I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 3646: Chapter 1776: Sword Princess_2

The White-faced Ghost spoke, lifting his sword and advancing, his tall and thin frame exuding an intense sense of oppression, taking just a few steps to reach the front of the carriage.

Suddenly, a chill ran through his body and mind, and the White-faced Ghost abruptly stopped.

He didn’t know what this feeling was, but the last time this "intuition" appeared, he decided to let the two people go...

Could it be that this master and servant pair are truly powerful because of their arrogance?

Thinking of this, the White-faced Ghost still decided to give himself a way out:

"Who on earth are you?"

With these words, millions of Golden Apricot people were shocked.

This ghost got scared!

What exactly did he sense, after slaying Uncle Jin and Elder Fu, to not kill that weak old man and sickly young master, but instead ask for their names?

— If it were truly such a polite ghost, he would have asked earlier!

The White-faced Ghost believed he was giving himself an out, but Old Man Li didn’t play by normal rules, instead shouting even louder:

"Insolent!"

"My young master bears Heavenly Destiny, aids the world, with limitless fortune and immeasurable merit. You vile ghost, you dare not know?"

Old Man Li, furious, pointed at the ghostly path with a flushed face: "Even adding the punishment of tongue-cutting and ear-severing isn’t enough!"

The last trace of the White-faced Ghost’s reason completely collapsed.

His most hated thing was being pointed at, let alone by such a sick old man.

"In that case..."

The blade turned over, its reflection icy cold.

The White-faced Ghost grinned menacingly: "Then go die!"

Clang—

The Sword Will soared to the sky.

Hong, regaining her senses, hurriedly pointed the golden beads towards the battlefield.

But when the White-faced Ghost’s sword swung, the ethereal blue sword light pierced space and tore towards that cassia carriage from afar.

"Sizzle..."

What happened next was unexpected.

Even without anyone’s intervention, the sword light dissipated like smoke in midair.

"What?"

Hong was half surprised, half pleased.

Surprised that she obviously couldn’t see who acted, and a glance at the Golden Apricot comments showed no one knew either.

Keep in mind, among the spectators in the Golden Apricot’s frame, there seemed to be a demi-saint?

The joy was simpler.

There was indeed a master on this carriage, or one so skilled even a demi-saint couldn’t understand!

The people outside the battlefield were bewildered, and the White-faced Ghost in the midst of it was even more shocked.

He couldn’t even comprehend what had just happened.

After the sword light got near the carriage, it was like a small stream merging into the sea... torn? No, simply absorbed.

"It shouldn’t be..."

The White-faced Ghost felt something off, wanting to wield his sword again, only to find he couldn’t move.

Because in front of the carriage, Old Man Li spoke again:

"Young Master, Old Man Li understands now!"

The old man flushed, seemingly realizing a huge mistake, slapped himself hard, "Such a trivial ghost isn’t worthy of making the Young Master lift a hand, it’s too dirty a hand."

"Heh." A cold laugh came from inside the carriage.

Old Man Li wiped his sweat, his face filled with flattery.

Over a million from Golden Apricot watched with anticipation as the old man respectfully bowed, awkwardly saying:

"If the Young Master does not wish to act, perhaps the Sword Princess can be dispatched."

...

Sword Princess?

Even Hong’s curiosity was piqued.

This so-called "Sword Princess," just how powerful must she be to silently dissolve the White-faced Ghost’s deadly strike?

And exactly how much confidence must they have in this "Sword Princess" to allow this weak old man and sickly young master to talk and laugh so carefree in front of the White-faced Ghost?

Hong zoomed in the view of the Golden Apricot, capturing the entire cassia carriage, afraid to miss even a single detail.

The Golden Apricot comment section was a little bustling:

"Sword Princess?"

"Sounds like a woman?"

"Could she be an ancient swordsman, or a matured female ancient swordsman? Heavens, I love those the most..."

The White-faced Ghost swallowed heavily, his face very pale, able to move now.

At this point, he realized things were bad.

"Not only have I fallen into the trap, but there’s also a master!"

Yet his back was prickling, who would dare turn their back on a huge enemy, only to attack now, that would surely lead to failure?

"Sword Princess..."

Holding the sword tightly, solemnly ready.

But after a slight tremor of the cassia carriage, the curtain seemed to be propped open from below by something.

Hong hurriedly held the Golden Apricot, focusing on the details.

"It’s a sword!"

"What kind of sword is this, a spiritual sword?"

"No, it seems to be just a regular stone sword... Heavens! Is she planning to use a stone sword against the White-faced Ghost? How strong must this Sword Princess be?"

The Golden Apricot again stirred up a clamor.

Just the stone sword tip stuck out, slightly lifting the curtain.

Everyone seemed to see behind the curtain, a cold, dazzling beauty in a cheongsam stepping out, chest proud, wielding the sword that beheaded the White-faced Ghost in an astonishing scene.

This, is the Sword Princess!

Hong was aghast, viewers had already surged from a million to 1.3 million and was still climbing.

She had been transmitting the Path for so long, yet never saw this level of enthusiasm.

If it climbs further, wouldn’t it slightly compete with Emperor Zhongzui?𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

"Please, Sword Princess—"

After Old Man Li’s sharp shout, the carriage curtain was flung open, revealing a dark figure.

The White-faced Ghost’s pupils shook.

Hong was also wide-eyed.

The Golden Apricot comment section seemed to have hit the pause button, for a moment, no one could make a comment out of shock.

Sword Princess, Sword Princess...

But see the princess figure, also hear the princess’s cry:

"Cluck cluck cluck—"

...

"What the hell!"

"Sword Princess? Sword Chicken!"

"So Old Man Li had been referring to this ’chicken’ all along?"

"No way, what is this deathbed drama, this carriage master and servant are mad, really laying life and death aside, planning to use this chicken against the White-faced Ghost?"

"I’m numb!"

Half the comments scrolled past Hong’s eyes.

This even affected her vision.

Yet there was one thing that couldn’t be affected, and that was "mood"—a mood shattered to smithereens!

The one who lifted the curtain on the cassia carriage was never a cold-eyed beauty of fantasy, nor a master, nor a master.