Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2228 Chapter 1035: Ominous Sign (Part 4)

"He'd better find a hiding spot, burrow inside, and remain there till the end..."

"What's going through your mind?"

"His minor abilities have long been analyzed by everyone..."

"Had his Concealment Technique stayed hidden before, he could've possibly 'endured' right up to the finish."

"Unfortunately, this sword discussion meeting has dragged on for some time, and every effective tactic has already surfaced. Who's he trying to deceive now with that insignificant ploy?"

"Everyone will surely stay vigilant around him...

"Indeed."

"Observe closely, Taixu Gate is destined to face misfortune this time."

"Though you say that, the rules of this contest... don't they appear somewhat biased against Taixu Gate?"

"You fail to grasp it; the world of cultivation is inherently unjust."

"Individuals enter life with diverse origins, disparate spiritual roots, fluctuating fortunes, differing lifespans, unforeseen twists... these inequalities abound..."

"The famed Asura Battle mirrors this reality."

"It challenges whether you possess the ferocity to battle desperately amidst hopeless odds, employing every possible method, to claim victory in this bout."

"No one will argue logic with you."

"If you must cast blame, direct it at Taixu Gate's misfortune."

"Blame their habit of antagonizing numerous sects."

"And fault them for accepting a vexing 'little disaster bringer' such as Mo Hua..."

"Why accept someone like Mo Hua?"

"Precisely... Taixu Gate deserves this; they invited the trouble themselves..."

In the midst of the murmuring onlookers, a refined-looking individual subtly joined the throng.

A keen-eyed observer spotted him and promptly shouted:

"Brother Bai, didn't you claim you'd 'devour the Spirit Sword'?" "A wager is a wager!"

"That's correct!"

Bai Xiaosheng enjoyed bragging, relished ridiculing others, yet he maintained a mild disposition and avoided arrogance, drawing several Foundation Building Cultivators into the teasing alongside him.

Bai Xiaosheng, who had stealthily woven into the audience, grew uneasy at those words.

Earlier, he had certainly bragged.

Scoffing at Mo Hua: "What sort of sword could he ever discuss?"

"Observe him; he can barely grip a sword properly."

"Should he actually demonstrate any real swordsmanship, I'll openly consume my premium Lifebound Spirit Sword!"

Yet Mo Hua proceeded to fell a Daluo Sect member with a single blow...

Bai Xiaosheng experienced a queasy discomfort, like ingesting a fly.

However, he refused to concede.

"I haven't reneged on my promise; I wouldn't refuse to swallow the Spirit Sword; it's simply that Mo Hua's actions don't qualify as swordsmanship at all."

"His deed veered into deviant ways."

"It bears no relation to 'swords' in the slightest."

"That sword manipulation of his merely tricks the eye..."

"I honor my commitments; if he genuinely masters swordsmanship, I'd without doubt ingest my personal Lifebound Sword..."

"I declare right now: should I fail to do so, I'll acknowledge Mo Hua as my ancestor..." "Fine, we have an agreement!"

On the Shangguan Family's observation stand.

Wenren Wan cradled Yu Er as she observed the competition. She fretted over Mo Hua and anticipated his emergence.

The area buzzed with clamor.

Amid the din, Wenren Wan abruptly sensed vertigo, her sight dimming into a haze of crimson.

The horrifying visions from her old nightmares flooded back.

A heaven drenched in bloody downpour, fiendish beasts cavorting madly.

Yu Er's countenance, smeared with gore, flesh ashen, gazing at her with empty sockets.

His vitality siphoned away, innards scooped out, spiritual awareness devoured...

In an icy tone, he questioned her: Mother, why did you not rescue me?

Terror gripped Wenren Wan, who promptly clutched Yu Er close.

The instant after, a clear voice rang out:

"Mother, are you alright?"

The gruesome apparitions dissolved; Wenren Wan glanced downward to see Yu Er staring at her with a pure, bewildered expression.

Wenren Wan's complexion drained of color, her grin forced: "Nothing at all..."

Yu Er, now comforted, bobbed his head compliantly and resumed viewing Fang Tianhua Ying.

Wenren Wan regarded Yu Er, hugging him instinctively with fierce protectiveness, dreading that in a mere instant's lapse or absent glance, her sole offspring might vanish...

Yet the firmer her embrace, the deeper the dread clawed at her soul.

Her bosom throbbed with intense, constricting torment...