Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2211 Chapter 1030: One Sword (Part 4)

This was merely a chance.

The alliance had been formed around the goal of "eliminating Mo Hua," and its organization remained rather flexible.

Yet once I claim the role of Alliance Hierarch, I could gradually alter its purpose, bending it to serve my interests.

Mo Hua himself?

Irrelevant to me.

He serves as a mere tool to attract animosity, an excuse to rally the masses.

The prodigies from the Four Sects and Eight Gates, overwhelmed by their rage, treat "killing Mo Hua" as their true mission.

Those gripped by such fury lack the vision for grand schemes.

Thus, I alone am suited to assume the Alliance Hierarch position.

Only one who dismisses Mo Hua's threat but possesses the skill to end him truly deserves it.

Ye Zhiyuan caressed the Daluo Sword at his side, feeling its harmony with his thoughts, his eyes piercing as he uttered coldly:

"Follow the strategy, strike!"

"Understood!"

Daluo Sect disciples surged forward with their swift motion arts, resembling lethal blades, rapidly closing in on the five from Taixu Gate.

Before long, the groups clashed.

The battle was on the verge of erupting.

Four Daluo Sect disciples encircled and assaulted Linghu Xiao all at once.

Ye Zhiyuan remained at a safe remove, directing the Daluo Sword through silent Sword Control Technique, mounted on the Flying Sky Sword, set on felling Linghu Xiao.

The prime strength of Sword Controlling lies in its range.

Followed by velocity.

And finally, might.

A distant Flying Sword moves with blinding speed, its Sword Qi intensely potent, claiming a life in an instant.

Among Qianxue Sect's ranks, some boast fiercer Sword Qi than his, but none match his mastery of sword control.

Hence, he stands as Qianxue's top "Sword Control" prodigy.

This gift comes from the heavens.

An innate sword dao prowess.

It demands clever exploitation.

Positioned remotely, Ye Zhiyuan unleashed the Daluo Flying Sword Technique, feigning an attack on Linghu Xiao, all while covertly scanning for Mo Hua via Divine Sense.

He located Mo Hua shortly.

Much like himself, Mo Hua lingered afar, stationary.

Ye Zhiyuan smirked inwardly, sneering in his mind:

"Idiot, I hold position to wield the sword. You freeze in place, courting death?"

Mastering the sword demands split-second decisions, a dance with fate.

Windows for attack vanish quickly.

With Mo Hua exposing such vulnerability, Ye Zhiyuan seized it without hesitation.

His blade extended far, struck swiftly, and hit hard.

Masked as a thrust toward Linghu Xiao, it would veer abruptly to deliver a fatal surprise.

This would leave Mo Hua unprepared; neither stealth nor evasion could spare him—he was doomed!

Ye Zhiyuan guided the sword, gaze locked on Linghu Xiao, while his Divine Sense stealthily targeted Mo Hua.

The sword remained sheathed for now.

In the instant that followed, he sensed an object hurtling toward him from the distance.

Ye Zhiyuan froze in disbelief.

What in the world... is coming at me?

Whatever approached matched his own reach, pace, and carried a sharp sense of peril.

Ye Zhiyuan's vision failed to identify it.

Yet his gut twisted in alarm, recognizing:

A sword?

A sword?!

Someone dares to hurl a flying sword at me for a kill?!

"Save me!"

That single cry was all Ye Zhiyuan managed.

He had picked a secure spot far off, utterly absorbed in sword command, dreading interruptions above all at this juncture.

Fellow Daluo Sect disciples sensed the threat too, rushing to interpose themselves beforehand.

Their aim was to guard Ye Zhiyuan against this incoming sword.

However, its velocity proved astonishingly relentless, slipping past their efforts.

Not just them—no one foresaw a sword launching from Taixu Gate's formation.

This flying sword evaded the four Daluo Sect disciples' defense with ruthless accuracy and speed, striking Ye Zhiyuan dead center in the chest.

Yet his Taoist Robe halted it...

Ye Zhiyuan paled in terror.

The sword lacked Sword Qi, barely denting his Taoist Robe.

Relief washed over Ye Zhiyuan as he muttered a curse:

"What nonsense is this? That counts as a flying sword? Zero Sword Qi? How could it possibly end me?"

Instantly after, the Spirit Sword trembled fiercely, its Sword Patterns igniting in a glow.

Within the Spirit Sword, a Sword Array drew power from Spirit Stones, activating on its own, spawning razor-sharp Mountain Opening Sword Qi in a flash.

The Sword Qi swelled rapidly, amplifying beyond the sword's limits.

Sufficient to fracture the blade itself.

And then, beneath Ye Zhiyuan's baffled and horror-stricken stare, the Spirit Sword simply... detonated.

The blast fused with Sword Qi in a thunderous roar.

Dense, lethal Mountain Opening Sword Qi, centered by the Sword Array, twisted into a vortex that ravaged the area.

As though massive blades carved through the sky in a frenzy.

Close-by rocks, foliage— all reduced to dust.

Before reactions could form or comprehension dawned.

The Mount of Tao's bell tolled.

The sword discourse, over.

A lone sword had sealed the contest.

Silence gripped the entire Mount of Tao like a tomb.

All stood petrified in astonishment.

Suddenly, a "boom" of clamor exploded, turmoil surging like molten lava. Chaos engulfed the whole Mount of Tao...