Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2191 Chapter 1025: Everything Blown Up

The brilliant radiance from Fang Tian's Shadow overwhelmed every gaze, rendering all present utterly speechless.

Even the Sect Leaders of Taixu Gate's Three Mountains, with teacups clutched in their hands, found themselves frozen in shock right where they stood.

These three Sect Leaders, earlier weighed down by pressing concerns, now gazed blankly at the chaos exploding within Fang Tian's Shadow, their thoughts completely emptied.

Up on the Sword Observation Tower, those deeply engaged in their talks suddenly jolted, unable to resist glancing below.

Down in front of Fang Tian's Shadow, the cultivators perched on the surrounding mountains were struck with even greater confusion:

"What happened?"

"Did the Mount of Tao explode?"

After a short while, realization dawned on them slowly:

"Is it... a Formation?"

"Is it that kid Mo Hua's handiwork?"

"What sort of Formation packs such immense power?"

"What's the outcome of the sword discussion..."

All onlookers straightened up, braving the harsh glare, and fixed their eyes firmly on Fang Tian's Shadow.

After an indeterminate period, the blasts finally subsided.

The glow of Fang Tian's Shadow faded bit by bit, as the haze and debris cleared away, uncovering the devastated sword discussion site:

A barren expanse of emptiness.

Not a single thing left behind.

The Qian Taoist Sect's disciples had vanished.

The city gates, walls, and the City Lord's statue were missing too.

Even Mo Hua along with his Taixu companions were nowhere in sight.

Silence gripped the area like death, soon broken by a shared intake of breath:

"Damn it! The whole place got obliterated?!"

"That kid Mo Hua unleashed a Formation that demolished the entire city and the Qian Taoist Sect's disciples?"

"He even took out his own comrades and himself in the process!"

"I'm amazed; this boy's got no mercy."

"No mercy at all, not even for himself..."

Then a voice cried out, "What Formation did he deploy to unleash such devastating might?"

"Second Grade Nineteen Patterns High-Level Killing Formation..."

"Can a High-Level Killing Formation really hit this hard?"

"This... I have no clue..."

"With devastation on this scale, who even emerged victorious?"

Following a brief hush, another said, "It ought to be Taixu Gate..."

A resentful tone cut in, "Taixu Gate's disciples all perished too; why do they get the win?"

"This is a siege scenario; breaching the city gate and shattering the statue before time runs out counts as victory."

"Time hasn't expired yet, the statue's gone, so even if every Taixu Gate disciple 'died,' it's their triumph."

"Damn, that kid Mo Hua pulled off another victory..."

"What a vicious little monster that boy is."

A sigh escaped someone, "Never seen a city siege where the whole city gets erased before..."

"Good thing this was only a sword discussion. In actual Taoist Soldier combat or city captures, this kid would be a total slaughter expert."

"Can't tell; his Formations are overwhelmingly powerful, his morals are twisted, his thoughts are devious—in time, he could turn into a notorious 'little Demon Head,' racking up countless killings..."

"I say Taixu Gate needs to act fast, cripple his cultivation, boot him from the Sect, or he's way too hazardous..."

The crowd murmured agreement, "Right, right..."

A scoff rang out, "You fools, spewing rubbish the moment you speak?"

"Cripple his cultivation and kick him out? Could Taixu Gate really stomach losing him?"

Naturally, Taixu Gate wouldn't dream of it.

Right then, atop the Sword Observation Tower.

The Three Mountains Sect Leaders were gradually shaking off their stunned state.

Chongxu Sect Leader shook his head, whispering, "This kid's Formation skills are genuinely... awe-inspiring..."

Though he led Mount Chongxu, the profound impact left him at a loss for better words to capture the spectacle.

Tai'a Mountain Sect Leader remained dazed for quite some time, then shot a look at the Taixu Sect Master and remarked with subtle respect:

"This boy has spent nine years on your Taixu Mountain without leveling the gates; you're lucky indeed..."

Taixu Sect Master managed only a bitter grin.

He hadn't foreseen Mo Hua stirring up such massive turmoil.

Yet simultaneously, the three Sect Leaders felt a hidden unease.

During the Sword Discussion Conference, deploying just a Second Grade High-Level Formation, he flattened the whole arena...

Regardless of the Formation he inscribed or the principles behind it, achieving this feat was extraordinary.

One might call it outright "frightening."

And the state of the cultivation world—these Sect Leaders weren't blind to the brewing storms.

Should peace hold in the coming days, all would be well.

But if turmoil erupts, structures crumble, and Taoist Cultivation groups clash on a grand scale amid endless battles.

This youth, armed with his extraordinary Formation prowess, would inevitably evolve into a city-annihilating "ultimate weapon" of terror.

Even without advanced cultivation, he'd instill dread across every faction.

The name "Mo Hua" now carried immense gravity in the thoughts of these three Sect Leaders...

...

With the sword discussion site reduced to rubble, the audience buzzed with excitement.

Shortly after, a Mount of Tao elder proclaimed Taixu Gate's success.

However, the remaining sword discussion bouts would be delayed by half a day to rebuild the setup.

Taixu Gate's observing elders and disciples let out relieved breaths.

No matter what, Taixu Gate had secured yet another win.

Wenren Wan, Gu Changhuai, Zhang Lan, and the rest, witnessing the enormous stir Mo Hua had ignited—enough to halt the schedule—couldn't suppress their wry smiles.

Nobody had anticipated a siege match unfolding in such a manner.

Yet upon reflection, since it was Mo Hua's doing, it felt... oddly fitting somehow.

Zhang Lan stood out in particular.

He'd witnessed Mo Hua demolish far larger targets.

Thus, while the destruction here wasn't minor, Mo Hua had clearly "held back" considerably; otherwise, the scale could have been grander.

Yu Er, meanwhile, gaped in wide-eyed wonder, her admiration for Brother Mo deepening further.

This sword discussion concluded suddenly amid Mo Hua's explosive act.

As the assembly grappled with awe, confusion, horror, or accusations—minds swirling with diverse reactions—Fang Tian's Shadow grew dim, and the crowd began to scatter in small groups.