Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2250 Chapter 1042: Collapse!_3

They might not grasp the intricacies of the Reversed Spirit Formation or the Life-gate, but the evidence presented before them is undeniable.

Mo Hua orchestrated a devastating Formation detonation, indiscriminately obliterating every Heavenly Talent present, remaining as the sole survivor standing.

This signifies that Mo Hua currently holds the top position in the Asura Battle.

He is the ultimate victor of the Earthly Sword Debate’s final clash!

The entire Taixu Gate was stunned into absolute silence.

The Sect Leader of the Three Mountains found his hands trembling with fervor; for that moment, no words could truly encompass the depth of their astonishment.

Number one!

Not merely the top of the Eight Great Gates.

While precise tallies remain pending, Mo Hua securing first prize in the Asura Battle and accumulating such a vast windfall of victory points suggests, based on initial projections, that Taixu Gate is poised to become...

The premier entity among the Four Great Sects!

The champions of the Qianxue Debate!

This was a feat they dared not even simulate in their wildest dreams.

With this reality staring them in the face, the Sect Leader of the Three Mountains felt an overwhelming pressure in his chest, leaving him gasping for air.

The victor of Qianxue!

Within the Qianxue State Boundary, where elite geniuses congregate and prominent aristocratic families dominate, this remains the lifelong, often unfulfilled ambition of countless sects, masters, elders, and apprentices.

Even if it is merely the first place in the Earthly Sword Debate.

Provided they push forward with diligence in the upcoming Heavenly Sword Debate, that top ranking remains within their reach.

Even failing to retain the lead, they should comfortably secure their standing among the Four Great Sects.

Holding a position within the Four Great Sects grants them the ability to vie for the highest honor.

This surge of triumph, fueled by newfound fame and prosperity, threatened to shake the very foundations of the Taoist hearts of the three sect leaders, despite their centuries of dedicated Cultivation.

However, they soon regained their composure as a realization dawned upon them.

The Sword Debate... it hasn't concluded, has it?

If Mo Hua were truly the last standing, he would have secured the win and the Asura Battle would be finished.

The fact that it continues suggests... Mo Hua is not the only survivor?

The euphoria evaporated, and the Sect Leader of the Three Mountains felt a chilling dread settle in his heart.

Observing the arena, others in the crowd began to grasp this truth as well.

"Did someone else manage to survive?"

The chaotic noise began to recede, and every person turned their gaze toward the center.

As the smoke and ash drifted away and the reversed spiritual power waned, the battlefield became clearly visible.

Among the ruins of pulverized stone and jagged rubble, several silhouettes were indeed rising to their feet...

Shen Linsu appeared with an ashen face, the golden dragon markings on his skin fractured.

Duanmu Qing stood pale, her protective Jade Pendant shattered, her Dantian drained of Qi, and the Taoist Armor of Myriad Clouds utterly dissipated.

Xiao Wuchen, eyes burning with intensity, felt his inherent sword scars fail under the pressure, the Heavenly Sword in his hand losing its brilliance.

Ao Zhan had burn marks across his visage, his Battle Armor ruined, revealing steel-hard bones, his back still bearing the raw, bloody marks of the Dragon Cauldron Refining Body technique.

The Qianxue Four Talents had all endured.

In the distance, yet another figure struggled to rise; although gravely wounded and aura dim, he remained cloaked in Sword Qi, clearly prepared to engage further.

It was Ye Qingfeng, the Big Senior Brother of the Daluo Sect.

Five individuals had managed to withstand that horrific blast.

This revelation sent a fresh wave of panic through the crowd. "The Qianxue Four Talents!"

"Daluo Sect's Ye Qingfeng!"

"It is inconceivable that they actually survived..."

"Mo Hua survived because of his identity as a Formation Master, shielding himself from the blast. But the others endured purely through the strength of their own bodies..." "They are worthy of being labeled the premier Heavenly Talents of the Qianxue State Boundary!"

"Their level of Cultivation and their mastery of secret arts are truly treasures of this world..."

"The tide has shifted once again."

The onlookers muttered in amazement, showering them with nothing but praise.

Conversely, the members of Taixu Gate felt as though they had been cast into an icy abyss, their hope extinguished.

Zhang Lan, Gu Changhuai, Wenren Wan, Murong Caiyun, and Hua Qianqian all sighed, their faces etched with regret.

High atop the Sword Observation Tower, the Sect Leader of the Three Mountains uttered a bitter sigh:

"This is... fate..."

"These possess Bloodline Talents, standing at the pinnacle, beyond comparison."

"And the Four Great Sects are like towering peaks, truly insurmountable..."

"To reach this stage in the Sword Debate is already the absolute limit. If we still cannot prevail, then it truly is..."

"Everything is determined by destiny, far beyond the reach of human effort..."

Their expressions were filled with gloom.

Inside the Dongxu Hall.

The Old Ancestors of the Shen, Duanmu, Ao, and Xiao families, along with that of the Daluo Sect, felt a hidden relief.

They had come perilously close to disaster.

This Old Ancestor Xun of Taixu Gate is certainly no "simple figure."

That boy Mo Hua from Taixu Gate is a genuine Evil Monster.

To have pushed the elite disciples of their Four Great Sects to such dire straits caused these Old Ancestors significant concern...

Thankfully, luck remained on the side of the Four Great Sects.

The Old Ancestor of the Daluo Sect cast a scornful look at Elder Master Xun and scoffed:

"Formations are ultimately external trifles, notoriously unreliable."

"In a Sword Discussion, one's intrinsic power is what truly commands respect."

"Cultivation base, physical arts, spells, and swordsmanship are the true marks of a practitioner, forming the basis for combat and the entire premise of the Sword Discussion."

"Your Taixu Gate has strayed upon a misguided path. You arrive for a sword debate, yet your disciples rely entirely on formations; what absolute drivel..."

Elder Master Xun absorbed the mockery in silence, his expression unreadable as he contemplated something deep within.

Within the Sword Debate arena.

Although Shen Linsu and the rest survived, they were visibly battered, their faces mirroring their exhaustion.

They collectively leveled a lethal gaze at Mo Hua.

Mo Hua was the only cultivator in history to push them, the elite Heavenly Talents, to such a pathetic state.

The power of that prior formation explosion remained a haunting memory, leaving behind a lingering sense of terror.

Were it not for the warnings of their bloodline and their superior protective techniques,

along with the participation of fifty other Heavenly Talents who absorbed the brunt of the kinetic force, weakening the destruction,

that detonation certainly would have claimed all their lives.

Now, the surroundings lay in ruin, the mountains leveled to nothing but dirt.

Mo Hua had exhausted his formations.

A Formation Master devoid of formations is nothing more than a commoner.

At this moment, he was surely defenseless and doomed to die!

Shen Linsu aimed his blade at Mo Hua, Xiao Wuchen amassed his Sword Qi, Duanmu Qing prepared her spell seals, Ao Zhan invoked his Dragon Cauldron Strength, and Ye Qingfeng activated his Unity Sword.

The five supreme Heavenly Talents coordinated their assault, pouring all their lethal techniques directly at Mo Hua.

The cultivators viewing from beyond the arena stood aghast at the sight. These were the five most formidable talents in the Qianxue State Boundary, now engaging in a five-on-one match.

Across the Four Sects and Eight Gates, perhaps only Mo Hua could ever merit such a prestigious execution.

Standing against the onslaught of these five powerful disciples, Mo Hua’s expression remained untroubled.

He questioned them softly:

"The five of you were all aboard that vessel, weren't you?"

His words, delivered like a bolt of lightning from a clear sky, were ice-cold.

No one dared to provide an answer.

However, the expressions of Shen Linsu and his peers shifted visibly.

Their faces hardened with coldness, fury, and an even more blatant intent to kill.

They desired nothing more than to tear Mo Hua limb from limb.

Mo Hua let out a soft sigh.

He had suspected that the "Young Master" was hidden among these five. Identifying exactly who he was among them was impossible for Mo Hua, but at this stage, it mattered little.

Regardless, the outcome would remain constant...

Mo Hua rose slowly to his feet.

While seated, he had played the role of a cryptic Formation Master holding total control, dictating fates and wielding ink like a primordial dragon to demolish his foes. But as he stood, his aura underwent a complete metamorphosis; his eyes grew piercing, his demeanor turning icy, much like a sword drawn from its sheath after years in the shadows. He surveyed his surroundings with an imposing presence, a sovereign Azure Dragon gazing down upon the mortal coil.

Mo Hua pronounced with disdain and a chilling arrogance: "I possess a sword; once it is released, all of you shall perish!"