The Quest for Immortality Chapter 2276: Massacre (part 2)

The air within the cave felt oppressively thick.

Cheng Mo together with Taixu Gate disciples waited in tense anticipation, fearing Mo Hua could face any danger.

Disciples from other sects also harbored concerns for Mo Hua's well-being right now.

Truth be told, their worry stemmed not from care for Mo Hua, but from dread that his absence would trap them forever in this massive formation.

In the midst of this fraught tension, a silhouette flickered through the void, and Mo Hua materialized.

All inwardly released a breath of relief.

Situ Jian questioned, "Junior Brother, how did it go?"

Mo Hua gave a nod, "I’ve basically grasped the layout..."

He produced a sheet of paper, sketched a basic diagram, and marked a path, "This spot holds the core passage of the formation. It ends in a chamber housing seventy or eighty Evil Formation Masters, who are etching an evil formation..."

All were taken aback, "Butcher them all?"

Mo Hua affirmed with a nod, "Eliminate every last one, leave none alive!"

Mo Hua hadn’t forgotten the wisdom imparted by the late "Mr. Pi" within the Solitary Mountain tomb:

"Whatever the task, it’s ideal to have just one Formation Master in any group."

"And ideally, that Formation Master is yourself."

Among disciples of the Four Sects and Eight Gates Twelve Streams, Formation Masters existed too.

Yet these were mere regular disciples unfamiliar with grand formations, posing no risk to him.

Mr. Tu’s Evil Formation Masters, however, stood apart and could prove a serious threat.

Had these Evil Formation Masters never crossed paths with him, all would be well.

But since they had, misfortune had befallen them across eight lifetimes.

Best to wipe them out completely, or at least as many as possible.

The fewer Evil Formation Masters remaining, the lesser the danger he faced.

Righteousness clashes with evil, and rivals lurk among those in the same craft.

With such karmic ties binding them, these Evil Formation Masters courted their own doom.

"Move in secrecy, strike swiftly and mercilessly for kills," Mo Hua declared gravely, "These Evil Formation Masters bear grave sins, aiding the wicked overlord—they deserve death."

"Success in slaying these Evil Formation Masters decides if we can quell the Evil Path Great Formation and survive our escape."

Mo Hua’s face grew stern.

Most Heavenly Pride disciples, grasping the stakes, nodded solemnly.

A handful of arrogant Heavenly Prides, however, dismissed the gravity.

Mo Hua understood personalities varied—some required coaxing, others reverse psychology.

Mo Hua spoke coldly once more:

"As Heavenly Prides of mighty Great Sects, surely you won’t falter against seventy or eighty Evil Formation Masters?"

"Don’t force me to despise you."

Now, every Heavenly Pride locked eyes intently, faces turning resolute.

None wished to lose honor, nor tolerate disdain from Mo Hua.

Already bested by him, such scorn would be an unbearable shame.

"Excellent."

Mo Hua nodded, then displayed the map to strategize and assign roles.

Arrangements complete, Mo Hua ventured first into the cave, purging hidden evil spirits once more to leave no oversights.

Next, he shattered formation patterns along the core passage, melted stone barriers, carved out routes, and erected silencing and concealment formations nearby to mask their presence.

Stealth and ambush, scouting the foe, then drawing the "wolf" into the trap.

Mo Hua handled such tactics effortlessly, honed from childhood through endless practice, flawless even blindfolded.

At last, Mo Hua wielded Divine Sense to guide ink, silently inscribing a "Divine Mist Formation" at the hall’s entrance, blocking sound, spirits, and even Divine Sense scans.

Thus, the hall became fully sealed off from the outside.

Even the four Golden Core Evil Formation Masters found themselves excluded.

For a brief window, no one would detect events within the hall.

With preparations set, Mo Hua gave the "slaughter command."

Hundreds of Heavenly Pride disciples from Four Sects and Eight Gates Twelve Streams trailed Mo Hua’s secret paths straight to the core hall, positioning covertly in corners and sealing every exit.

At Mo Hua’s signal, the massacre erupted.

The hall’s once-calm interior exploded like "heavenly troops descending," as Qianxue Sect’s genius disciples surged forth in a blink.

Then came masterful Water and Fire Five Elements techniques, refined Four Sects and Eight Gates sword arts, and lethal spiritual artifact barrages—Hundred Flowers Needles, Money Darts, flying blades, sleeve arrows—paired with body cultivation assaults like Vajra, mountain rock, savage tiger, or Azure Dragon, unleashed through devastating punches and kicks...

Disciples of Four Sects and Eight Gates Twelve Streams carried prestigious inheritances.

These elite Heavenly Prides unveiled their varied, masterful skills, slaying with ruthless efficiency and overwhelming might.

Safeguarded by the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation, the Evil Formation Masters toiling on evil formations in this "impregnable" core hall never dreamed their outer barriers held firm while foes breached their sanctum.

Blindsided, Evil Formation Masters fell one by one to spells, swords, and fists—torn apart by sword qi, incinerated by infernos, or pierced through the chest by iron fists, perishing horribly on the spot...

Good triumphs over evil in due course.

These vile Evil Formation Masters now faced their "just deserts."

A few sharp-witted Evil Formation Masters, sensing the ambush at onset, swiftly mutilated themselves—severing fingers, biting tongues, gouging eyes, or ripping open bellies... desperately invoking taboos to ignite blood qi and trigger escape evil formations.