Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2133 Chapter 1006: Victory and Defeat (Part 2)

The Gui Water Sect disciples finally snapped back to reality and redirected their strikes toward Linghu Xiao.

Getting trapped amid the collision of these elite lethal techniques spelled instant doom, a situation they'd typically dodge at all costs.

Yet this remained a sword exchange, shielded by a massive array.

Matters of survival and demise could be pushed aside; their only goal was "victory"!

Thus, fighters from each faction poured everything into blocking the rival Sword Dao prodigy's deadly assaults.

Ouyang Xuan's blade glow, Cheng Mo's massive axe, Situ Jian's Li Fire Sword—they all hammered into Qin Cangliu, steadily eroding the strength of his Golden Body Talisman and stopping him from launching the Canghai Hengliu Sword.

Four icy threads of Gui Water Sword Qi likewise stabbed into Linghu Xiao, eating away at his Golden Body while hindering his Chongxu Sword strikes.

Every disciple dove into the fierce fray.

In this pivotal moment, Qin Cangliu's eyes bulged wide. With a savage roar, he channeled nearly his full might and barely released the Canghai Hengliu Sword right as his Golden Body Talisman crumbled.

Linghu Xiao's stare locked tight, his teeth gritted without a sound, as he withstood the combined onslaught from the four Gui Water Sect members, pushing almost his entire power to release the True Qi of the Chongxu Sword.

In that instant, one faction's blade light flowed like water, resembling enormous sea surges that rolled across the heavens and ground.

The opposing Sword Qi gleamed like the moon, similar to daylight's pale glow, cold and piercing.

The blade techniques smashed together, bursting forth with dazzling radiance and fierce surges.

Countless thin wisps of Sword Qi, like streams flowing backward, moonlight over the ocean igniting, twisted and locked around each other before surging out, tearing peaks, smashing rocks, hurling turf and debris, swallowing up all in their way.

Even just watching from the Fang Tian-Hua Ying sent chills through the crowd.

This spectacle, crafted from masterful sword arts and supreme Sword Qi, proved stunningly gorgeous yet lethally hazardous, etching itself forever into the thoughts of everyone watching.

All held their breaths, nearly forgetting to inhale.

Not just the Foundation Establishment Realm disciples felt the shock.

Some Golden Core and Feathered Immortal experts stood equally amazed.

Their cultivation levels stood higher now, granting them far greater power than these young fighters.

However, during their own Foundation Establishment days, they paled in comparison to this caliber.

Qianxue's prodigies, still in Foundation Establishment, already wielded such terrifying devastation; imagine their might upon reaching Golden Core or even advancing to Feather Transformation? Utterly beyond comprehension.

"This is... the Qianxue Debate..."

This thought echoed in the minds of nearly every cultivator there at once.

From novice to elite, all were left speechless by the display.

Inside the Fang Tian-Hua Ying, Sword Qi kept ravaging, blasts continued booming, haze and grit billowed across the ridges.

As the Sword Qi faded, the detonations eased off, the fog and debris began to thin.

A wave of anticipation and strain gripped every onlooker's chest.

Ultimately... who emerged triumphant?

The earlier showdown of Sword Dao lethal strikes had dragged in virtually all disciples from the two sects.

This marked the genuine final blow.

It would settle survival and demise, along with triumph and loss.

The winner endures, the loser departs.

In this clash of prodigies, between Qin Cangliu from the Qin family and Linghu Xiao of Taixu Gate, whose Sword Qi proved mightier?

Who claimed true victory?

Hearts raced uncontrollably for all.

Within the Fang Tian-Hua Ying, as the haze lifted bit by bit, a lone silhouette finally emerged.

The prior carnage had been devastating, the impact of elite Taoist arts causing near-complete wipeout of both sects' disciples.

Just one survivor lingered, rooted in place.

The audience swiftly made out his features.

Dressed in a dark aquatic Daoist robe, face ashen and grave, breathing faint, garments shredded, he stood solitary, gripping his blade, exuding both valor and grace while utterly startling to behold.

"Qin Cangliu!"

"He really triumphed!"

"Incredible..."

"What a show!"

"Gui Water Sect overcame Taixu Gate, Qin Cangliu of Gui Water Sect bested Linghu Xiao of Taixu Gate..."

...

Up in the viewing areas, elders of noble houses and sects showed clear emotion, minds buzzing with private reflections.

The Gui Water Sect elder caressed his beard, nodding with evident approval in his gaze.

Yet the very next second, every face stiffened, eyes fixed on the Fang Tian-Hua Ying with contracting pupils...

In the sword exchange field.

Qin Cangliu stood by himself, the area around him barren, no trace of Linghu Xiao, leaving him as the sole occupant.

"I... won?"

"I beat Linghu Xiao."

"My Sword Dao is correct..."

Qin Cangliu brimmed with swirling feelings, the thrill of battling to the brink and overcoming a fierce rival sprouting in his core like spring bamboo, flooding his entire form.

This victory solidified his faith in his Sword Dao even more.

"It's won..."

Qin Cangliu whispered, then exhaled deeply, fluttering his parched eyelids briefly.

He blinked only once.

Upon lifting his lids again, he abruptly noticed a person already positioned right in front of him, slender white digits aimed at his brow, flames coiling at the tips, and then...

Nothing else.

The rapid sequence of events unfolded so fast he couldn't respond in time.

The shape materialized, pale fingers thrust forward, fiery gleam sparked, brow burned, the Dao Discussion Jade broke apart.

By the time Qin Cangliu regained awareness, he was already beyond the field.

He had been defeated.

Qin Cangliu remained rooted there, stunned for ages, his mind swirling with tangled sentiments, tough to voice, reluctant to embrace.

The outside watchers struggled even harder to swallow it.

They'd been roaring for Qin Cangliu moments ago, praising his prowess, awed by the prodigy on show...

Suddenly, a shadow materialized without warning, a light tap of the finger, one Fireball Technique banished Qin Cangliu.

The whole venue fell deathly silent, as if grips tightened on their necks.

The field hushed completely.

The valiant warrior succumbed to a cowardly ambush.

The Sword Dao genius toppled to the Fireball Technique.