The Quest for Immortality Chapter 2277: Massacre (part 3)

Yet, not a single move by them evaded Mo Hua’s Divine Sense.

Mo Hua flicked his finger, unleashing a barrage of fireballs like blazing rain, disrupting the schemes of these Evil Formation Masters.

A few Evil Formation Masters shot furious glares toward Mo Hua, boldly meeting his gaze.

Little did they realize that such defiance was nothing short of seeking their own doom.

Mo Hua stood still, his eyes flashing with golden light as the Seven Souls Tai Xu Sword Prison unleashed, striking fear into their Divine Souls and paralyzing them in terror.

Amid the battlefield frenzy, Heavenly Pride from the other sects seized the moment to cut down these Evil Formation Masters with swift sword strokes.

Certain Evil Formation Masters, skilled in array arts, somehow triggered the Evil Formation through mysterious means.

Blood pooled across the floor, calling forth white bones that assembled into a formation.

A cluster of Evil Formation Masters banded together, hiding behind the Evil Formation while reorganizing their ranks to fend off the Heavenly Pride’s attacks.

But the very next instant, golden and fiery spiritual ink snaked across the ground, swiftly crafting a top-tier Second Grade Killing Formation—the radiant Earthfire Compound Formation—that enveloped the Evil Formation Masters in a vastly superior and mightier array.

Soon after, the Killing Formation exploded into action.

Golden radiance pulverized the white bones, while Earthfire incinerated the blood.

The White Bone Evil Formation crumbled apart.

These Evil Formation Masters, witnessing such astonishing formation mastery for the first time, wore faces of sheer horror as Qianxue’s Genius descended upon them with deadly strikes, capitalizing on the chaos...

...

In this way, a brutal and hidden "massacre" of the Evil Formation Masters unfolded in the vast hall, all under Mo Hua’s precise guidance and oversight.

Shortly, the clashes ended.

The hall, once stained red by the Evil Formation, now brimmed with even more corpses, rivers of blood surging forth.

Yet this time, the spilled blood belonged not to blameless cultivators, but to these villainous Evil Formation Masters who served the tyrants.

Almost eighty Evil Formation Masters lay utterly eradicated.

Mr. Tu, after countless hours, schemes, and painstaking training to build this vast force of Evil Formation Masters, saw them all obliterated in one decisive strike by Mo Hua and Qianxue’s Genius—not a single survivor.

It was a thorough, rapid, utterly lopsided extermination.

Though it looked gruesome, the killing proved remarkably straightforward.

The Heavenly Pride from the Four Sects and Twelve Streams gazed at the annihilated Evil Formation Masters, feeling stunned and bewildered.

Deep down, they understood that despite felling these Evil Formation Masters like chopping vegetables,

These foes weren’t truly "useless."

Far from it—these Evil Formation Masters were cunning and ruthless, armed with devious tricks that could spell endless peril if fully unleashed.

Without Mo Hua’s prior scouting and meticulous planning, employing formations for concealment and spells for backup, victory might come, but at the cost of heavy casualties and far less ease...

Mo Hua had foreseen every detail, set up all arrays, anticipated all variables—they just had to strike at the perfect moments and spots.

No need to fret over anything else.

If surprises arose, Mo Hua would warn them.

For ambushes, Mo Hua would foil them.

Against formations, Mo Hua would dismantle them.

Even facing stubborn foes, a mere "glance" from Mo Hua made them ripe for the kill.

It was truly as simple as breathing.

The Heavenly Pride Disciples marveled inwardly:

So this is the sensation of fighting alongside Mo Hua?

It’s a universe away from clashing against him.

And the fate of those who opposed Mo Hua...

They glanced once more at the slain Evil Formation Masters, blood pooling thickly, and shivered in their cores.

Maybe these Evil Formation Masters perished precisely because they challenged Mo Hua.

They met their ends without grasping how they fell...

Qianxue’s Heavenly Pride fell quiet for a beat, chills creeping into their limbs.

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Meanwhile, oblivious to their inner turmoil, Mo Hua had already started methodically handling the "cleanup":

"Stay vigilant—always deliver a finishing blow after the melee."

"Ensure none are overlooked; use spells or sword qi to confirm they’re truly gone if needed."

"Then, gather their storage bags."

"Don’t forget Formation Diagrams or Formation Books either."

"Some demons hide storage in bones or teeth, so inspect thoroughly—crush teeth and snap bones if anything feels off."

"The heart might hold forged magic treasures, so open and check it..."

...

Mo Hua shared freely, imparting his hard-earned "know-how."

The sect’s Heavenly Pride were stunned by his directives.

They eyed the refined, pale-skinned Mo Hua with his picturesque eyes, a deeper chill settling in their hearts.

Mo Hua frowned and urged, "What are you standing around for? Get to it..."

They were deep in the Evil Path Great Formation; time was precious, and who knew when surprises or powerful foes might strike.

Why waste moments gawking instead of looting every instant?

These Four Sects and Twelve Streams disciples seemed devoid of any haste...

Mo Hua pondered silently.

As they chatted, Taixu Gate disciples adhered to Mo Hua’s guidance, relentlessly "finishing off," "looting," prying teeth, snapping bones, and slicing open chests for hidden treasures...

After all, as Taixu Gate members who’d spent time around this Junior Brother Mo Hua, they carried some practical savvy.

The other sect disciples, after a brief hush, sighed in resignation and mimicked the Taixu Gate folks, following Mo Hua’s commands to ransack the Evil Formation Masters on site.

Sure enough, a few Evil Formation Masters were "playing dead."

One had employed a "turtle breathing" technique, blending under corpses and blood qi, evading all notice.

But upon "finishing off," the truth emerged.

The Evil Formation Master took a sword through the chest, heart nearly torn out; unable to bear it, he sprang up for a counterattack, only to be trapped by Mo Hua’s Water Prison Technique and chopped down by the others.

From that point, every sect’s Heavenly Pride trusted Mo Hua’s advice completely.

They zealously applied his "finishing blow" protocols and looted meticulously as directed.

They even performed "mutual" checks.

Every Evil Formation Master endured at least three Heavenly Pride from different sects delivering killing strikes and thorough searches.

In such a setup, neither treasures nor Formation Diagrams could escape detection.

Soon, a heap of "booty" piled up before Mo Hua.

It featured Spirit Stones, Evil Pills, Evil Artifacts, Evil Formations, and various other sinister items.

There were plenty of Jade Slips, Formation Books, Formation Diagrams, and classics on Evil Path formations too.

Mo Hua nodded in approval, thoroughly pleased.