Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2217 - 1032: Blood of the Qilin (3)

Cheng Mo and Situ Jian couldn't bring themselves to confront it directly.

With the outer city gate broken through, Taixu Gate fell back relentlessly into the inner city.

The inner city loomed imposingly, where above the city gate, five-colored spiritual power flowed, and formation patterns gleamed with profound advanced radiance.

At least five arrays, Five Elements defensive variety, Second Grade Nineteen Patterns High-Level Formation.

And on the city walls, Mo Hua sat cross-legged on the ground, his face showing a touch of gravity.

Before him rested three Tai’a Spirit Swords meant for divine sense manipulation, ideal for distant strikes.

Divided by a single wall, the two forces stared down at each other.

One force boasted a premier sect, elite bloodline prodigy, Jinlin Bloodline Swordsmanship.

The opposing side featured the Formation Leader, Second Grade High-Level Formation, plus the unusual divine sense sword control.

A sense of tension gripped everyone's hearts.

They realized that only now had the sword discussion truly commenced.

For the spot among the Four Great Sects, Taixu Gate would surely battle desperately.

The longstanding feud between Qian Taoist Sect and Taixu Gate would be resolved in this clash.

This sword discussion was something everyone had anticipated with bated breath.

However, the events that followed proved disappointing.

Qian Taoist Sect, particularly Shen Linsu, proved overwhelmingly powerful.

In contrast, Taixu Gate seemed "vulnerable and feeble"...

Taixu Gate's disciples failed to hold off Shen Linsu.

Mo Hua’s formations, along with his "sword control," yielded no significant results either.

His divine sense-controlled flying sword lifted in front of him, and with a flick from Mo Hua’s finger, it shot out, leaving a faint trail of light aimed straight at Shen Linsu’s heart.

This flying sword moved with speed, precision, and force.

Yet this wasn't Mo Hua's initial attempt at sword control.

The mechanics of his sword control had been meticulously documented and analyzed repeatedly long ago.

Even countermeasures had been deeply explored by the Daoist Law Elders, and promptly added to the "Rules for Mo Hua ・ Sword Control Chapter".

Sword control thrives on the element of "surprise".

The greater the shock, the tougher to defend, amplifying the flying sword's killing power.

On the flip side, if expected and prepared for, the danger of remote "assassination" via sword control drops sharply.

This held especially true against a supreme prodigy like Shen Linsu.

Midway through its path, Mo Hua’s flying sword was spotted by Shen Linsu.

Shen Linsu’s face stayed calm, as his longsword slashed out, unleashing a Purple Gold Sword Qi that blocked Mo Hua’s incoming flying sword.

The flying sword detonated on collision.

Still, Mo Hua’s flying sword proved too swift, closing to within a hundred feet of Shen Linsu prior to the blast.

As the flying sword burst, the sword array triggered its self-destruction, sending sword qi surging alongside fragments of the broken spirit sword, which swept over Shen Linsu.

But once the dust settled, Shen Linsu stood unscathed.

A shield of spiritual power enveloped his form.

Faint golden arcane patterns wove across his skin, shimmering momentarily.

The Qilin bloodline shielded him.

Leftover sword qi from the sword control detonation failed to harm Shen Linsu whatsoever, nor pierce the golden patterns etched on him.

Later, Mo Hua’s subsequent two sword control efforts met the same fate at Shen Linsu’s hands.

Mo Hua’s formations proved powerless against Shen Linsu as well.

The Second Grade Nineteen Patterns High-Level Formation was truly formidable, capable of withstanding ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators, even typical gifted ones.

But elite prodigies were another matter entirely.

Above all, Shen Linsu’s sword qi, empowered by his bloodline, rivaled the power of a "Golden Core".

Potent Purple Gold Sword Qi hammered Mo Hua’s formations time and again.

The arrays quaked, their patterns faded, and the city gate rattled persistently.

Shen Linsu’s spiritual power surged like an boundless sea, unrelenting and inexhaustible.

In the end, every one of Mo Hua’s advanced formations fell to Shen Linsu’s assault.

The city gate crumbled, splintering into pieces.

Qian Taoist Sect surged into the inner city, zeroing in on the City Lord statue.

Cheng Mo and his companions clenched their jaws to resist, yet they couldn't match these prodigies from Qian Taoist Sect.

Before long, Cheng Mo, Situ Jian, Ouyang Xuan—all fell one after another, "dying" in the fray.

Linghu Xiao, forged anew through numerous sword discussion battles, had elevated both his sword skills and resolve.

Relying on his own prowess now, he managed to exchange a handful of blows directly with Shen Linsu.

Nevertheless, it remained evidently insufficient.

Shortly after, Linghu Xiao too yielded, felled by the Purple Qi Jinlin Sword Move, forfeiting his "life"...

This lopsided sword discussion turned out profoundly heartbreaking.

At this point, Taixu Gate had only Mo Hua remaining.

With features as refined as jade, Shen Linsu advanced leisurely toward Mo Hua.

Mo Hua met his gaze with steady composure.

For the first time in the sword discussion arena, the two locked eyes in direct confrontation.

Though the fight had raged intensely, Shen Linsu’s spiritual energy brimmed full, his presence enduring, his expression unaltered, his eyes bearing a trace of superior detachment that scorned everything below.

Up to this moment, he had uttered not a single word amid the sword discussion.

But now, alone with Mo Hua, Shen Linsu’s cool stare softened slightly as he parted his lips to declare:

"Is this your formation?"

"Is this your sword control?"

"Is this the legacy of your Taixu Gate?"

"Is this... your strength?"

"With just this, you come for a sword discussion?"

"Put in some small effort, use some underhanded tricks, winning against those ordinary talents, does it make you happy?"

Mo Hua stayed quiet, offering no reply.

Disappointment etched Shen Linsu’s features, "Enough, it’s like playing the lute to a cow..."

His tone was flat, but laced with a cutting edge, "Without enough calibre, you can’t stand above."

"The position among the Four Great Sects is not something your Taixu Gate can covet."

"The sword discussion conference is not where you belong, you might as well go be the Formation Leader, draw your formations..."

"Now..."

Shen Linsu lifted his long sword, its tip sheathed in purple gold sword aura, pointed squarely at the space between Mo Hua’s eyebrows, "Will you die by yourself or prefer to fall under my sword?"