I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 3989 - 1902: Rampage_3
Chapter 3989: Chapter 1902: Rampage_3
“But within the realm of the divine palace, the Lord of the Divine Court bestows upon his underlings the combat power of a Holy Emperor for a short period of time, even up to possessing the combat power of a tenth realm Holy Emperor with ultimate and high-quality power of the ancestral source…”
Yue Gongnu took a deep breath: “It is not ’difficult’, but ’effortless’!”
“Cluck cluck!”
The Black Chicken jumped out, spread its wings, and protected Little Yu beneath it.
It pecked forward twice, its cross-eyed gaze spirited, as if saying, don’t be afraid, the chicken is here, the chicken will protect you.
Yu Zhiwen grabbed the Black Chicken and held it in her arms, her palms icy cold.
She could understand, truly understand.
Indeed, having the combat power of a Holy Emperor under the seat of the Ancestral God was a very normal thing.
What she thought of was just…
Grandpa Yu, back then, also fought against these monsters together, and in the end, was it still a failure?
Hatred, never disappeared, just suppressed.
Yu Zhiwen thought so, her body trembling slightly, her hands unconsciously exerting force.
On her ice-cold skin as snow, exquisite scales appeared unconsciously, she almost crushed the Black Chicken in her arms.
Yue Gongnu and Li Fuyu simultaneously sensed something unusual and realized something, their lips just about to move.
“Cluck.”
The Black Chicken called out, stretched its wing, and gently patted Little Yu’s head.
Yu Zhiwen awoke with a start, hurriedly loosening her grip: “Sorry, I…”
She choked up, unable to speak further.
A light sound came to her ears, no longer the absurd and comical chicken call, but Xu Xiaoshou’s warm and firm voice:
’Don’t worry, as for that Hua, I couldn’t find even half a reason for him to survive.’
“He is doomed to die.”
…
Charge! Charge! Charge! Charge…
Beam after beam of blinding black light shot into the sky.
The fleshy walls of Yin Cao were endless evil ghosts, after exploding, all the aura of the god of death converged toward the many generals in front of the judge.
In just an instant, these monsters completed their transformation, their forms increased more than tenfold.
The Ten Lords of Yama, black armored radiance.
Black and white twin demons, scythe splitting light.
The Eight Great Warriors, even more, muscular and mighty to the terrifying degree of Dao Breaking and Method Breaking in their steps.
A total of twenty great generals, in the main arena of the divine palace’s Yin Cao, were not ordinary.
At this moment, even more, they were amplified by the vast aura of the god of death to an indescribable extent.
“Ultimate~”
The Judge of Death, so fat he could drip oil, kicked open the Meng Po grandma who crawled out of the coffin, turned the large bloody brush in his hand, smilingly looking over with a sly tone:
“Your name, Bazhun’an?”
Bazhun’an spread twelve blood wings, the Buddha Sword Furious Immortal in hand, yet at this time, he didn’t even glance at the fat-headed, big-eared monster.
He frowned in contemplation.
Below, the black sea of mist, with the recent great buddha chop, settled into a liquid sea, remarkable.
After brief consideration.
Bazhun’an reversed the Buddha Sword in his hand, pressing downward.
Behind him, the glaring golden Vajra likewise acted, a massive golden great sword plunged into the black sea of death force.
“Chi chi chi~”
The purifying effect of the Buddha Sword, the effect of Abandonment of Heavenly Abandon, acting simultaneously.
The black sea boiled as if it were being boiled, bubbling, gradually evaporating.
“Swish!”
As the purification and abandonment began, the boundless sea wriggled as if gaining spiritual quality, entirely shrinking into the underground of Yin Cao, flowing toward nowhere.
Bazhun’an’s eyes flashed with a thoughtful expression.
He smiled lightly, shook his head, and paid no further mind.
On the coffin, the fat-headed, big-eared monster exploded, stomped in agitation, killing intent soaring.
Twenty high-level Holy Emperors, mere mortals, what do they use to oppose, yet he dares ignore me?
“Bazhun’an!”
The Judge of Death brandished the blood brush forward, screaming sharply: “Don’t blame me for not giving you a chance, kneel now, follow me into the capital, see the High Lord, I can spare your measly life!”
The voice waved like a tide, sweeping through Yin Cao.
The cultivators within the Ghost Buddha Realm swallowed unconsciously.
On one hand, they had never seen a more arrogant existence than the legendary “Eighth Sword Deity.”
On the other hand, they had never seen “twenty Holy Emperors”, just this number alone, who wouldn’t be arrogant?
If it were me, I would dare to be arrogant!
I am more arrogant than that chunk of fatty meat!
Bazhun’an flicked a finger, the Buddha Sword Furious Immortal turned into golden light, reluctantly shooting into space, returning to the distance.
He finally lifted his head, looking toward the twenty great generals of Phantom City bathed in black beams.
“Holy Emperors…”
Just like twenty mad dogs leashed by black iron chains.
Anyone could see, with one command from the Judge of Death, the forces would all emerge at once.
Bazhun’an looked them over one by one, the corners of his mouth tilting upwards, nodding slightly.
Thud!
The fat-headed, big-eared judge’s eyebrows raised high, agitation grew, feeling insulted.
Is this approval?
Who needs your “approval”?!
Yet the judge didn’t act impulsively. This human had some substance, the twelve blood-colored sword wings behind him weren’t without the combat power of a Holy Emperor…
Just as he thought of this, Bazhun’an’s sword wings retracted, instantly drawn into his body.
He returned to the state of a calm mortal.
Sleeved both hands behind his waist, stepping forward, his white clothes undulating slightly, crossing five cities again.
By this point, he had walked from the southernmost part of Yin Cao to the very middle, facing the Judge of Death and the twenty leashed mad dogs.
“Bazhun’an!”
The Judge of Death shouted hoarsely, a clear stance to start a fight without a word of disagreement, “Speak!”
Who wouldn’t bluff?
It didn’t believe the opposite wouldn’t be afraid.
It wanted this human to kneel in front of itself, to wash away the disgrace of having half its head exploded earlier.
Only after this, would it have the twenty Holy Emperors under its command tear this damned guy to pieces!
But…
It seemed things would not go as wished.
Bazhun’an stood in the air, his hands behind his back, his voice serene, calm as if stating an undeniable truth and rationale:
“Then I’ll give you an opportunity too…”
“Those who worship me shall live, those who defy me shall die.”
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