, making things extremely tricky.
"The five regions, about to fall!"
That bite was aimed not just at Sleeveless’s bald head.
The Ghost Buddha was injured, and it was not a minor one, indicating the complete collapse of the "barrier" set up half a year ago.
All the time and space nodes that were sealed and hidden across the Shengshen Continent were uncovered.
Originally, the Third Ancestor from beyond the bounds had only two paths: forcefully crossing the old Stairway to Heaven site or climbing the Time Realm Rift.
With the barrier broken, they could enter any place in the Eastern Region, Western Region, Southern Region, Northern Region, or Central Region through various means, either overtly or covertly.
Whether defendable or not, all areas were now breachable.
If they really desired, they could directly appear in the City of the Dead Bodhisattva, enter the Cross Corner Street, and focus firepower on a single point.
Even a powerful divine like The Divine could not necessarily withstand the combined assault of the demon, medicine, and scourge of the Third Ancestor until rescue arrived.
At this moment, the only advantage that could be found from this out-of-control chess match for the Saint Servant was that the Third Ancestor wasn’t allied with a single mind; they were all harboring ulterior motives.
"Xu Xiaoshou, you’ll be busy."
With a sigh, Bazhun’an dared not ponder further.
That was a concern for later, a struggle between chess players, unrelated to him.
The pressing matter, the one thing and person he had to deal with urgently, wasn’t the Third Ancestor from beyond the bounds, wasn’t Bei Huai, nor anyone else, but... Hua Changdeng!
"Just a little more."
"Just a bit more!"
As the sword light approached, a violent figure reflected in his eyes, yet Bazhun’an remained motionless.
A Heart Lake of calm waves, hiding turbulent undercurrents unseen by anyone beneath.
...
"Die!"
Mystical radiance blossomed brilliantly in the Northern Region.
Dazzling Ancestral God divine light, however, diffused at the peak of Lingyu Mountain in the Central Region.
The sudden entrance of Bei Huai, with Kui Leihan’s deceitful hammer, shocked all outsiders, leaving them confused as to where the actual battlefield was.
But such fluctuations couldn’t shake Hua Changdeng’s determined intent the slightest!
He wielded the Ghost-hunting Sword, forcefully attacking with the Three Swords of the Sword Demon.
The sword pressed forward, voluntarily dropping from the Ancestral God Realm of the Holy Emperor in the Northern Region, reigniting raging flames in the Central Region.
The boundary fell.
Hua Changdeng’s combat strength didn’t drop; utilizing the power of the reincarnation of dead beings, it was pushed even higher.
It wasn’t over!
"Triluo Ghost Array..."
With the sword on his face, force reaching its limit.
In the final moment, the Sword Demon’s Three Swords transformed into patterns, imprinted onto the Ghost-hunting sword body, elevating this attacking path to a higher level.
"Spirit Crossing!"
The tearing sound exploded resoundingly in the high skies over Lingyu.
Numerous spectators, subdued earlier by Kui Leihan’s oppressive Penetrating Divine Senses, turned back in shock.
The two people in the battle didn’t fight evenly matched; it was entirely a one-sided crush.
With Bazhun’an’s exhausted spiritual will...
The burning Hua Changdeng...
This was truly differing like the light of a firefly, against the bright moonlight!
Crucially, after such an absolute attack confrontation, Bazhun’an was weakened to the point where he couldn’t even summon the Sword Sea of ten thousand swords or the 21 Famed Swords for a simple defense.
The Indestructible Sword Body shattered, scattering a myriad of swords across Lingyu, filling the mountains.
The spiritual will, like a candle flickering in the wind, was barely alive, as if even thinking and acting were difficult, much less fighting again?
"Sizzle..."
Under the gaze of countless eyes, the Ghost-hunting Sword, brandishing the branded Three Swords of the Sword Demon pattern, struck fiercely, piercing into Bazhun’an’s spiritual physique without any hindrance.
From the sword tip to the sword body, inch by inch sinking in.
Without skin pain, but the agony of piercing the soul, as the Ghost-hunting Sword slowly thrust deeper, cultivators across the five regions felt it.
"No resistance?"
"Bazhun’an is dazed?"
"Or has he completely abandoned struggle, with only spiritual will left, incapable of stirring up any waves?"
This was entirely contrary to the expected scene.
Earlier, with two profound sword mystiques unleashed, everyone had raised their expectations for the Eighth Sword Deity to the highest.
But now...
He stood unmoving, choosing to meet death?
"Boom!"
Hua Changdeng granted no opportunity.
The Ghost-hunting Sword pierced through Bazhun’an’s spiritual form, tearing across violently.
In an instant, the void oscillated with a rampant dark-green force wave, shattering all soul existence within the vicinity.
Bazhun’an...
His "body" annihilated, followed by the slaying of the "spirit"!
...
"Little brat..."
Under Fusang City, Yue Gongnu’s steps faltered, her thoughts a blank slate.
She could see clearly that Bazhun’an wasn’t unfocused or powerless, but that he chose not to defend.
Was he aiming to break down and then rebuild?
But after breaking all body, spirit, and will, can one truly rebuild?
Even if a risky reconstruction were possible, what about foundational roots, lifespan, and the future?
Even though sealing godhood and acknowledging ancestry in the end, earning victory in this battle, allowing his name to be written in history, celebrated by posterity.
"Win?"
What of winning, is winning that important?
Everyone awaited a battle result, yet Yue Gongnu never considered winning or losing.
What she wished to witness was a Bazhun’an, intact regardless of defeat or victory.
He could be embattled.
He could be covered in wounds.
He could be pierced by ten thousand swords, but not emerge with incurable injuries post-battle!
"Cannot be saved..."
Yet, the foresight of a former successor of the Holy Emperor let Yue Gongnu easily discern the injuries potentially repairable with the refining of the Di Ying Holy Plant.
Once the "spirit" was exorcised, recovery became impossible.
Even if "intent" were to be forsaken, even surviving, and securing the win in this battle...
