Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2243 - 1040: The Sinister Formation Master (3)

They understood that their Junior Brother was anxious to bring this confrontation to a swift conclusion.

Kill!

The five Tai’a brothers roared in unison, their combat fervor igniting and their Spiritual Power surging intensely. They resembled five unstoppable Demon Gods, brandishing their Giant Swords to deliver the final, crushing blow.

Clad in the Water Element Source Robe and bolstered by the essence of the Water Moon, Linghu Xiao fueled the charge of his blade, amplifying the lethal impact of the Chongxu Sword.

The remaining disciples of Taixu Gate surged forward with relentless momentum, tightening the noose around their foes.

Furthermore, Mo Hua’s Divine Sense Control Ink harmonized flawlessly with the complex web of his Formation.

One by one, the disciples of the Four Sects and the Seven Gates fell.

Song Kui of the Sever Gold Sect was run through by Yang Qianjun’s spear.

Qin Cangliu of the Gui Water Sect perished under the razor-sharp Sword Qi of Linghu Xiao.

Feng Zichen of the Carefree Sect, sapped of his strength from the grueling engagement, found himself pinned by the combined efforts of Situ Jian and Cheng Mo, before finally meeting his end under Ouyang Xuan’s blade.

Shi Tiangang of the Vajra Sect was crushed amidst the chaotic swings of the Tai’a brothers’ steel.

...

With these elite martial artists from the Eight Great Gates laid low, the survivors were left helpless, promptly dispatched in a total slaughter.

In short order, every representative of the Four Sects and Seven Gates located within the valley had been wiped out.

The gorge was completely pacified.

This marked the debut of Mo Hua’s Five Elements Source Armor in the view of the public.

This maiden performance, this brutal termination, secured a miraculous victory for Taixu Gate, erasing over a hundred elite talents from Qianxue.

Outside the venue of the Sword Discussion, an eerie silence descended.

Every cultivator observing the spectacle was left paralyzed by awe and terror.

"They’ve all been slaughtered..."

"Taixu Gate, a group of merely thirty, wiped out over a hundred talents from the Four Sects and Seven Gates—including the finest prodigies of the Eight Great Gates?!"

Is this truly Taixu Gate?

Is this the power of Formation Leader Mo Hua?!

Incredibly ruthless...

Gasps of pure shock rippled intermittently through the crowd.

Only then did they grasp the reality: they had profoundly misunderstood the nature of this Sword Discussion from the outset.

This was never a case of the Four Sects and Seven Gates laying "siege" to Taixu Gate.

It was, in fact, Taixu Gate conducting a "counter-siege" against them!

Defending was never the primary objective for Taixu Gate; their intent was total annihilation!

And Taixu Gate had proven they possessed the strength to do it.

In this blood-soaked encounter, bolstered by the Five Elements Source Armor and the strategic formations, Taixu Gate fought with a unity that produced terrifying results, rivaling even the Four Great Sects.

The watching cultivators were struck with profound disbelief.

Those who previously looked down on Taixu Gate now looked on with newfound respect.

Those who had mocked Mo Hua felt their faces flush with shame.

The entirety of Taixu Gate, from Elders to ordinary disciples, cheered with blood-boiling excitement at the sight of Mo Hua’s triumph.

Even the Sect Leaders of the Three Mountains were overcome with exhilaration; this victory brought them immense prestige and honor.

Conversely, the leaders of the other Seven Gates wore expressions as dark as charcoal.

Even a few Sect Ancestors furrowed their brows, manifesting clear displeasure...

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Within the arena, the Sword Discussion pressed onward.

Utilizing the Five Elements Source Armor and Mo Hua’s intricate formations, Taixu Gate held its ground against the hundred-plus talents from the Four Sects and Seven Gates.

Though the exchange appeared complex and shifting, the entire affair lasted less than an hour.

Throughout that timeframe, the talents inside the valley were trapped by Taixu Gate.

Meanwhile, the talents outside the valley kept hurling attacks at the Sealing Mountain Formation erected by Mo Hua.

Alas, the terrain was restrictive.

The layout was bolstered by a Third Grade Array, installed by a Mount of Tao Elder specifically because he feared Mo Hua’s "trickery," making it resistant to arbitrary changes.

Consequently, there was no space for a large number of people to attempt a breach simultaneously.

Moreover, as a top-tier Second Grade creation integrated into the very topography of the mountains, Mo Hua’s Compound Formation resonated with the earth itself.

As long as elites like Shen Linsu and the other Qianxue Four Talents held back, breaking through was nearly impossible.

Thus, the disciples of the Four Sects and Seven Gates located outside the perimeter were forced into the role of helpless witnesses as their companions were methodically butchered by Taixu Gate.

The spectacle was as horrifying as it was tragic for those observing from the outside.

A cold dread took root in their hearts; no one dared attempt to breach the formation.

Even if they broke it, what then?

Should they charge inward just to be slaughtered to the last man by Mo Hua and his crew?

They watched the slaughter unfold within the valley floor with vivid clarity.

Taixu Gate’s current combat power was nothing short of nightmarish.

The Giant Swords of the five Tai’a brothers harvested lives at will, inspiring terror with every sweep.

That was not even mentioning the Sword Dao prodigy Linghu Xiao or the Formation mastermind Mo Hua.

Even legendary figures of the Seven Gates like Shi Tiangang, Qin Cangliu, and Feng Zichen had been cut down—what hope was left for them?

The only reason they remained alive was not skill, but luck; they had not entered the valley and were thus shielded by the Compound Formation.

Had they stepped into the valley, they would have been among the corpses.

With this thought, the group instinctively recoiled.

The entrance to the valley had transformed into a "gate of hell," promising certain death to anyone who crossed the threshold.

In their estimation, Mo Hua was the "Little Yama" presiding over the Nine Nether realms.

Amidst the unsettling silence, the battlefield quieted.

The remaining talents of the Four Sects and Seven Gates did not dare move.

Inside the valley, Mo Hua and his companions finally found a moment to catch their breath.

However, Mo Hua remained focused on his most critical objective: "Gather every Storage Bag and bring them to me."

That was the entire reason he had annihilated those hundred talents in the first place.

He intended to loot their spoils.

At a Sword Discussion, a talent’s Storage Bag was invariably filled with Spiritual Artifacts, formation components, Pills, Spirit Stones, and Spiritual Ink.

For Mo Hua, the Spirit Stones and Spiritual Ink were of paramount importance.

Because of the strict limitations on logistical resources during the Sword Discussion, the disciples of Taixu Gate lacked enough Spirit Stones and Spiritual Ink to support Mo Hua’s grand designs.

To deploy additional formations, he required more ink. To fuel them, he required more spirit stones.

The only way to procure these resources was to "slaughter" enough foes to harvest their wealth.

Only with a sufficient supply could he continue to execute his grand construction project.

This was what they called fueling the battle by fighting itself.

His plan was already half-realized, with essential stones and ink now in his possession.

Mo Hua prepared himself for the next phase of his strategy.

The premise was simple: carve formations, carve them endlessly, and blanket every inch of the valley with them.

Mo Hua meditated briefly to recover his spent Divine Sense, then returned to his work.

Various streams of Spiritual Ink drifted under his guidance, winding through the valley, hardening into intricate patterns until formation upon formation stood ready.

Outside the valley boundaries, Shen Linsu, previously cold and detached from the bloodshed, felt a sudden, sharp prickle of unease.

He furrowed his brow slowly, his gaze deepening into an icy glare.

A subtle, inexplicable tremor of apprehension began to stir within his heart...