Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2184 Chapter 1022: One Sword from Heaven_3

Mo Hua extended his palm once more and struck the city wall just as he had done previously.

A burst of radiance suddenly flickered across the city wall.

Xiao Ruohan together with the rest of the Heavenly Sword Sect disciples, after steadying their breaths, turned their eyes toward the damaged city gate. Right before excitement could set in, a gentle luminescence began to ascend.

This glow shifted away from gold, taking on a tone of earthy stone instead.

Gen Mountain Earth Stone Formation.

It represented a Second Grade Nineteen Patterns High-Rank Formation, blending the Eight Trigrams and Gen Mountain alongside the Five Elements of Earth and Wood.

Distinct in some ways from the Gold Stone Formation.

The Gold Stone Formation emphasized pure defense, rendering the city "as solid as gold and soup."

In contrast, this Gen Mountain Earth Stone Formation offered marginally less protection but could also "repair city walls."

Mo Hua had foreseen that the walls would shatter at this point, so he prepared ahead by deploying formations to mend the city gate.

As the radiance spread out.

Grey array lines swiftly spread across the whole gate.

These lines transformed spiritual power into the earth and stone essence from the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams, rapidly fixing the city wall.

The fissure on the city gate, carved by Xiao Ruohan's full-force sword qi and the Heavenly Sword Sect disciples' desperate efforts to cleave it open,

got sealed up in mere moments.

Right away, the city gate stood whole and unbroken once more.

All at once, silence enveloped the area.

The earth and stone from the Gen Mountain Formation closed the breach in the city gate.

It appeared to likewise close the mouths of the observing cultivators.

Even further, it seemed to close off the spirits of the Heavenly Sword Sect disciples.

This moment brought them true "despair."

Not only them, but the spectator areas fell quiet too.

The onlookers shared in the despair felt by the Heavenly Sword Sect disciples.

A battle with five attackers against a high-rank formation defense.

One formation, they could handle.

Two formations, they might manage.

Yet this third one felt outright unfair.

How could anyone fight under these conditions?

How was it possible to continue like this?

Even looking back eight hundred years, no team in the Sword Discussion Conference ever faced three Second Grade Nineteen Patterns top-tier high-rank formations to claim victory.

"This is cheating!"

"This is shameless!"

"This is sword discussion! Not a formation contest! Taixu Gate's win is dishonorable!"

Yet regardless of the complaints, few contested the current outcome.

Heavenly Sword Sect had four members remaining.

Taixu Gate had three left.

Heavenly Sword Sect possessed the upper hand.

Still, confronting this freshly restored, nearly "pristine" city gate bolstered by a high-rank formation, even if Taixu Gate had no one remaining, breaking through would prove impossible now.

No hope remained.

On top of that, time was nearly up.

The Heavenly Sword Sect disciples experienced profound dejection and helplessness, ultimately delivering just a few token sword strikes.

The sword qi hit the city gate, disappearing like stones dropped into the ocean.

A heavier feeling of constriction and suffocation gripped them.

After a quarter of an hour passed like this, the Debating Bell finally sounded.

The sword discussion came to an end.

Heavenly Sword Sect fell, Taixu Gate triumphed.

"We won!"

Beyond the Sword Discussion arena.

Yu Er beamed with real joy, clapping her hands and cheering gleefully: "Brother Mo won!"

Wenren Wan smiled toward Yu Er, softly replying: "We won!"

The Taixu Gate members at last eased their tense hearts.

Both disciples and elders wore grins on their faces.

Taixu Gate disciples called out together: "Junior Brother is wise and mighty!"

This marked the initial round of sword discussion for Taixu Gate.

Victory came almost solely from Mo Hua's "formation drawing."

Upon Taia Mountain and Mount Chongxu, various elders who once held biases against Mo Hua now began to reflect inwardly.

Had they been insufficiently kind to Mo Hua earlier?

Were their smiles lacking in warmth?

Should their tones carry more friendliness?

Over at the Feng family stand.

Zhang Lan let out a gradual breath, sighing deep within.

This young one, Mo Hua, always proved so full of surprises.

In scenarios that looked utterly hopeless, he somehow turned things around to secure a win...

"Should have expected it from Mo Hua..."

Seated ahead of Zhang Lan, Great Elder Zhang's eyes narrowed sharply in that instant, struggling to believe what unfolded.

"He's merely at late-stage Foundation Establishment, yet he inscribed three second-grade nineteen-pattern high-rank formations?"

"Could this be... the Qianxue Formation Path Leader?"

"On top of that, this Formation Leader excels in stealth and evasion arts too..."

"A... Formation Master who simply won't perish?"

"This youth is bound for remarkable accomplishments ahead."

"I must seek a chance to connect with him." Great Elder Zhang furrowed his brow: "But with his exceptional gifts and elevated position, he may not deign to meet someone like me, the Great Elder of a mere fourth-grade family..."

"Perhaps a influential figure could assist in making the introduction..."

Outside the sword discussion arena, most cultivators lingered in stunned quiet at this juncture.

Then, sighs emerged one by one:

"Taixu Gate truly... won?"

The sequence of events defied all predictions.

A match presumed to be a certain victory without twists, full of dramatic shifts, saw the Taixu Gate—anticipated to lose decisively—actually... prevail?

It stretched belief.

"The key was that formation; it felt way too biased..."

"Three back-to-back second-grade nineteen-pattern high-rank formations... I've never witnessed such a brazen 'sword discussion'."

"Relying on formation might, does this qualify as 'sword discussion' anymore?"

"Qualify or not, the victor stands as the stronger side."

"If you've got the skill, why not sketch a high-rank formation right there?"

"That's mere wordplay..."

"How is that wordplay?"

"In this era, it's all about well-rounded growth. A Formation Master unable to engage in sword discussion isn't a proper Spiritual Cultivator..."

"Regardless, this fellow's abilities—in spells, stealth, evasion arts, or formations—all prove quite aggravating..."

"As the proverb goes, the script reflects the writer; maybe spells and formations follow suit." "Heavenly Sword Sect truly suffered an unjust defeat here..."

"Watching those formations keep manifesting on the city gate, I grew irritated on Xiao Ruohan's behalf."

Indeed, frustration churned within Xiao Ruohan.

For the first time at the Sword Discussion Conference, he met high-rank formations, and three in succession no less.

Without them, defeat would never have come.

In that regard, he became the inaugural "victim" of Mo Hua's formation-based sword discussion.

His spirit mirrored that impenetrable gate.

And upon spotting Mo Hua in the background, his gaze locked onto Mo Hua, as though burning the image into his memory eternally.

Yet as a Heavenly Sword Sect prodigy, pride defined him, so he issued no threats. He merely shot Mo Hua a glance before departing.

Mo Hua felt a touch confused, murmuring to himself:

"Why do so many folks enjoy staring at me?"

"Am I that handsome?"

Situ Nan, observing Mo Hua's clueless expression, let out a resigned sigh.

He sensed that following this clash, his Junior Brother's "sword discussion foes" would soon extend to the "Four Great Sects"...

Typically, Four Great Sects disciples carry greater arrogance; they scorn associating with Eight Great Gates disciples.

Yet evidently, animosity toward one individual shattered that divide.

As dusk settled, inside the Tumo Order.

An unnamed cultivator discreetly entered the Demon Slaying Alliance.

His handle was "Unbearable Cold at Great Altitudes."

But with cultivators flooding in steadily, nobody took particular notice then.

In the Tumo Order, members hotly debated Mo Hua's "offenses":

"His spells being underhanded is one matter, alright; his stealth being underhanded, that's tolerable; even his evasion skills being underhanded, we'll overlook it..."

"But he exploited rules by inscribing formations during the Sword Discussion Conference!"

"And high-rank ones at that!"

"Utterly vile and shameless!"

"Worse, he wielded formations in an even more devious fashion, obviously aiming to mock opponents, unveiling one after another to let them taste despair, then glimpse hope, only to crush it and plunge them into worse despair..."

"Just picturing it makes my blood boil..."

"His intentions are far too vicious..."

"Even Demon Path methods pale in comparison."

"Excessively sinister..."

"Absolutely ignoble..."

"Unbearable Cold at Great Altitudes," who had observed quietly, whispered, "Indeed."

Anonymous: "I maintain, anyone who openly slays Mo Hua at the Sword Discussion Conference, I'll call him big brother right away!" Big Fool: "Alright."

Purple Mist First Fairy: "If you're low on Spirit Stones, just say so."

I Have No Tolerance for Fireball Technique: "Mo Hua must die!"

The group echoed the cry: "Mo Hua must die!" Unbearable Cold at Great Altitudes paused briefly, then joined in: "Mo Hua must die..."