Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2212 Chapter 1031: Shockwaves

"What on earth did I witness just now?!!"

"Sword control technique?!"

"That brat Mo Hua actually knows how to wield a sword like that?!"

"How in the world can he perform sword control? Is this even feasible?"

"No way, this can't be happening!"

The shocking reality left numerous observing cultivators questioning their minds first, and then their vision:

"Am I caught in some illusion spell, seeing things that aren't real?"

"Have I damaged my head from all those pills? Reality feels a bit fuzzy right now...

"I overdid the drinking last night; perhaps I'm still not fully awake."

"This has to be a dream... But imagining Mo Hua with sword control is hilarious; something's wrong with my Sea of Consciousness...

Naturally, the majority of cultivators held onto their senses, trusting what their eyes had beheld.

Yet this very trust made them even more disbelieving:

"Mo Hua is truly executing sword control?!"

"He employed sword control... and took down Ye Zhiyuan in an instant?"

"The 'Formation Leader' from Taixu Gate, manipulating a flying sword, slayed the sword genius of Daluo Sect with a single blow?!"

"Does this make any sense at all?"

"It's utterly ridiculous."

"This Cultivation World has gone completely mad...

The minds of most onlookers brimmed with astonishment and bewilderment.

"One more thing: where did Mo Hua pick up sword control skills, and how could he have mastered them?"

"There's no sign of Sword Qi around him, so definitely no Sword Dao heritage."

"What powers his sword control technique?"

"His sword control shows no hint of human-sword unity...

"I've practiced sword arts for years, yet I've never encountered such an odd way of handling sword control...

"Does Taixu Gate possess a method like this for sword control?"

"Moreover, what sort of sword was that which burst apart right away?"

"Was the explosion deliberate or just a fluke?"

"A misstep perhaps?"

"Did the sword control fail and cause the Spirit Sword to detonate? Did he unintentionally finish off Ye Zhiyuan?"

"Ye Zhiyuan's luck is really rotten...

"You all were too busy staring at the sword to spot that the control range was somewhat strange?"

"It appears a tad longer than Ye Zhiyuan's reach?"

"This range nears the boundary for Foundation Establishment?"

"Hard to gauge the exact span on Fangtian Huaying, but it's likely more than a hundred plus several dozen zhang...

"Such a sword control distance from a Formation Master who avoids sword cultivation?"

"Divine Sense might be potent, but surely it's not intended for this purpose?"

"A Formation Master's Divine Sense serves Formation Painting, not sword control—doesn't Mo Hua realize that?"

"It's truly baffling...

The duel's spectators found themselves perplexed, stunned, bewildered, or astounded, murmuring and debating without end.

Simultaneously within the mountain, myriad cultivators buzzed with chatter, the din unrelenting.

The entire Mount of Tao echoed with uproar.

Not just these regular viewers—even Wenren Wan, Murong Caiyun, Hua Qianqian, Gu Changhuai, Zhang Lan, those somewhat "acquainted" with Mo Hua, all felt profound shock.

They hadn't anticipated that Mo Hua, who stayed so unassuming and hadn't so much as held a sword before, would now command one?

Zhang Lan, in particular.

He recalled vividly, back in Tongxian City, how this kid Mo Hua couldn't even lift a sword, much less train in swordsmanship.

But after about ten years.

Suddenly, he struck down the famous sword prodigy from Daluo Sect with one blow at the Sword Discussion Conference.

Quiet for ages, then erupting into brilliance.

It's genuinely... "absurdity welcoming absurdity at the door."

Absurdity arrives in full force...

At the Sword Observation Tower.

Hua Valley Master gazed at Mo Hua in a daze, her lovely eyes brimming with surprise.

The other sect leaders displayed faces of utter disbelief as well.

In the tea room.

Taixu, Tai'a, and Chongxu Sect Leaders sat in quiet, words failing them.

Events unfolded with blinding speed and concluded in startling suddenness.

The sword discussion began, Mo Hua unleashed sword control, one sword soared forth, detonated outright, the Debating Bell tolled, and it was done.

And then, simply...

Victory?

The Three Mountains' sect leaders, momentarily, struggled to accept it, even questioning what they'd seen.

To the point where the triumph's elation couldn't wash away the astonishment and puzzlement in their hearts.

At last, Tai'a Sect Leader let out a sigh:

"This young one... did mention it would be straightforward, yet not in this manner...

It's not this sort of straightforward.

This is way too "straightforward."

From start to finish, merely an instant, involving just one flying sword.

They barely had time to brace themselves mentally before the sword discussion concluded.

The tea in the pot on the table hadn't even begun to boil...

***

Amid the cultivators' "uproar," this round of sword discussion drew to a close.

The crowd dispersed, and Mount of Tao slowly fell silent.

However, Mo Hua's bizarre flying sword feat, which shattered all expectations, lingered inescapably in memories.

The ripples from this sword persisted long after...

That night, within the sect's grand hall.

Daoist Law elders from various sects assembled.

A shadow painting loomed overhead.

Within the shadow painting, Mo Hua grasped the sword, activated control, directed it with his fingers, the sword shot skyward, striking the Daluo Sect disciple.

At first, nothing seemed amiss.

But instantly after, the Spirit Sword glowed, the Sword Array activated, the Sword Pattern shifted, Sword Qi built up, until surpassing its threshold, the Spirit Sword fractured and burst into shards.

The sword fragments merged with Sword Qi, unleashing astonishing destructive force...

This moment replayed ceaselessly in the hall.

The Daoist Law elders observed it over a hundred times, from dusk till late night.

Each viewing met with hush.

This form of sword control utterly surpassed their conventional knowledge.

They repeatedly pondered in silence:

What manner of sword control is this? How does one perform it?