Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2184 Chapter 1022: One Sword from Heaven_3

Mo Hua stretched out his hand once more and struck the city wall just as he had done before.

A burst of light flickered across the city wall.

Xiao Ruohan along with the rest of the Heavenly Sword Sect disciples, who had barely caught their breath, turned their eyes toward the damaged city gate. They hadn't even started to celebrate when a glow began to rise steadily.

This glow wasn't golden anymore, but rather a tone of earthy stone.

Gen Mountain Earth Stone Formation.

It was a Second Grade Nineteen Patterns High-Rank Formation, blending the Eight Trigrams and Gen Mountain together with the Five Elements of Earth and Wood.

Quite distinct from the Gold Stone Formation.

The Gold Stone Formation emphasized pure defense, rendering the city "as solid as gold and soup."

On the other hand, this Gen Mountain Earth Stone Formation offered a touch less in defense, yet it could also "repair city walls."

Mo Hua had foreseen that the walls would crack at this point, so he prepared ahead by deploying formations to fix the city gate.

As the light spread out.

Grey formation patterns swiftly spread across the whole gate.

These patterns transformed spiritual power into the earth and stone essence from the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams, rapidly patching up the city wall.

The fissure on the city gate, caused by the full-force sword qi from Xiao Ruohan and the desperate efforts of the Heavenly Sword Sect disciples to cleave it open, got sealed in a mere instant.

In a flash, the city gate stood whole again.

All of a sudden, silence blanketed the area.

The earth and stone from the Gen Mountain Formation closed the breach in the city gate.

It appeared to hush the onlookers among the cultivators as well.

Even more, it seemed to stifle the spirits of the Heavenly Sword Sect disciples.

For the first time, they truly experienced "despair."

Not only them, but the spectator areas fell quiet too.

The observing cultivators shared in the despair felt by the Heavenly Sword Sect disciples.

A battle with five attackers, yet defended by a high-rank formation.

One formation, they could handle.

Two formations, they might manage.

But this third one felt outright unfair.

How was anyone expected to fight under these conditions?

How could they possibly continue like this?

Even looking back eight hundred years, no team in the Sword Discussion Conference had ever needed to shatter three Second Grade Nineteen Patterns top-tier high-rank formations to claim victory.

"This is cheating!"

"This is shameless!"

"This is sword discussion! Not a formation contest! Taixu Gate triumphed in a disgraceful manner!"

Regardless of the complaints, few could argue against the current outcome.

Heavenly Sword Sect had four members remaining.

Taixu Gate had three left.

Heavenly Sword Sect seemed to hold the edge.

Yet against this freshly restored, nearly "pristine" city gate bolstered by a high-rank formation, even if Taixu Gate had no one standing, they couldn't breach it anymore.

No possibility remained.

What's more, time was nearly up.

The Heavenly Sword Sect disciples sank into profound frustration and helplessness, ultimately just swinging a few token sword strikes.

The sword qi hit the city gate, disappearing like stones dropped into the ocean.

A heavier sense of oppression and suffocation weighed on them.

After a quarter of an hour like this, the Debating Bell finally sounded.

The sword discussion came to an end.

Heavenly Sword Sect was defeated, Taixu Gate emerged victorious.

"We won!"

Beyond the Sword Discussion arena.

Yu Er was overjoyed, clapping her hands and cheering gleefully: "Brother Mo won!"

Wenren Wan smiled warmly at Yu Er, saying softly: "We won!"

The Taixu Gate members at last relaxed their tense hearts.

Be it disciples or elders, grins spread across their faces.

The Taixu Gate disciples chorused together: "Junior Brother is wise and mighty!"

This marked the initial round of sword discussion for Taixu Gate.

It hinged almost completely on Mo Hua's "formation drawing" for the win.

Upon Taia Mountain and Mount Chongxu, a few elders who once held biases against Mo Hua now began to reflect inwardly.

Had they been too distant with Mo Hua in the past?

Were their smiles insufficiently kind?

Should they speak in a more friendly tone?

At the Feng family stand in the meantime.

Zhang Lan let out a slow breath, sighing to himself.

This young Mo Hua remained so full of surprises.

In scenarios that looked utterly hopeless, he somehow turned the tide to secure a win...

"Should have expected it from Mo Hua..."

Seated ahead of Zhang Lan, Great Elder Zhang's eyes narrowed sharply at that instant, finding the result almost inconceivable.

"He's merely in the late stage of Foundation Establishment, yet he inscribed three full sets of second-grade nineteen-pattern high-rank formations?"

"Could this be... the Qianxue Formation Path Leader?"

"On top of that, this Formation Leader excels in stealth and evasion arts..."

"A... Formation Master who simply won't perish?"

"This youth is bound for remarkable achievements ahead."

"I must seek a chance to connect with him." Great Elder Zhang furrowed his brow: "The issue is, with his exceptional gifts and prominent position, he may not deign to meet an outsider like me, the Great Elder of a mere fourth-grade family..."

"Perhaps a influential figure with connections could make the introduction..."

Outside the sword discussion arena, most cultivators lingered in stunned quiet at this juncture.

Then, sighs started to emerge one by one:

"Taixu Gate really... pulled off a win?"

The turn of events had caught everyone off guard.

A match deemed a certain victory with no surprises, full of twists and dramatic shifts, saw the Taixu Gate—predicted to lose without question—actually... prevail?

It was hard to believe.

"The key was that formation; it was far too biased..."

"Three back-to-back second-grade nineteen-pattern high-rank formations... I've never witnessed such a brazen 'sword discussion'."

"Relying on formation might, does this even qualify as 'sword discussion'?"

"Qualify or not, the victors are the mighty ones."

"If you've got the skill, why not sketch a high-rank formation right there?"

"That's mere wordplay..."

"How is that wordplay?"

"In this era, it's all about well-rounded growth. A Formation Master unfit for sword discussion isn't a proper Spiritual Cultivator..."

"Regardless, this kid's abilities—be it spells, stealth, evasion techniques, or formations—all prove quite aggravating..."

"As the proverb goes, the script reflects the writer; maybe spells and formations follow suit." "Heavenly Sword Sect truly suffered an unjust defeat in this bout..."

"Watching those formations keep manifesting on the city gate, I felt irritation on Xiao Ruohan's behalf."

Indeed, Xiao Ruohan harbored deep frustration within.

For the first time at the Sword Discussion Conference, he faced high-rank formations—and three in succession, no less.

Without them, defeat would never have come.

In that regard, he became the inaugural "victim" of Mo Hua's formation-based sword discussion.

His mind right then mirrored that impenetrable gate.

And upon spotting Mo Hua in the background, his gaze locked onto Mo Hua, as though burning the image into his memory eternally.

Yet as a Heavenly Sword Sect prodigy, pride defined him, so he issued no threats. He merely shot Mo Hua a glance before departing.

Mo Hua felt a bit confused, murmuring to himself:

"Why do so many people enjoy staring at me?"

"Am I that handsome?"

Situ Nan, witnessing Mo Hua's naive expression, could only sigh in resignation.

He sensed that following this clash, his Junior Brother's "sword discussion foes" would soon extend to the "Four Great Sects"...

Typically, Four Great Sects disciples carry more arrogance; they look down on associating with Eight Great Gates disciples.

But evidently, animosity toward one individual shattered that divide.

As dusk settled, inside the Tumo Order.

An unidentified cultivator slipped into the Demon Slaying Alliance unnoticed.

His alias was "Unbearable Cold at Great Altitudes."

However, with cultivators flooding in steadily, nobody took special notice then.

In the Tumo Order, members hotly debated Mo Hua's "offenses":

"His spells being underhanded is one thing, alright; his stealth being underhanded, that's tolerable too; even his evasion skills being underhanded, we can overlook... "

"But exploiting rules to inscribe formations during the Sword Discussion Conference!"

"And high-rank ones at that!"

"Utterly vile and shameless!"

"Worse, he wielded formations in an even more devious fashion, obviously aiming to torment foes—unleashing one after another, allowing a taste of despair, then a spark of hope, only to crush it and plunge them into even profounder despair..."

"Just recalling it makes my blood boil..."

"His intentions are far too vicious..."

"Not even Demon Path methods go this far."

"Excessively ruthless..."

"Absolutely ignoble..."

"Unbearable Cold at Great Altitudes," who had observed quietly, whispered, "Indeed."

Anonymous: "I maintain, whoever openly defeats Mo Hua at the Sword Discussion Conference, I'll call him big brother right away!" Big Fool: "Alright."

Purple Mist First Fairy: "If you're low on Spirit Stones, just say the word."

I Have No Tolerance for Fireball Technique: "Mo Hua must die!"

The group echoed in unison: "Mo Hua must die!" Unbearable Cold at Great Altitudes paused briefly, then joined in: "Mo Hua must die..."