The Quest for Immortality Chapter 2243: The Sinister Formation Master (3)

They understood perfectly that Junior Brother desired a swift resolution to the conflict.

Kill!

The five brothers of Tai’a roared in unison. With battle spirits surging and their Spiritual Power boiling over like five vengeful Demon Gods, they swung their massive blades to begin the final massacre.

Enveloped in the Water Element Source Robe and bolstered by the lunar influence of the Water Moon, Linghu Xiao initiated his sword-charging technique, pushing the potency of the Chongxu Sword to its peak.

The remaining disciples of Taixu Gate surged forward, their unstoppable momentum closing the net around their foes.

Simultaneously, Mo Hua’s Divine Sense Control Ink began to weave through the battlefield, synchronizing perfectly with the Formation.

Talented cultivators from the four Sects and seven Gates began to fall in quick succession.

Song Kui of the Sever Gold Sect was pierced through by the spear of Yang Qianjun; Qin Cangliu from the Gui Water Sect was cut down by the Sword Qi of Linghu Xiao; Feng Zichen of the Carefree Sect, drained by the long engagement, found himself cornered by the combined offense of Situ Jian and Cheng Mo before ultimately perishing under the blade of Ouyang Xuan; and Shi Tiangang of the Vajra Sect was crushed in the chaotic flurry of the Tai’a brothers’ swords.

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With these elite talents of the Eight Great Gates reduced to corpses, the rank-and-file disciples were left defenseless, meeting a swift and total annihilation.

Every single disciple belonging to the Four Sects and Seven Gates who had entered the valley was wiped out.

The entire gorge had been cleansed.

This marked the public debut of Mo Hua’s Five Elements Source Armor.

And in this inaugural display of slaughter, it helped Taixu Gate secure a victory against impossible odds, eliminating over a hundred elite practitioners from Qianxue.

Outside the Sword Discussion arena, a deathly silence descended.

Observing cultivators were stunned, their hearts seized by fear.

"They killed them all..."

"Taixu Gate, with a mere thirty members, slaughtered over a hundred experts from the Four Sects and Seven Gates, including the top-tier talents of the Eight Great Gates?!"

Is this truly Taixu Gate?

Is this really the Formation Leader Mo Hua?!

How utterly ruthless...

Disbelieving gasps rippled through the onlookers.

Only now did they realize they had fundamentally misread this Sword Discussion from the outset.

This was never a case of the Four Sects and Seven Gates "besieging" Taixu Gate.

It was a calculated "counter-siege" orchestrated by Taixu Gate against the Four Sects and Seven Gates!

Taixu Gate had never prioritized defense; their objective had been slaughter all along!

And they had demonstrated the power to back it up.

In this brutal clash, Taixu Gate united under the protection of the Five Elements Source Armor and the Formation, dealing damage so terrifying it rivaled the output of the Four Great Sects.

Every witness was profoundly shocked.

Those who previously looked down on Taixu Gate could not help but show respect now, while those who had ridiculed Mo Hua felt the sting of shame on their faces.

The entire membership of Taixu Gate, from Elders to disciples, felt their blood boil with ecstasy as they watched Mo Hua’s triumph.

Even the Sect Leaders of the Three Mountains were exhilarated, feeling that this battle had brought them immense prestige and honor.

Conversely, the Sect Leaders of the other Seven Gates wore expressions as dark as boiling cauldrons.

Even some of the Sect Ancestors began to furrow their brows in unmistakable displeasure...

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Inside the arena, the Sword Discussion pressed onward.

Taixu Gate continued to utilize the Five Elements Source Armor and Mo Hua’s Formations to pin down the remains of the hundred-strong enemy force.

Although the intense combat appeared complex and chaotic, the entirety of the conflict had unfolded in under an hour.

While the talents within the valley were being culled, those outside remained trapped, constantly striking at the Sealing Mountain Formation Mo Hua had erected.

However, the terrain was restrictive.

This layout had been reinforced with a Third Grade Array by the Elder from the Mount of Tao, fearing Mo Hua’s "trickery," making it difficult for them to bypass.

Consequently, the mountain could only accommodate a limited number of attackers at once.

Furthermore, Mo Hua’s Compound Formation—a top-tier Second Grade creation—was integrated seamlessly with the landscape, drawing power directly from the earth itself.

So long as the likes of Shen Linsu and the other Qianxue Four Talents held back, breaking the formation proved nearly impossible.

Thus, the disciples from the Four Sects and Seven Gates outside could only watch in helplessness as their companions were butchered by Taixu Gate.

The sight was as tragic as it was horrifying for those trapped on the periphery.

A cold dread took root in their hearts, and none dared to attempt another breach.

Even if they broke the formation, then what?

Would they simply charge in to be slaughtered to the last man by Mo Hua and his crew?

They had seen the brutality of the slaughter inside clearly.

The current combat effectiveness of Taixu Gate was terrifying.

The Giant Swords of the Tai’a brothers harvested lives by the dozen, striking fear into all who beheld them.

That was not even accounting for the Sword Dao prodigy Linghu Xiao or the Formation master Mo Hua.

Renowned figures like Shi Tiangang and Qin Cangliu had been cut down one by one, so what hope did a regular disciple have?

At this moment, their survival was not due to superior strength, but merely the luck of having remained outside the valley, isolated by the Compound Formation.

Had they stepped into that valley, they would have already been corpses.

With this thought, the external forces instinctively recoiled.

The entrance to the valley now appeared as the "Gate of Hell"—an entrance that promised only death.

In their eyes, Mo Hua had become the "Little Yama" presiding over the realm of the afterlife.

Amidst the eerie atmosphere, things quieted down.

The remaining talents of the Four Sects and Seven Gates dared not move.

Inside the valley, Mo Hua and his allies finally took a moment to breathe.

Yet, Mo Hua remained focused on his primary objective:

"Retrieve every Storage Bag and bring them to me."

This was the entire reason for annihilating these hundred talents.

He needed to plunder their wealth.

At the Sword Discussion Conference, the storage bags of elite talents were treasure troves of Spiritual Artifacts, formation media, pills, Spirit Stones, and high-quality Spiritual Ink.

Spirit Stones and Spiritual Ink were of particular importance to Mo Hua.

Due to the strictly controlled resources available at the Sword Discussion, the disciples of Taixu Gate lacked enough supplies to fuel Mo Hua’s requirements.

To establish more Formations, he needed more ink; to drive them, he needed massive amounts of Spirit Stones.

The only way to acquire these essentials was to "slaughter" enough targets to harvest a bounty of bags.

Only with sufficient resources could he continue his grand plan for constructing ever more complex Formations.

This was what one might call sustaining a war through war.

His plan was now halfway to fruition: the necessary stones and ink were in his hands.

Mo Hua prepared for the next phase of his scheme.

His goal was simple: draw, draw, and draw some more, until every square inch of the valley was covered in his patterns.

Mo Hua meditated briefly to recover his Divine Sense before returning to his work.

Streams of Spiritual Ink danced under his command, winding through the valley, condensing into intricate lines until new Formations began to coalesce...

Outside the valley, Shen Linsu, who had remained cold and detached throughout the slaughter, suddenly felt a spike of unease.

He furrowed his brow, his gaze sharpening with a chilling intensity.

A strange, inexplicable sense of dread had begun to take hold of him...