Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2239 - 1039: Five Elements Source Armor (2)

"Facing more than a hundred opponents with only thirty; that's essentially impossible."

"Mo Hua’s formation techniques appear flashy and imposing, yet they somehow seem entirely useless."

"Perhaps he was forced into a desperate maneuver due to the dire situation."

"That must be it..."

These murmurs reached the ears of the Elders representing the Ten Thousand Formations Sect.

Though they remained silent, skepticism burned in their minds.

While they felt Mo Hua’s formation setup was somewhat questionable, a part of them suspected it held a deeper, more complex purpose than it let on.

Despite his youth, Mo Hua radiated an aura that felt truly inscrutable.

What was his true objective?

Even these Elders, who had spent a lifetime immersed in the study of Formation Arts, found themselves at a total loss.

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Within the sword discussion arena, Shi Tiangang, Qin Cangliu, and their counterparts also sensed a growing unease.

Their apprehension toward Mo Hua was genuine.

Because of this, even though Mo Hua had only deployed a Trapping Formation to isolate them within the valley,

And despite their numbers being triple those of the Taixu Gate, they dared not move blindly once confined by his formation.

Mo Hua, acting as the Formation Leader, was clearly not your average cultivator.

No one dared predict the full extent of his capabilities with formations.

Consequently, they expanded their Divine Sense to probe the valley repeatedly, only relaxing once they confirmed that no other formations existed beyond the wall sealing the mountain.

Mo Hua was a master of formations, as was the Taixu Gate.

With their formations, they were formidable rivals.

Stripped of them, the Taixu Gate would be nothing more than a toothless tiger—a facade of strength hiding inner weakness, posing no legitimate threat.

Since only a simple Trapping Formation enclosed them, with no hidden traps or ambushes, one hundred could easily crush thirty. Victory for the Taixu Gate was a fantasy.

"Are we permitted to kill?"

A flood of chaotic thoughts surged through their ranks.

Suddenly, a figure stepped forward, eyes brimming with malice as he stared down Mo Hua—it was Ye Zhiyuan of the Daluo Sect.

Once a celebrated sword prodigy, he had been humiliated by Mo Hua’s Flying Sword, turning him into a laughingstock. Now, coming face-to-face with his antagonist, his eyes were bloodshot with rage.

Pointing at Mo Hua, Ye Zhiyuan hissed with deep-seated hatred:

"Mo Hua, after my defeat, I have endured the harrowing cultivation of the Daluo Sword Control. Today, I shall purge my disgrace and claim your head with a single strike!"

His declaration ignited the dormant resentment within everyone else present.

Every one of them bore the title of a Qianxue genius; who among them hadn't at some point been humbled by Mo Hua’s fireballs, water prisons, concealment, movement arts, or formations?

Instantly, emotions boiled over, blades were unsheathed, and a killing glare focused entirely on Mo Hua.

"Slay Mo Hua!"

"Whoever ends him shall become the Alliance Hierarch!"

A Flying Sword shrieked through the air amid the roar of the crowd, manifesting as a ray of Sword Qi directed straight at Mo Hua’s neck.

It was Ye Zhiyuan’s signature Daluo Flying Sword technique.

Just as the steel was inches from its target, five burly men intervened, their Giant Swords sweeping in unison to deflect the strike with overwhelming force.

Though the attack failed, the battle broke out in full force.

Geniuses from the Four Sects and Seven Gates rushed the Taixu Gate, some brandishing blades, others casting spells or relying on their Vajra bodies.

Over a hundred geniuses launched a simultaneous assault, their Spiritual Power swelling like a tidal wave—a truly terrifying display of momentum.

The Taixu Gate disciples stood their ground, calm and prepared.

Mo Hua, wearing a mask of indifference, looked upon the charging horde with eyes radiating a frigid, piercing intensity.

Even when confronted by the elite of the Four Sects and Seven Gates, his objective had never been mere defense.

Defense would never win him the top spot.

His true ambition was to wipe the field clean.

"Kill!"

Mo Hua commanded, his voice detached and cold.

This single word acted as a trigger, releasing the Ultimate Formation he had claimed from the Five Elements Sect:

The Five Elements Source Formation was finally active!

The armor and robes worn by the Taixu disciples erupted with a blinding, five-colored radiance.

Controlled by Mo Hua’s Divine Sense, the formation fused perfectly with the Blood Qi and Spiritual Power of the Taixu disciples.

Using his Divine Sense as a conductor, the Five Elements were amplified to a staggering degree.

The disciples felt their very blood and Spiritual Power surging to a fever pitch.

An immense, almost supernatural strength flooded their bodies, stimulating their meridians and igniting their Spiritual Power as if they were blessed by a divine entity.

"Kill!"

In a heartbeat, the morale of the Taixu Gate peaked, and their murderous intent rose like a crimson rainbow.

The Tai’a Five Brothers acted as the vanguard, followed closely by Cheng Mo, Ouyang Xuan, and Situ Jian, who surged forward to finish the fight.

Yang Qianjun and others organized into Taoist Soldier units to provide tactical support.

Linghu Xiao held the heart of the formation, ready to unleash the Chongxu Sword True Art.

Following their orchestrated strategy, they locked into battle formation, meeting the chaotic charge of the hundred-plus geniuses head-on.

The initial collision was like heaven’s thunder striking the earth’s fire, triggering massive shockwaves of energy.

Yet, this standoff was remarkably brief.

The scene that unfolded next was even more shocking.

Despite their numerical superiority, the geniuses of the Four Sects and Seven Gates suffered a catastrophic collapse against the frontal assault of the Taixu Gate.

Shielded by the shimmering Five Elements Radiance, the Taixu disciples cut through their attackers as easily as a blade through rotten wood.

Bolstered by the formation, the already imposing Tai’a Five Brothers appeared as demonic gods, swinging their Giant Swords like butchers in a slaughterhouse. Any genius careless enough to linger in their path faced instant oblivion.

Linghu Xiao’s Robe glimmered with a crystalline, liquid-water aesthetic.

This was Mo Hua’s masterwork—a modification of the Five Elements Water Moon Source Robe, tailored specifically to harmonize with the essence of the Chongxu Sword True Art he had acquired earlier.

The garment was custom-forged to elevate Linghu Xiao’s Sword Qi to terrifying levels of lethality.

The full might of the Chongxu Sword True Art was unleashed without restraint.

Linghu Xiao’s blade moved like a phantom moon over water—graceful, ethereal, and unstoppable—cutting down over twenty geniuses in a single stroke, leaving the survivors paralyzed by pure dread.