Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2174 Chapter 1019: I'm Done Playing_3

"On the verge of death..."

"Wonder who will ultimately slay this kid?"

Not only the spectators were speculating.

Certain sect geniuses gripping their "Tumo Orders" felt a mix of thrill and disappointment deep inside.

Thrilled that Mo Hua was on the brink of being eliminated.

Disappointed because it wasn't their doing.

In the midst of the crowd's eager waiting.

Mo Hua sensed the perfect moment, tapped his forehead, broke his own Dao Discussion Jade, and with a burst of azure glow... disappeared.

He chose to stop the fight.

He stepped away from the arena...

Witnessing Mo Hua's spiritual power drained dry, the Heavenly Sword Sect cultivator lifting the Sky Star Sword to deliver a fatal blow stood there in complete shock.

The rest of the Heavenly Sword Sect members were somewhat taken aback too.

Even Xiao Wuchen's face stiffened briefly.

Beyond the Taoist Field, the cultivators who had been grinning with high hopes now all turned rigid, frozen like statues in utter disbelief.

It took a long moment before someone muttered in disbelief:

"Earlier... did that kid..."

"Break his own Dao Discussion Jade?"

"Does that mean he got killed?"

"He ended himself—how could that count as getting killed?" "Hiss---"

Gasps of shock echoed through the air one by one.

At the same time, a nameless rage ignited in everyone's chests, impossible to suppress.

"Is this actually happening?"

"I'm utterly... floored by this sneaky kid..."

"Why can't he just perish decently for once?"

"I can't take it anymore, my head's boiling over..."

Taixu Gate faced near-certain loss, and Mo Hua seemed doomed to fall.

The much-awaited peak moment was right on the horizon.

Yet this kid brazenly smashed his own Dao Discussion Jade and bailed out voluntarily.

He couldn't even manage to get "slain" in a fitting way.

The furious crowd yelled out:

"I've never witnessed such a shameless act!"

"Smashing his own Dao Discussion Jade—he'd stoop that low?"

"This is a sword discussion, not a real deathmatch; with Dao Mountain's grand formation shielding everyone, can't he battle till the end?"

"Cowards are even worse than the defeated!"

"If he had any shred of honor, he wouldn't pull this stunt—it's downright disgraceful just to consider!"

"He's a Taixu Gate genius and the Qianxue Formation Path Leader's disciple—how will his fellow disciples view him? What about the elders? The Sect Leader? The ancestors?"

"Shouldn't he be drowning in shame?"

"In all of Taixu Gate, no, across the whole Qianxue state boundary, does he respect no one?"

The masses brimmed with outrage, launching a torrent of insults at Mo Hua.

From the throng, Gu Changhuai let out a quiet sigh, reflecting that Mo Hua—that cunning youth—truly knew how to cleverly provoke others into near-madness from an unexpected direction...

Naturally, Mo Hua had no clue about any of this.

For him, destroying his own Dao Discussion Jade was simply no issue.

Besides, he preferred to hold "life and death" firmly in his grasp.

Even in defeat, he aimed to leave on his own accord.

Allowing another to slash him with a blade always seemed a touch risky to his mind.

What if Dao Mountain's fifth-grade grand formation glitches—wouldn't that blade claim his life for real?

Granted, it's a fifth-grade formation, a massive one at that, so failure odds are tiny, practically nonexistent.

But as a Formation Master, Mo Hua only trusted his own arrays fully.

No matter how mighty someone else's formations appeared, they remained someone else's; he never truly relied on them in his core.

He avoided blind worship or blind faith.

This was the rigorous self-control of a top-notch Formation Master.

Thus, opting to shatter his own Dao Discussion Jade proved far safer than getting "killed" by an opponent.

As for others' views or even the sect's judgment, Mo Hua dismissed them entirely.

Generally speaking, the formation's safeguard meant no true death in the sword discussion event, so most participants expected to:

"Battle until the finish."

Plus, with countless sect elders, seniors, and peers observing.

If you pushed hard with bravery, even losing brought no backlash.

But shattering your own Dao Discussion Jade to flee mid-fight? That spelled major trouble.

A genius lacking guts would earn scorn from peers and rejection from elders and sect leaders.

Yet such typical judgments meant nothing to Mo Hua.

His circumstances were exceptionally distinct.

Among Taixu Gate's peers, he commanded substantial "prestige," no matter his actions; to his fellow disciples, he was a "worthy and extraordinary" junior brother.

Taixu Gate's elders frequently weighed Mo Hua's feelings in their decisions, just to please him.

The Taixu Gate Sect Leader showed Mo Hua extreme tolerance, seeing him as a "beloved child."

The Taixu Gate ancestors showered Mo Hua with affection, viewing him as a "direct grandson."

No one throughout Taixu Gate could rein in Mo Hua.

Breaking a Dao Discussion Jade was trivial; it wasn't as if he'd demolished Taixu Mountain's entrance—hardly a catastrophe.

And just like that, the sword discussion wrapped up.

Though Mo Hua fell short, it only fueled greater ire.

The spectators nursed deep frustration, hurling curses and oaths, yearning to haul Mo Hua out for a thrashing.

However, not all harbored anger toward Mo Hua.

Scattered in the crowd were those who truly rooted for Mo Hua, yearning for his triumph.

Zhang Lan, seated behind the Chief Elder, kept a blank expression but inwardly heaved a heavy sigh, gripped by profound regret:

"In the end, he still lost..."

He had hoped to witness Mo Hua unveiling some of his skills, proving his mettle once more at the sword discussion gathering.

Now, it appeared his hopes were overly simplistic.

The Qianxue Sword Discussion Conference stood as Qian State's premier spectacle, with prodigies outshining one another—truly, stronger peaks loomed beyond each summit...

Even Mo Hua had to suffer defeat.

Zhang Lan let out a sigh.

Meanwhile, atop the Shangguan family's observation stand.

The once-eager Yu Er now displayed a hint of disappointment on her young face,

murmuring:

"Brother Mo lost..."

Wenren Wan's eyes softened with a touch of gloom, yet she managed a smile while stroking Yu Er's head:

"Wins and losses are part of the warrior's way; even your Brother Mo can't claim victory every round..."

Yu Er nodded, though a trace of sulkiness lingered. Wenren Wan smiled and comforted her: "Dropping one bout changes nothing; plenty more await, and Brother Mo will reclaim his wins step by step..."

At these words, Yu Er's gaze sparkled with renewed hope, nodding earnestly:

"Mm!"

Wenren Wan softly caressed Yu Er's little cheek, her look full of warmth.

Yet a subtle veil of concern clouded her forehead.

She clearly perceived the vast chasm between Taixu Gate and Heavenly Sword Sect.

Xiao Wuchen's power was overwhelmingly formidable.

And Heavenly Sword Sect was merely one among the Four Great Sects.

At least three more talents matching Xiao Wuchen's level lurked within Heavenly Sword Sect alone.

The battles ahead would grow ever more perilous. Aiming to prevail over such elite geniuses and rack up points versus the Four Great Sects was indeed... like ascending to the heavens.

Wenren Wan couldn't suppress a sigh.

Two days passed, and in the subsequent Earth-level Sword Discussion, Mo Hua's fortune remained equally poor.

He faced off against Ao Zhan, Longding Sect's premier disciple from the Four Great Sects, another pinnacle genius in the Qianxue Sword Discussion.

The Ao clan's forebears carried Karma Dragon bloodline.

In his cohort, Ao Zhan shone as the most talented, his heritage nearest to the ancestors'.

He had honed his Dragon Cauldron Body Refining Skill to an impressive peak.

Boasting an immortal frame forged in Dragon Blood, Ao Zhan of Longding Sect rivaled the elite genius Xiao Wuchen of Heavenly Sword Sect.

In this sword discussion bout, Mo Hua fell once more.