Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2217 - 1032: Blood of the Qilin (3)

Cheng Mo along with Situ Jian hesitated to confront its sharpness head-on.

The outer city entrance fell, causing Taixu Gate to withdraw step by step into the inner city.

The inner city loomed high, with multicolored spiritual energy swirling above the gate, as array patterns glowed with profound advanced radiance.

At least five arrays, of the Five Elements shielding variety, Second Grade Nineteen Patterns Advanced Formation.

Meanwhile, upon the city ramparts, Mo Hua seated himself on the floor, his face bearing a touch of gravity.

Before him rested three Tai’a Spirit Swords intended for divine sense manipulation, suited for distant strikes.

Divided by a single barrier, the opposing forces stared down one another.

One faction boasted a premier sect, elite lineage prodigy, wielding Jinlin Bloodline Sword Arts.

The opposing group featured the Array Master, Second Grade Advanced Formation, plus the unusual divine sense sword technique.

A sense of tension gripped the hearts of all present.

Everyone realized that the true essence of this sword debate was only just commencing.

Taixu Gate, striving for a spot within the Four Great Sects, was bound to battle fiercely until the end.

The longstanding feud linking Qian Taoist Sect and Taixu Gate would be resolved in this clash.

Everyone had anticipated this sword debate with great enthusiasm.

However, what followed proved disappointing.

Qian Taoist Sect, particularly Shen Linsu, proved overwhelmingly powerful.

In contrast, Taixu Gate seemed "vulnerable and feeble"...

Disciples from Taixu Gate found themselves unable to withstand Shen Linsu.

Mo Hua’s arrays, along with his "sword control" technique, yielded minimal results.

The divine sense-guided flying sword lifted in front of him; at Mo Hua’s finger gesture, it shot forward, leaving a faint trail of light aimed directly at Shen Linsu’s core.

This flying sword struck with speed, precision, and force.

Nevertheless, Mo Hua had employed sword control on prior occasions.

Its entire sequence had been meticulously documented long ago, analyzed repeatedly.

Daoist Law Elders had even devised comprehensive countermeasures, promptly revising the "Rules for Mo Hua ・ Sword Control Chapter".

The power of sword control depended largely on "surprise".

The greater the element of surprise, the tougher to defend, enhancing the flying sword’s killing potential.

On the flip side, the more expected and prepared for, the lesser the danger from remote "assassination" via sword control.

This held especially true against a supreme prodigy like Shen Linsu.

En route, Mo Hua’s flying sword was spotted midway by Shen Linsu.

Shen Linsu kept a calm demeanor, swinging his longsword to unleash a Purple Gold Sword Qi that blocked Mo Hua’s incoming blade.

The flying sword detonated on collision.

Even so, Mo Hua’s sword moved with such velocity that it neared within a hundred feet of Shen Linsu prior to the blast.

As the flying sword burst, its embedded array triggered, sending sword qi surging alongside fragmented spirit sword pieces that enveloped Shen Linsu.

However, once the dust settled, Shen Linsu stood unscathed.

A shield of spiritual energy enveloped his form.

Across his flesh, subtle golden arcane motifs weaved, shimmering momentarily.

The Qilin Bloodline shielded him.

Leftover sword qi from the sword control detonation failed to harm Shen Linsu whatsoever, unable to pierce his golden motifs.

Subsequently, Mo Hua’s additional two sword control efforts met the same fate at Shen Linsu’s hands.

Neither could Mo Hua’s arrays halt Shen Linsu’s advance.

The Second Grade Nineteen Patterns Advanced Formation proved truly robust, yet only against Foundation Establishment cultivators, including typical ones among them.

Elite prodigies fell outside that scope.

In particular, Shen Linsu’s bloodline-enhanced sword qi nearly rivaled "Golden Core" power.

Potent Purple Gold Sword Qi hammered Mo Hua’s arrays time and again.

The arrays quivered, their patterns faded, and the city gate shuddered persistently.

Shen Linsu’s spiritual energy flowed like an boundless sea, ceaseless and unrelenting.

In the end, Shen Linsu demolished every one of Mo Hua’s advanced arrays.

The city gate crumbled, breaking apart into pieces.

Forces from Qian Taoist Sect pressed into the inner city, zeroing in on the City Lord statue.

Cheng Mo and his companions clenched their jaws in defense, yet they couldn’t match these Qian Taoist Sect prodigies.

Before long, Cheng Mo, Situ Jian, Ouyang Xuan each "fell" in turn.

After enduring numerous sword debate confrontations, Linghu Xiao’s sword skills and mentality had evolved significantly.

With his current abilities, he managed to exchange several blows straight against Shen Linsu.

Still, this fell evidently short of the mark.

In short order, Linghu Xiao yielded as well, overcome by the Purple Qi Jinlin Sword Technique, forfeiting his life...

This lopsided sword debate carried a sorrowful weight.

To this point, only Mo Hua remained for Taixu Gate.

Jade-like in countenance, Shen Linsu advanced leisurely toward Mo Hua.

Mo Hua regarded him with steady composure.

For the first time, the pair stood face-to-face in the sword debate field.

After intense combat, Shen Linsu’s spiritual reserves stayed full, his presence enduring, expression steady, eyes holding a trace of superior detachment over everything.

Throughout the sword debate until then, he had uttered not a single word.

But now, alone with Mo Hua, Shen Linsu’s cool stare softened slightly as he parted his lips to declare:

"Is this your formation?"

"Is this your sword control?"

"Is this the legacy of your Taixu Gate?"

"Is this... your strength?"

"With just this, you come for a sword discussion?"

"Exerting minor efforts, resorting to sly tactics, prevailing over mediocre prodigies, does that bring you joy?"

Mo Hua stayed quiet, offering no reply.

Disdain crossed Shen Linsu’s features, "Enough, it’s like playing the lute to a cow..."

His tone remained flat, though laced with an edge of keenness, "Lacking sufficient talent, one cannot rise above."

"The standing among the Four Great Sects isn’t for your Taixu Gate to pursue."

"The sword discussion conference holds no place for you; better to remain as Formation Leader, sketching your arrays..."

"Now..."

Shen Linsu lifted his longsword, its point sheathed in purple gold sword aura, pointed squarely at the space between Mo Hua’s eyes, "Will you end yourself, or would you rather perish by my blade?"