I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 3648: Chapter 1777: Name and Nian

At ease, the chicken strides confidently, while the ghost is filled with dread and fear.

The White-faced Ghost was stupified by the chicken, clutching its half-gone head, unable to stop retreating.

"How is it possible..."

It still refused to believe.

Because it wasn’t just the Space-Time Transition, the 3000 Sword Styles.

During the battle, it countered every move and even witnessed the Black Chicken’s Mo Sword Technique, Nine Swords Technique, Hidden Sword Technique, Heart Sword Technique, among other first level techniques.

All executed to perfection, seamlessly blending into ordinary strikes, undetectable unless one experienced and skilled in the Way of the Sword.

In the final beheading technique change, the Black Chicken executed another Phantom Swords Technique, slicing off a large part of its soul body.

"Whose form have you taken?"

The White-faced Ghost yelled harshly, a thought of retreat sprouting in its heart, unable to believe this was just a chicken.

Never should it have uttered such reckless words, provoking this carriage, indeed the ghost’s intuition was right, they were not to be trifled with.

"Cluck cluck... cluck..."

The Black Chicken did not respond with human words, only a low murmuring.

It held a sword in its beak, moving slowly sideways, full of oppressive aura, especially with those eyes emanating a cold glare.

Staring at the ghost, it chilled the ghost’s body.

Staring at people, it sent chills down their spines.

"What a strong chicken!"

"This sword technique... no, just the footwork alone, this chicken is terrifyingly strong!"

"What kind of people are in this carriage, to possess such a formidable Sword-Holding Chicken, a Holy Chicken?"

"I wish to raise one..."

"Hong, you’re alive!"

In the Golden Apricot arena, these discussions flashed by.

Indeed, Hong came back to life, revived from the depths of despair just now.

She returned to her role, eager to commentate.

But as she searched her mind, among the Higher Void Families across the five regions and the Apricot Realm, none matched the identity or strength of this carriage.

"Who are you!?"

In the battlefield, the White-faced Ghost was overwhelmed by the chicken’s stare.

But the chicken stopped attacking, just circling around it, and the ghost dared not advance, left only to shout.

Receiving no answer, it directed its gaze at the cassia carriage:

"Who exactly are you?"

Asking, and knowing, was merely a way to dispel its inner fear.

On the cassia carriage, Old Man Li acted indifferent, speaking to the carriage: "This ghost is quite powerful, able to withstand so many of the Sword Princess’s swords?"

"Indeed." The young master inside the carriage acknowledged the White-faced Ghost’s strength, or rather more than just strength:

"To match the Black Chicken, withstanding Seventy-one Swords, this ghost’s battle consciousness is at least at the third realm."

"Able to speak, capable of thought, cognizant of fear, this ghost’s humanity is high, or its spiritual intelligence rivals that of an ordinary human."

"Yet it’s this strong consciousness paired with a weak physique, considering its soul body itself, a rather low-level waste ghost, truly strange..."

Among the million spectators in the Golden Beads domain, the clever ones noticed something, and Hong was visibly shocked:

"Again?"

"Did Hong hear wrong just now, did he say ’again’?"

The White-faced Ghost’s face twitched violently, as if it were falling off, then Old Man Li interjected:

"Yes, young master, it’s different from the fifty-six we’ve previously slain, this one still has a rather complete physique."

Once these words were uttered, it caused an uproar both within and outside the battlefield:

"Slain?"

"They’ve slain such ghosts before, fifty-six, are they joking?"

"No, if they have such strength, why were they pretending, did they intentionally not save Hong to attract her attention?"

Hong, upon seeing this comment, took a deep breath, her chest slightly heaving.

Could it really be so?

She quickly shook her head, denying an overly favorable self-image.

Just based on this near-Sacred Secret Land Black Chicken, there were few factions in the world capable of raising one.

"Indeed, there are certainly few people..."

Hong’s mind was racing, feeling the scope of possibilities was small, but it was as if her thoughts were tethered, unable to pierce through the layer of paper masking the truth.

"Fifty-six..." The White-faced Ghost’s face was stern, its brows furrowed, muttering silently.

"Sizzle..." It soon burst out in a bitter laugh, suddenly raising its head, a gleam of sharp light cut through its bloodied eye:

"Want to kill me? Impossible!"

The White-faced Ghost had a very strong will to survive, disregarding the Black Chicken’s presence, drawing its sword, and swung backward.

"Time-space..."

Clang!

Before the sword could be swung, the Black Chicken appeared out of nowhere, delivering a forceful horizontal slash, severing the White-faced Ghost’s escape techniques.

The White-faced Ghost turned pale, immediately changing its move.

After Unloading Path, it then gathered Dao, slashing with Dao Penetration, the pale blue light blossoming at close range.

Yet before the sword light could form, the Sword-Holding Chicken skillfully countered with Borrowing Power, releasing force with Shock Path.

"Boom!"

The White-faced Ghost stomped heavily, creating a deep pit on the ground, its stance slightly distorted.

The Black Chicken seized this opportunity, attacking ferociously, its head almost creating afterimages.

"Clang clang clang... clang clang clang..."

The sound of clashing metal resounded, this time the White-faced Ghost parried only thirty-two swords before, with a tearing noise, its left shoulder was sliced off by the Sword-Holding Chicken.

"Ah——"

With a wretched scream, it left itself wide open.

The Sword-Holding Chicken borrowed power to exert force, its claw stepping onto the White-faced Ghost’s chest, pushing it back, striking from a distance with a Point of Path.

Bang!

A bloody hole burst open in the White-faced Ghost’s chest.

It pursed its lips, stifled a grunt, dared not utter a word—because the Sword-Holding Chicken’s attack could come any moment, silence was mandatory.

It steadied itself, no longer daring to flee, hoping only to parry the Sword-Holding Chicken’s next wave of relentless assault.

But the chicken, halted its offensive.

Sidestepping, with eyes narrowed, it slowly paced...

"Crack!"

Sweat mixed with blood dripped all over the White-faced Ghost’s body, its teeth gritting until they shattered, feeling utterly humiliated by a chicken.

Among a hundred thousand spectators in the Golden Apricot domain, it stirred an uproar:

"So strong, knowing it was strong, but not expecting it to be this strong!"