The Quest for Immortality Chapter 2239: Five Elements Source Armor (2)

"Facing thirty against more than a hundred, there is simply no way to win."

"The formations of Mo Hua appear quite flashy and intimidating, yet they somehow seem... useless?"

"Perhaps it is merely a desperate move taken under these urgent circumstances."

"Indeed..."

These murmurs reached the Elders of the Ten Thousand Formations Sect.

The elders remained silent, though a seed of doubt sprouted within them.

On one front, they considered Mo Hua’s formation choice somewhat ill-suited for the situation.

Conversely, they could not shake the feeling that his formations served a deeper purpose, one far more complex than their superficial appearance suggested.

Despite his youth, Mo Hua radiated an aura that felt entirely bottomless.

What exactly was his true objective?

Even as accomplished Elders of Formation Arts, having dedicated their entire lives to studying the craft, they were left utterly confused.

...

Within the sword discussion arena, the likes of Shi Tiangang and Qin Cangliu were also gripped by unease.

The dread they harbored toward Mo Hua was deeply genuine.

Consequently, even though Mo Hua had restricted his hand to a mere Trapping Formation to box them into the valley,

And despite boasting triple the manpower of the Taixu Gate, they dared not act with arrogance while inside his formation.

Mo Hua, the Formation Leader, was far from ordinary.

No one could even begin to fathom what he might be capable of pulling off with his formations.

Everyone compulsively spread their Divine Sense, scrubbing the valley over and over until they were certain no other formations were hidden besides the Trapping Formation locking them in, at which point they felt some relief.

Mo Hua was a master of formations, and the Taixu Gate relied on them as well.

With formations in play, they were formidable rivals.

Stripped of their formations, however, the Taixu Gate would be nothing more than a toothless tiger—imposing in appearance but hollow inside, posing no real threat.

Seeing only a mountain-sealing Trapping Formation and no signs of an ambush, they felt certain that, with a hundred warriors against thirty, the Taixu Gate stood no hope of victory.

"Are we permitted to kill?"

Wild thoughts surged through their minds.

At this moment, a figure stepped forward, burning with malice as he locked eyes with Mo Hua. It was Ye Zhiyuan of the Daluo Sect.

As a prodigy of sword control for the Daluo Sect, he had been humiliated when Mo Hua’s Flying Sword defeated him, turning him into a laughingstock. Now, facing his nemesis, his eyes were bloodshot with hatred.

Pointing at Mo Hua, Ye Zhiyuan spat with venom:

"Mo Hua! Ever since my previous defeat, I have endured the agony of bitter cultivation for my Daluo Sword Control. Today, I shall wash away my disgrace in a single battle and take your head with one strike of my blade!"

These words ignited the long-smoldering hatred of the others.

They were all titled geniuses of Qianxue; who among them hadn't at some point been humbled by Mo Hua’s fireballs, water prisons, concealment tactics, or formation traps?

In an instant, emotions reached a boiling point, swords were unsheathed, and the collective aggression turned toward Mo Hua.

"Kill Mo Hua!"

"Whoever ends him shall be our Alliance Hierarch!"

As the crowd roared, a Flying Sword streaked through the air, morphing into a torrent of Sword Qi aimed directly for Mo Hua’s neck.

It was Ye Zhiyuan’s Daluo Flying Sword Control.

Just as the sword threatened to strike Mo Hua, five hulking men lunged forward, their Giant Swords swinging in a synchronized arc, intercepting the attack with overwhelming power.

Though the Flying Sword failed to claim its prize, the battle had officially begun.

Geniuses from the Four Sects and Seven Gates charged, some drawing blades, others casting spells, and some relying purely on the durability of their Vajra bodies as they rushed the Taixu Gate.

Over a hundred geniuses launched their assault in unison, their Spiritual Power surging like a tidal wave—a truly terrifying momentum.

Yet, the Taixu Gate stood solemn and ready.

Mo Hua looked upon the charging sea of foes with an indifferent expression, his eyes flashing with a cold, sharp edge.

Even when cornered by the elites of the Four Sects and Seven Gates, his objective remained far beyond mere defense.

Defense would never win him the top spot.

His goal was total annihilation.

"Kill!"

Mo Hua commanded, his voice calm and detached.

This single word acted like a switch, unlocking the Ultimate Formation he had seized from the Five Elements Sect:

Five Elements Source Formation, activate!

The armor and Taoist robes worn by the Taixu Gate disciples suddenly pulsed with a dazzling, piercing five-colored radiance.

The formation, anchored by Mo Hua’s Divine Sense, synchronized perfectly with the Blood Qi and Spiritual Power of the Taixu disciples.

As his Divine Sense guided the flow, the strength of the Five Elements was amplified tenfold.

The disciples felt their Blood Qi and Spiritual Power erupting.

An immense, divine energy washed over them, stimulating their meridians and igniting their Spiritual Power as if they were possessed by heavenly might.

"Kill!"

In a heartbeat, the Taixu Gate’s killing intent boiled over, their murderous aura painting the sky like a rainbow.

The Tai’a Five Brothers acted as the vanguard, while Cheng Mo, Ouyang Xuan, and Situ Jian closed the gap for the kill.

Yang Qianjun and his companions formed a troop of Taoist Soldiers to provide support.

Linghu Xiao held the formation steady, preparing to unleash the Chongxu Sword True Art.

Sticking to their pre-arranged strategy, they established a battle line to meet the frenzied charge of the hundred-plus geniuses.

The initial collision between the two sides was like a celestial thunderbolt crashing into earthly flames, erupting with devastating fluctuations.

Yet, that brief clash was only the prelude.

What happened next was even more shocking.

The geniuses of the Four Sects and Seven Gates, despite their overwhelming numbers, crumbled instantly against the brute force of the Taixu Gate assault.

Surrounded by the shimmering Five Elements Radiance, the Taixu disciples tore through the enemy lines as easily as a blade through rotting wood.

The already massive Tai’a Five Brothers surged with new power, their battle-auras taking on the look of demons. They wielded their Giant Swords like the bloody cleavers of the Purgatory, and any genius of the Four Sects and Seven Gates who showed even a sliver of carelessness found themselves sent to the Underworld.

Meanwhile, Linghu Xiao’s Taoist robe flickered with the crystalline, churning hues of deep waters.

This was Mo Hua’s handiwork; after acquiring the Chongxu Sword True Art from Mount Chongxu, he had carefully modified the Five Elements Water Moon Source Robe to mirror the essence of that very sword technique.

Tailored specifically, the robe pushed Linghu Xiao’s Sword Qi to an even more terrifying level.

The total might of the Chongxu Sword True Art was now fully unleashed.

Beneath his blade, the Sword Qi moved with the ethereal grace of water shadows and the chilling light of the moon, sweeping through the ranks and slaying over twenty geniuses in one go, inciting genuine panic among the enemy.