Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2244 Chapter 1041: Explosion!

Mo Hua’s cultivation base and Taoist mastery are nothing to be feared.

However, his array formations are a different matter entirely.

During their recent clash at the Sword Discussion, Mo Hua was actually bested by him.

Mo Hua’s sword control couldn’t penetrate his defense, and every formation he deployed was shattered with a single swing.

Ultimately, Mo Hua acted like a coward and retreated without putting up a fight.

Shen Linsu felt only contempt for such behavior, yet he could not truly dismiss Mo Hua, the Formation Leader.

This was especially true now, as the Mo Hua before him displayed an intensity and ferocity far beyond what he had shown previously.

Using his Divine Sense to manipulate ink, he turned the very ground into a vast formation board.

His Compound Formation sealed the valley with destructive power.

This was a peculiar kind of Formation Master he had never encountered before.

If left unchecked, letting this Formation Master continue inscribing layouts across the valley could lead to unpredictable, potentially catastrophic consequences.

Even if there were three or five High-Rank Formations, he could shatter them with a single strike.

But what if the count rose to thirty, or fifty?

Or even a hundred?

Once these formations began to stack, their defensive and offensive capabilities would multiply, posing an incalculable threat.

As a prodigious talent of the Qianxue State Boundary, gifted with the Qilin bloodline, he dared not permit Mo Hua to continue his work unchallenged.

Yet, Shen Linsu hesitated to launch a direct assault.

He was deeply concerned about the other members of the Qianxue Four Talents.

He was also wary of Ye Qingfeng from the Daluo Sect.

Most people believed that Ye Zhiyuan was the sole prodigy in the Daluo Sect due to his sword control skills, failing to realize that Ye Qingfeng was actually even stronger.

Ye Qingfeng was consistently low-key, masking his true potential behind Ye Zhiyuan’s fame to preserve his own energy.

In terms of strategic planning, tactical methods, and raw cultivation, he was the true leader of the Daluo Sect.

Furthermore, his sword techniques were terrifyingly profound.

Without tapping into his Qilin bloodline’s full power, even Shen Linsu lacked the confidence to overcome Ye Qingfeng’s Daluo Unification Sword.

With these four variables considered, Shen Linsu chose not to act rashly.

After all, since everyone desired the first-place title, everyone present was an enemy.

While Mo Hua, with his reliance solely on formations, might seem non-threatening, talents like Xiao Wuchen, Ao Zhan, and Duanmu Qing could not be so easily ignored.

He decided to mirror his opponents; so long as the others remained stationary, he would follow suit.

He would only move if the group of four chose to coordinate.

While it was acceptable for the seven gates to join forces, even the combined might of the Four Great Sects mattered little.

However, for the Four Talents—prodigies bearing top-tier bloodline powers—to unite their strength against a single Taixu Gate and Mo Hua would be a loss of face.

Even in victory, such an action would be seen as humiliating.

It would not only disgrace them, but also subject the Qian Taoist Sect and the Four Great Sects to ridicule.

Deep in thought, Shen Linsu suddenly froze, confronted by a disturbing possibility:

"Could this... also be within Mo Hua’s calculations?"

Was he exploiting the mutual anxieties among the Four Talents to create a stalemate and buy more time?

Did Mo Hua foresee this outcome?

Shen Linsu felt a lingering sense of possibility, though he dismissed it as perhaps giving Mo Hua too much credit for cunning.

The battlefield was too volatile, and Mo Hua was no monk; how could he possibly predict everything?

Shen Linsu’s brow knit together.

His doubts were shared by Xiao Wuchen and Ao Zhan, yet the impasse remained as no one dared to initiate hostilities.

Time ticked away in silence.

Within the valley, Mo Hua ignored the world, focused entirely on his craft. When his Divine Sense depleted, he would meditate, only to return to his painting once his reserves were restored.

Spiritual Ink flowed like water, weaving complex patterns across the earth and the stone, until they formed an intricate, vibrating grand formation diagram.

As the layers grew, Shen Linsu felt his heart race, recognizing that waiting any longer would be fatal.

He could not allow this to continue.

Mo Hua had to be stopped.

He cast a look at Xiao Wuchen and the others.

They understood his intent but remained silent, clearly unready to commit.

Just then, Ye Qingfeng, observing the hesitation, calmly proposed: "The four of you should strike together, with our Daluo Sect in support, to break this Compound Formation, crush the Taixu, and end Mo Hua."

"If he lives, we face uncertainty."

"This is the Sword Discussion Conference; prioritizing our sects is only logical."

Shen Linsu gazed at Ye Qingfeng, pausing for a moment, before Duanmu Qing interrupted, nodding sharply, "Agreed. Let’s eliminate Mo Hua first."

Among them, she held the deepest hatred for Mo Hua.

She had remained ice-cold until now, force-feeding her emotions to maintain composure for the sake of the Sword Discussion.

"Fine!" Ao Zhan scoffed, wearing a arrogant grin.

Xiao Wuchen did not speak, but offered a singular nod of agreement.

With the four of them in accord, the towering, draconian Ao Zhan stepped toward the valley entrance, his body crackling with raw Blood Qi and the echoes of dragon roars.

"Clear the obstacles first, then we shall determine who is the strongest," he declared.

Intimidated by Ao Zhan’s sheer force, the surrounding talents paled and scrambled to make way.

Ao Zhan strode to the entrance and unleashed a punch of uncontained dragon blood power against the Earth and Wood Sealing Mountain Compound Formation.

The rocks shuddered, and the formation’s spiritual power flared. Several patterns went dim instantly, and deep fissures broke across the affected ground.

The power of that single punch was staggering.

Ao Zhan’s expression remained frozen, though he felt a flicker of surprise beneath the surface. He had not expected the Compound Formation to be this durable, explaining why so many others had failed to breach it earlier.