Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2180 Chapter 1021: The Siege Battle

Once more, this has ignited widespread fury among the onlookers.

"No... I was only kidding, is he truly crouching in the inner city?"

"The team members are battling fiercely, yet he's just hiding away?"

"He could at least step out and launch a couple of fireballs. Concealing himself like this, skulking about—what's the point?"

"Scared of dying?"

In the midst of these fervent debates, a handful of keen-sighted cultivators pointed out:

"Could Mo Hua be arranging a formation?"

One person scoffed, "Setting up a formation isn't that difficult, is it?"

"They're all prepared ahead of time."

"For the sword discussion, every formation gets sketched beforehand, inspected by the elders, and then brought into the field. You simply deploy them amid the fight, but does it really require crouching there fiddling for ages?"

Though formations hold great power, their setup demands far too much time.

In the annals of history, cultivators have long favored prepping formations prior to clashes, deploying them well in advance.

If not, crafting a formation right in the heat of combat would arrive far too late.

The Sword Discussion Conference follows the same pattern.

With Mo Hua hunkered down there, "fiddling" endlessly, insisting it's formation setup, yet to bystanders, it appears as though he's "stalling deliberately," utterly loafing around.

"He's acting so sluggishly and uncommitted in the fray—won't Taixu Gate take any action?"

"Will Taixu Gate actually put up with this?"

"I'd wager he's not the Sect Leader's secret offspring; rather, the Sect Leader must be his. Why else treat him like "a father"...

The sword discussion presses onward.

Taixu Gate already lags behind in raw power.

It also suffers in the matchup's structure.

Facing such layered setbacks, a particular "Crown Prince" resorts to half-hearted opposition.

The battle's result hangs obvious in the air.

The Heavenly Sword Sect's Sword Qi blazed like a brilliant arc, surging forward relentlessly, shattering two city gates one after another, sweeping past the outer city, and barreling toward the inner city.

This advance unfolded smoothly, effortlessly, and fluidly.

Linghu Xiao and his comrades threw everything into the fight, desperately holding the line.

Yet their struggles merely postponed the inevitable, stirring not even a faint disturbance.

Before long, they yielded ground steadily and got pushed back into the inner city.

The five Heavenly Sword Sect disciples assembled just beyond the inner city's gates.

This stood as the last bastion.

Should they breach the gate ahead, storm the inner city, reach the central hall, eliminate every Taixu Gate disciple blocking their path, and topple the City Lord's statue, victory in this sword discussion round would be theirs.

The Heavenly Sword Sect would claim yet another triumph, inching nearer to dominating the Four Great Sects in the sword discussions.

It marked one more overwhelming conquest.

"Taixu Gate is on the verge of defeat once again..."

This notion echoed in the thoughts of most cultivators beyond the

arena.

Furthermore, defeat felt ever more inevitable.

Lacking any twists or turns.

Certain arena-side cultivators let out sighs, growing weary of the spectacle.

"Observing such a sword discussion truly squanders time..."

"I could predict the outcome blindfolded..."

"It's merely the Heavenly Sword Sect pupils smashing the gate, rushing inside, a brutal skirmish, followed by Linghu Xiao and his group falling to the blades...

"Then that kid Mo Hua hits the Dao Discussion Jade once more and escapes into the distance."

"Afterward, the Heavenly Sword Sect fells the City Lord's statue, and that's that..."

"The divide between the Four Great Sects and Taixu Gate remains vast; Taixu Gate has no chance of prevailing..."

Aboard the Shangguan Family's observation deck.

Yu Er lowered his head, his young features etched with letdown.

Wenren Wan softly stroked Yu Er's head, murmuring words of solace.

Zhang Lan and the rest appeared somewhat downcast too.

The mood turned somber briefly.

Within the sword discussion arena, the Heavenly Sword Sect disciples had ignited the Sky Star Sword, its pristine white Sword Qi infused with tremendous might, slamming savagely against the gate.

Cheng Mo, Situ Jian, and Ouyang Xuan rushed up to intercept.

Linghu Xiao unleashed the Chongxu Sword Qi as well, clashing against the incoming Sword Qi from the Heavenly Sword Sect pupils.

However, the Heavenly Sword Sect's Sword Qi proved overwhelmingly dominant. United as five, bolstered by stellar forces, their Sword Qi crashed like an unyielding torrent, impossible to repel directly.

Cheng Mo and his allies fell back repeatedly in disarray.

Even Linghu Xiao couldn't stand firm by himself.

The immaculate Sky Star Sword Qi assaulted the gate wave upon wave, akin to carving into the spirits of Taixu Gate's affiliated cultivators.

Each blow sent tremors through their cores.

Should the gate fall, the bout would conclude.

Whatever came next would hold no significance.

Plenty refused to see the gate breached, refused to witness Taixu Gate's downfall.

But far more anticipated that instant of rupture.

Anticipated the scene where Taixu Gate's disciples would tumble one after another beneath the blades.

In this agonizing suspense, time dragged on languidly.

The Heavenly Sword Sect disciples kept bombarding the gate with Sword Qi.

The gate persisted in "resisting" valiantly.

Yet despite prolonged assaults, the gate refused to yield...

From the spectator areas, folks exchanged puzzled glances, sensing something unusual.

A bit more time elapsed, and the Heavenly Sword Sect disciples continued hammering the gate.

The gate absorbed the barrage of Sky Star Sword Qi in silence, appearing on the brink of collapse at any second, yet after extended pounding, it remained intact.

This gate acted as though forged from "iron."

By now, faces across the crowd shifted dramatically.

"What in the world..."

"Is something off with this gate?"

"It's not the gate itself—it's the formation atop it... feels strangely resilient?"

Then, array-savvy cultivators, along with various sects' Formation Arts Elders, scrutinized the faint formation radiance on the gate, barely visible through the thick Sword Qi haze.

Upon closer inspection, one exclaimed in shock, leaping to their feet:

"High-Rank Formation!!"

"Taixu Gate's deploying a High-Rank Formation during the sword discussion?!"

The arena fell quiet for an instant, then exploded into chaos.

It was like a pebble unleashing a storm of waves.

The assembly descended into utter clamor.

"Second Grade High-Level Formation?!"

"You're pulling my leg?"

"Don't sword discussion formations cap at Second Grade Middle-Level?"

"This breaks the regulations..."

"Cheating?"

"Taixu Gate resorting to cheating?"