Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2247 Chapter 1041: Detonate! (Part 4)

The defensive array formations standing before Mo Hua had almost completely flickered out.

His younger sect brothers, who had been shielding him with their lives, were either incapacitated or slain. Only Linghu Xiao remained upright alongside a few others, holding their ground through sheer willpower, their teeth clenched against total exhaustion.

Facing them were over fifty elite geniuses from the Qian Learning State Boundary. These combatants stood like fifty razor-sharp spirit swords, their presence heavy with chilling lethality as they stared at Mo Hua with the cold detachment one reserves for a corpse.

"Taixu Gate... has reached its end..."

Outsiders watching the unfolding tragedy drew deep, shaky breaths. Previously, such words might have been laced with mockery or smug satisfaction. Yet, in this moment, every heart was heavy with sympathy and profound respect.

To challenge the Four Great Sects and the Seven Great Gates so ferociously, battling until the final breath in such a desperate plight—was this not both brutal and magnificent? Who could deny them admiration?

With such formidable strength, Taixu Gate had earned its reputation as the leader among the Qianxue Eight Great Gates.

In truth, labeling them among the new "Four Great Sects" would be no exaggeration at all.

The disciples of Taixu Gate looked upon their brethren fighting to the bitter end, their eyes brimming with suppressed passion and wet emotion.

The Elders felt a tempest of complex feelings rising within them.

Even the Sect Leaders of the Three Mountains, having weathered centuries of storms, found themselves caught between bitterness and an overwhelming sense of pride.

They truly understood the meaning of "honor in death."

These were the disciples of their very own Taixu Gate.

To see these youths stand as one, sacrificing everything for the sake of the sect, fighting with such savage devotion...

How could their leaders not feel their hearts surge with immense pride?

At this juncture, the final result—victory or defeat—had lost its significance.

High up in the Sword Observation Tower, several ancestral figures turned to Elder Master Xun, their gazes glittering with unconcealed envy.

Is it not said: 'We wear the same robes, we share the same fate'?

A sect possessing such powerful cohesion, such intense unity, and such steely willpower—this is an immense spiritual treasure.

It is rare for an individual to cultivate a firm Dao Heart.

For an entire sect to possess an indomitable, singular Dao Heart is a treasure beyond any mortal value.

Though Taixu Gate lost the Qianxue Debate, they had won something far greater.

Elder Master Xun exhaled slowly, his mind heavy with reflection.

Truly, the ancestors of Taixu Gate had bestowed their favor... recruiting the child Mo Hua all those years ago was the most pivotal decision ever made.

And deep within the valley.

This fierce clash of swords touched its final, fatal threshold.

Surrounded by more than fifty top-tier geniuses, Mo Hua stood in a hopeless, confined trap.

Watching him with cold arrogance, Shen Linsu raised his Jinlin Sword and prompted once more: "Will you choose to take your own life, or shall you expire under my blade?"

Mo Hua’s complexion was deathly pale. Yet, his expression remained eerie in its calm. He was silently ticking off the formations he had already laid, reconstructing the complex Spirit Pivot within his mind, calculating the turbulent flow of Spiritual Power, and verifying every single detail of his intricate array...

Once certain that no flaws remained, Mo Hua looked directly at Shen Linsu.

A faint, enigmatic smile touched his lips: "Nobody can claim my life while I am within my own formation..."

This cryptic smile sent a shiver of unease down his enemies' spines.

Suddenly, an inexplicable sense of impending doom blossomed in their minds.

Shen Linsu’s eyes widened. Without hesitation, he struck out with his blade. He could not say exactly what was coming, but instinct screamed that something had gone terribly wrong.

"Slay him!"

It was not only Shen Linsu. Duanmu Qing, Xiao Wuchen, and Ao Zhan simultaneously felt a warning pulse from their very bloodlines.

They had to kill Mo Hua immediately!

Duanmu Qing unleashed the Wanxiao Magic, Xiao Wuchen struck with a lethal sword art, and Ao Zhan, roaring like a bestial dragon, threw a destructive punch.

Linghu Xiao tapped into the last reserves of his energy, triggering the Chongxu Sword True Art to parry Shen Linsu's Purple Gold Jinlin Sword Qi.

But he was spent; the Chongxu Sword splintered under the weight of the Purple Gold Sword Qi. Baring his chest, he acted as a living wall, taking the brunt of the strike for Mo Hua. Meanwhile, Ouyang Shou lunged at Ao Zhan, refusing to retreat, using the last of his strength to pin his opponent down.

Ouyang Fu, nearly empty of spiritual energy, threw himself into the fray to serve as a meat shield, blocking Duanmu Qing’s lethal spells with his own body.

All the while, Ouyang Xuan clashed desperately against the onslaught of Xiao Wuchen’s Sword Qi.

He had never truly favored Mo Hua in the past.

Yet, after defending their cause until this moment, he didn't know why, but a singular, iron-clad conviction possessed his soul: Mo Hua would not fall today.

Linghu Xiao and the others were sacrificing their lives to keep Mo Hua safe.

However, despite their bravery, they were at their physical limit, and they simply could not hold back the Qianxue Four Talents.

In a single collision—within the span of a few heartbeats—they were on the precipice of total annihilation.

Just as the killing blow was about to land, Mo Hua’s gaze sharpened, and he whispered solely one command:

"Detonate!"