Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2073 Chapter 987: The Might of the God-slaying

The black boar demon thrashed wildly in desperation, its demonic energy surging erratically and sending dirt and rocks scattering everywhere.

Yet this swampy hole plunged deep into the earth, surrounded by an intricate array that was masterfully designed.

It looked like the beast wouldn't manage to escape for at least twenty or thirty breaths.

In a frantic pursuit where survival hung by a thread, that span of time could seal one's fate and give Mo Hua plenty of room to get away.

Xun Ziyou exhaled steadily, giving a satisfied nod to himself.

Mo Hua's mastery over formations was sharpening to a remarkable degree.

He wasn't just leaning on raw array strength; instead, he drew forth the Eight Trigrams' essence through them, reshaping the landscape to ensnare this third-grade demon beast and carve out an opening for flight.

All this planning in mere moments, carried out flawlessly.

The boy's aptitude and grasp of arrays bordered on the supernatural.

Little surprise that folks outside called him the "little monster of the Taixu Gate."

"Now, he won't require backup from others; his own skills should let him slip away from this third-grade pig monster..."

Xun Ziyou sensed a wave of relief, though moments later, he noticed Mo Hua had pinned the pig demon with the formation but stayed put, instead touching his brow with a finger.

Xun Ziyou jolted in surprise, his brow furrowing deeply.

What was the meaning behind that?

What on earth was this youngster up to?

Get moving and flee!

The pig demon was on the verge of bursting out of the muddy trap soon.

Every second counted. With such a prime chance to bolt, why was he holding that pose, and what madness gripped his mind?

Xun Ziyou's frown deepened as he watched Mo Hua intently for several beats, then a sudden chill gripped his chest with a wild suspicion:

Could this kid possibly be planning to... take down this pig demon?

No way...

He's merely at Foundation Establishment, aiming to solo a third-grade Golden Core Realm monster beast?!

Is he... out of his mind?!

What bold nerve drove him to this?!

Even with the Taixu Gate ancestors' favor, even if their ancestral graves blazed up in flames billowing dark plumes, it wouldn't shield him from throwing his life away like this!

Xun Ziyou's pulse raced anxiously, icy sweat beading across his skin.

At the same time, the third-grade black boar demon's front legs had clawed their way out of the muck, scraping toward the bank.

A hideous, massive swine head thrust up from the bog.

Xun Ziyou's heart hammered with dread, and he wasted no more time, quietly channeling his sword art while unsheathing his prized blade.

But right then, an odd Sword Intent swept in, causing Xun Ziyou's heart to lurch as he whipped around in disbelief.

Deep in the woods, the mighty pig demon was wrenching itself free from the sludge.

The frail Mo Hua faced off against the beast.

His finger rested on his forehead.

He appeared utterly commonplace, yet in an instant, a staggering Sword Intent, way beyond Foundation Establishment, erupted from his slim frame.

With the Divine Thought's rush, it stirred a raging tempest of Sword Intent.

As the Sword Intent swelled, Mo Hua's gaze blazed brighter and brighter.

Pure golden radiance, honed to razor perfection, shimmered with sword's luster, utterly piercing.

And from his fingertip, a thread of Spiritual Power swirled, aimed at his brow, bridging the veil between real and unreal, gradually extracting the mighty Tai Xu Sword Intent.

The breathtaking splendor started to unveil itself before all...

Feeling this timeless and deep Sword Intent, Xun Ziyou's jaw went slack, his breathing halted and his heart froze.

As though detecting the danger, the pig demon's bellows turned sharper and more frantic.

Its Blood Qi surged to full boil, its Monster Qi thick as pitch, demonic force roiling as it vaulted out with savage power, shattering the mud's hold.

Then, ignoring all else, it barreled straight at Mo Hua, intent on crushing this budding menace and gulping him down.

In that instant, Mo Hua's eyes narrowed sharply, his finger thrust forward, summoning a subtle sword gleam.

This gleam shone with blinding intensity.

It took form from Divine Thought alone.

What's more, it carried the core of a god's power, rising above any typical cultivator's Divine Sense.

Even Xun Ziyou, at late Golden Core, caught only a blurred sword silhouette, with fleeting threads of golden, crystalline Sword Intent glinting within.

The black boar demon lunged with feral fury, whipping up a shadowy gale toward Mo Hua.

Mo Hua's stare turned frigid, his finger extended.

The Tai Xu God-Slaying Sword emerged.

The enormous sword shadow streaked forth, striking instantly and boring straight into the pig demon's enormous, bell-sized eyes.

The eyes served as gateways to Divine Sense.

The potent Sword Intent cleaved through this fleshy portal, slicing right into the pig demon's Monster Sensing.

Like forged metal slicing soft earth.

Ear-splitting, agonized shrieks, sharp beyond endurance, rang out across the whole mountain.

And then, the wails cut off sharply.

No one could tell what transpired inside the pig demon's Sea of Consciousness.

As if the King of Hell had summoned its soul, the Impermanence claiming its end.

The black boar demon's life force snuffed out in a flash.

Its fierce, bell-like eyes dimmed in mere breaths, turning utterly vacant.

Its form, stripped of spirit, slumped into a heaving pile of meat, legs splayed as momentum slid it toward Mo Hua.

The ground array flared to life, stone thorns erupting like lances to block the black boar demon's bulk.

The stone thorns cracked apart sequentially, the black boar demon's rush decelerating until it halted right before Mo Hua.

Its gaze stayed fixed on Mo Hua.

But its Monster Sensing lay in ruins, devoid of any spark of life.

Mo Hua remained rooted calmly, his slight build looming like an unyielding peak.

As for the black boar demon, its legs and head sprawled across the dirt, gore and viscera smeared, its hulking frame now bowed in defeat.

A heavy quiet blanketed the area.

From afar in the trees.

Xun Ziyou froze mid-draw of his sword, rigid as a statue, while turmoil churned wildly inside him.