The Quest for Immortality Chapter 2217: Blood of the Qilin (3)

Cheng Mo and Situ Jian didn't dare to confront it directly.

The outer city gates had been broken through, forcing Taixu Gate to pull back relentlessly toward the inner city.

The inner city's walls rose high, where above the gate, vibrant five-colored spiritual power flowed, as formation patterns glowed with profound advanced radiance.

Not fewer than five arrays, Five Elements defensive variety, Second Grade Nineteen Patterns High-Level Formation.

And on the city walls, Mo Hua was seated on the ground, his face showing a touch of gravity.

Before him rested three Tai’a Spirit Swords meant for divine sense manipulation, designed for distant strikes.

Divided by a single wall, the two sides stood in opposition.

One held a premier sect, elite bloodline prodigy, Jinlin Bloodline Swordsmanship.

The opposing force featured the Formation Leader, Second Grade High-Level Formation, plus the unusual divine sense sword technique.

A sense of tension gripped everyone's minds.

They realized that the true sword discussion was only now commencing.

Taixu Gate, striving for a spot among the Four Great Sects, was bound to battle desperately.

The longstanding grudge between Qian Taoist Sect and Taixu Gate would be resolved in this clash.

This sword discussion was something all had anticipated with bated breath.

However, what followed proved disappointing.

Qian Taoist Sect, particularly Shen Linsu, proved overwhelmingly powerful.

In contrast, Taixu Gate seemed "vulnerable and feeble"...

The Taixu Gate disciples failed to withstand Shen Linsu.

Mo Hua’s formations, along with his "sword control" technique, yielded no real results.

His flying sword, guided by divine sense, lifted in front of him; with a flick from Mo Hua’s finger, it shot out, leaving a faint trail of light, aiming directly at Shen Linsu’s vital heart area.

This flying sword moved with speed, precision, and force.

Yet this wasn't Mo Hua's initial attempt at sword control.

The mechanics of his sword control had already been documented meticulously and analyzed repeatedly.

Even countermeasures had been developed in depth by the Daoist Law Elders, constantly refining the "Rules for Mo Hua Sword Control Chapter".

Sword control depends largely on the element of "surprise".

The greater the surprise, the tougher it is to defend, amplifying the flying sword's destructive power.

On the flip side, if it's foreseen and prepared for, the danger of remote "assassination" via sword control drops sharply.

This holds especially true against a supreme prodigy like Shen Linsu.

Mo Hua’s flying sword, midway through its path, was sensed by Shen Linsu.

Shen Linsu’s face stayed calm, as he swung his longsword, unleashing a Purple Gold Sword Qi that sliced toward and blocked Mo Hua’s flying sword.

The flying sword detonated on collision.

However, Mo Hua’s flying sword was incredibly swift, closing to within a hundred feet of Shen Linsu before the blast.

As the flying sword burst, the sword array triggered its own destruction, sending out sword qi propelled forward, together with fragments of the broken spirit sword, enveloping Shen Linsu in the chaos.

But once the dust settled, Shen Linsu stood unscathed.

A shield of spiritual power enveloped his form.

Upon his skin, subtle golden arcane patterns wove together, gleaming momentarily.

The Qilin Bloodline shielded him.

The leftover sword qi from the sword control's detonation failed to harm Shen Linsu in the slightest, unable to pierce his golden patterns.

Mo Hua’s subsequent two sword control efforts met the same fate, repelled by Shen Linsu.

Nor could Mo Hua’s formations halt Shen Linsu’s advance.

The Second Grade Nineteen Patterns High-Level Formation was certainly formidable, yet it suited Foundation Establishment cultivators, including typical Foundation Establishment prodigies.

Elite prodigies were a different story.

In particular, Shen Linsu’s sword qi, empowered by his bloodline, nearly rivaled "Golden Core" strength.

The potent Purple Gold Sword Qi hammered at Mo Hua’s formations time and again.

The arrays quaked, their patterns faded, and the city gate shuddered nonstop.

Moreover, Shen Linsu’s spiritual power flowed like an boundless sea, without pause.

In the end, every one of Mo Hua’s advanced formations fell to Shen Linsu’s assaults.

The city gates crumbled, breaking apart into pieces.

Qian Taoist Sect surged into the inner city, closing in on the City Lord statue.

Cheng Mo and his companions clenched their teeth in resistance, yet they couldn't match these Qian Taoist Sect prodigies.

Before long, Cheng Mo, Situ Jian, Ouyang Xuan—all fell one after another, "dying" in the fray.

Linghu Xiao, after enduring multiple sword discussion clashes, had seen his sword skills and resolve evolve.

With his enhanced abilities, he managed to exchange a few blows directly with Shen Linsu.

Still, it was evidently insufficient.

It wasn't long before Linghu Xiao also yielded, struck down by a Purple Qi Jinlin Sword Move, meeting his end...

This lopsided sword discussion turned out profoundly tragic.

At this point, only Mo Hua remained from Taixu Gate.

With features as refined as jade, Shen Linsu advanced leisurely toward Mo Hua.

Mo Hua gazed back at him with composure.

For the first time, the pair stood face-to-face in the sword discussion arena.

Though locked in intense combat, Shen Linsu’s spiritual energy stayed plentiful, his presence enduring, his expression steady, his eyes bearing a trace of superiority that dominated all.

Up to now, he hadn't uttered a single word throughout the sword discussion.

But now, confronted solely by Mo Hua, Shen Linsu’s cool gaze softened slightly as he parted his lips to declare:

"Is this your formation?"

"Is this your sword control?"

"Is this the legacy of your Taixu Gate?"

"Is this... your strength?"

"With just this, you come for a sword discussion?"

"Put in some small effort, use some underhanded tricks, winning against those ordinary talents, does it make you happy?"

Mo Hua stayed quiet, offering no reply.

Disdain flickered across Shen Linsu’s features, "Enough, it’s like playing the lute to a cow..."

His tone was even, but laced with a cutting edge, "Without sufficient calibre, you can’t rise above."

"The position among the Four Great Sects is not something your Taixu Gate can covet."

"The sword discussion conference is not where you belong; you might as well go be the Formation Leader, draw your formations..."

"Now..."

Shen Linsu lifted his long sword, its tip cloaked in purple gold sword aura, pointed straight at the space between Mo Hua’s brows, "Will you die by yourself, or prefer to fall under my sword?"