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

Cheng Mo and Situ Jian didn't dare to confront it head-on.

The outer city gate had been breached, forcing Taixu Gate to withdraw step by step into the inner city.

The inner city loomed imposingly, where above the city gate, five-colored spiritual power flowed in cycles, and formation patterns shimmered with profound advanced glows.

No fewer than five arrays, all Five Elements defensive varieties, Second Grade Nineteen Patterns High-Level Formations.

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 assassinations.

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

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

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

A sense of tension gripped everyone's hearts.

They realized that only now had the sword discussion truly kicked off.

Taixu Gate, vying for a spot among the Four Great Sects, would surely battle until the end.

The long-standing feud between Qian Taoist Sect and Taixu Gate would be resolved here as well.

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

However, what followed left much to be desired.

Qian Taoist Sect, more precisely Shen Linsu, proved overwhelmingly powerful.

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

The Taixu Gate disciples failed to withstand Shen Linsu.

Mo Hua's formations and 'sword control' yielded no results either.

His flying sword, guided by divine sense, lifted into the air before him; with a flick of Mo Hua's finger, it shot out, leaving a faint trail of light, aiming directly at Shen Linsu's vital heart area.

This flying sword struck swiftly, precisely, and powerfully.

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

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

Even countermeasures against it had been deeply explored by the Daoist Law Elders, with updates added to the 'Rules for Mo Hua•Sword Control Chapter'.

Sword control depends greatly on 'surprise'.

The greater the element of surprise, the tougher it is to defend, amplifying the flying sword's killing power.

On the flip side, the more it's expected and prepared for, the less danger the remote 'assassination' from sword control poses.

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

Mo Hua's flying sword, midway through its path, got sensed by Shen Linsu.

Shen Linsu's face stayed impassive as his longsword slashed down, unleashing a

Purple Gold Sword Qi that blocked Mo Hua's flying sword.

The flying sword detonated on collision.

Still, Mo Hua's flying sword moved too quickly, closing to within a hundred feet of Shen Linsu before the blast.

As the flying sword burst, the sword array triggered its self-destruction, sending out propelled sword qi mixed with fragments of the shattered spirit sword, which swept over Shen Linsu.

But once the dust settled, Shen Linsu stood unscathed.

A shield of spiritual power enveloped his form.

On his skin, subtle golden arcane patterns wove together, gleaming momentarily.

The Qilin Bloodline shielded him.

The leftover sword qi from the sword control blast couldn't harm Shen Linsu in the slightest, nor pierce the golden patterns covering him.

Mo Hua's next two sword control efforts met the same fate at Shen Linsu's hands.

Mo Hua's formations proved useless against Shen Linsu too.

The Second Grade Nineteen Patterns High-Level Formation was truly formidable, but only against Foundation Establishment cultivators—or even typical Foundation Establishment prodigies.

Elite prodigies didn't count.

In particular, Shen Linsu's sword qi, empowered by his bloodline, nearly rivaled 'Golden Core' power.

The formidable Purple Gold Sword Qi hammered Mo Hua's formations time and again.

The formations quaked, their patterns faded, and the city gate rattled nonstop.

Moreover, Shen Linsu's spiritual power surged like an boundless sea, showing no signs of waning.

Ultimately, every one of Mo Hua's advanced formations fell to Shen Linsu's assaults.

The city gate crumbled, breaking apart into pieces.

Qian Taoist Sect's forces pressed into the inner city, zeroing in on the City Lord statue.

Cheng Mo and his companions clenched their teeth in resistance, yet they couldn't match

these prodigies from Qian Taoist Sect.

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

Linghu Xiao, after enduring multiple sword discussion clashes, had refined both

his swordsmanship and mindset.

Relying on his enhanced abilities, he managed to exchange a few blows directly with Shen Linsu.

Nevertheless, it was evidently insufficient.

In short order, Linghu Xiao yielded as well, overcome by a Purple Qi Jinlin

Sword Move, meeting his 'end'...

This lopsided sword discussion turned out rather heartbreaking.

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

With features as refined as jade, Shen Linsu advanced toward Mo Hua at a measured pace.

Mo Hua met his gaze steadily.

For the first time, the two stood face-to-face in the sword discussion arena.

Even after intense combat, Shen Linsu brimmed with spiritual energy, his presence enduring, expression unaltered, eyes holding a trace of superior detachment.

Up to now, he hadn't uttered a single word throughout the sword discussion.

But now, alone with Mo Hua, Shen Linsu's cool gaze softened slightly as he parted his lips to say:

'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 dare to hold a sword discussion?'

'Exert a bit of effort, resort to some sly tactics, and beat those average talents—does that bring you joy?'

Mo Hua stayed quiet, offering no reply.

Disdain flickered across Shen Linsu's features, 'Enough, it's like playing the lute to a cow...'

His tone was flat, but laced with a cutting edge, 'Lacking sufficient talent, you can't rise above.'

'A place among the Four Great Sects isn't for your Taixu Gate to chase.'

'The sword discussion conference isn't your stage; you should stick to being a Formation Leader, sketching your formations...'

'Now...'

Shen Linsu lifted his long sword, its tip cloaked in purple gold sword aura, pointed straight at the space between Mo Hua's eyebrows, 'Will you end yourself, or do you want to fall to my blade?'