Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2251 Chapter 1043: Sever!

Observing from the Sword Observation Tower, the Master of Hundred Flower Valley felt a harrowing pang in her chest upon seeing Mo Hua in this state. Her eyes welled with moisture, leaving her struggling to draw breath.

Inside the Tian Shu chamber, the Supervisor stared at Mo Hua, who radiated a haughty, world-conquering aura. The Supervisor was caught off guard, deeply unsettled, as he struggled to recall which figure from his past "youth" Mo Hua resembled.

Within the sword discussion arena, Mo Hua’s tone was profoundly arrogant, casting a disdainful gaze upon his opponents. Even Shen Linsu and his peers, who typically viewed the common masses with innate contempt, were driven into a frenzy of rage.

Shen Linsu sneered back, his voice dripping with malice: "If you had resorted to this sword earlier, would it not have been better for ending the lives of the five of us?"

Mo Hua replied with icy contempt, "The might of this blade is boundless. Had I unleashed it sooner, all those secondary, mediocre fighters would have perished alongside you."

"My sword does not condescend to strike the mediocre; only the lot of you are worthy of dying by its edge."

A surge of boiling blood rushed to Shen Linsu’s head. Even Duanmu Qing, Xiao Wuchen, and Ao Zhan were incited by such blatant disrespect, their eyes beginning to burn with hateful fury.

"Very well..." Shen Linsu laughed, consumed by rage. "Today, I intend to see exactly how you unleash this strike."

"Let us see how a Formation Master devoid of a blade intends to cut down the five greatest prodigies of Qianxue."

Mo Hua nodded faintly. "Then you had best keep your eyes peeled, observe with absolute focus, and make sure..."

A chilling, eerie quality crept into Mo Hua’s voice, "...that you do not blink."

Without a moment’s hesitation, he channeled his profound intent, his gaze turning fathomless as he slowly pressed his fingers to the space between his brows.

Outside the arena, the spectators witnessed this bizarre gesture and could only knit their brows in confusion.

"What is Mo Hua planning?"

"What is the point of this?"

"Does he truly intend to slay the five great prodigies of Qianxue? That’s impossible, he must have lost his mind!"

"The formation has been depleted; how could he possibly land a killing blow?"

The Elders and disciples of the Taixu Gate exchanged puzzled, uneasy glances, completely lost as to Mo Hua’s intentions. Only Xun Ziyou suddenly realized the truth, his pupils dilating in sudden recognition.

He recalled this very action from Mo Hua’s past. He also remembered the third-grade Golden Core Realm pig monster in the Refining Demon Mountain—a beast that, despite showing no external wounds, had suddenly fallen dead before Mo Hua...

A chill climbed up Xun Ziyou's spine, and his entire frame began to tremble uncontrollably.

Within the Heaven Void Hall of the Sword Observation Tower, the gathered Heaven Void Ancestors frowned, mirrored by a profound shock in their hearts. Though they were beings of the Heaven Void level and forbidden from interfering with the disciples' sword discussion past the fifth-grade formation, they could still sense the shifting atmosphere through the barrier.

Mo Hua possessed frail flesh, limited spiritual energy, and a shallow foundation in sword dao. Furthermore, he carried no sword qi, nor did he wield any spirit sword. What manner of technique could such a junior possibly possess? What strange trick was this boy pulling?

Then, in a single heartbeat, a sea-like abyss of aura erupted from Mo Hua. An ancient, profound sword intent began to climb.

Feeling this specific intent, all the Heaven Void Ancestors were visibly stunned.

"This energy is..."

Some Ancestors who specialized in Sword Dao sensed it and immediately blanched, turning to look at Elder Master Xun with absolute disbelief: "Is this the Taixu Gate’s... Divine Thought into sword technique?!"

The mere mention of it caused the color to drain from the faces of every Heaven Void Ancestor present. As individuals who had lived for countless years, how could they be ignorant of such a legendary, terrifying name? The Taixu Gate’s forbidden secret, the Taixu Mind Transforming Sword True Jue! Was this boy from the Taixu Gate truly manifesting a nearly extinct, world-shaking forbidden technique? How could this be possible? The technique was a core pillar of the sect, notoriously difficult to master, and fraught with the risk of spiritual erasure upon the slightest misstep. How could a mere Foundation Establishment disciple have learned it, and who would have dared to teach it to him?

Even these seasoned, stoic Ancestors found themselves internally reeling. Elder Master Xun also frowned, his internal peace shattered. His greatest anxiety had manifested: Mo Hua had actually inherited the Divine Thought into sword True Jue. It could only have been taught by his senior brother—that enigmatic figure trapped between humanity and demonhood. Now, Mo Hua had become the sole living successor of this forbidden technique. Elder Master Xun trembled, caught in an agonizing conflict of regret and pride.

Soon, other ancestors identified a grave crisis. An elder stood up, shouting in terror: "Disaster! The fifth-grade Mount of Tao formation offers no defense against attacks on the soul!"

"Hurry! Stop him!"

"Under no circumstances must he be allowed to complete this strike!"

Faced with the Divine Thought into sword True Jue, all physical strength and spiritual power are rendered trivial. Regardless of one’s spiritual root or bodily vigor, if the Taoist Heart is not pristine and the divine thought not perfectly solid, resistance against the erasure of the Taixu Sword Intent is impossible. This meant he could truly claim lives within the Dao Discussion Formation.

The Heaven Void Ancestors scrambled to intervene, attempting to bypass the fifth-grade formation to halt Mo Hua, but their efforts were futile. Their power struck the formation and was instantly dissipated into the void, absorbed by the intricate, flowing patterns. The fifth-grade Mount of Tao formation strictly forbade outside intervention, even from the most powerful Ancestors.

Inside the arena, as Mo Hua’s sword intent soared, Shen Linsu and his companions were suddenly seized by a primal, warning instinct, a visceral fear rattling their very bloodlines.