Soon, Cheng Mo, Situ Jian, Ouyang Xuan, one by one, "perished".
Linghu Xiao, having experienced a series of sword discussion duels, had both his swordsmanship and mindset transformed.
Now with his own strength, he was able to confront Shen Linsu directly for a few moves.
But even so, it was clearly still far from enough.
Very soon, Linghu Xiao also succumbed, defeated by a move of Purple Qi Jinlin Sword Move, losing his life...
This one-sided sword discussion was quite tragic.
So far, Taixu Gate only had Mo Hua left.
With a face like a jade, Shen Linsu walked slowly towards Mo Hua.
Mo Hua also calmly looked at him.
The two finally faced each other directly in the sword discussion arena for the first time.
Despite battling fiercely, Shen Linsu remained spiritually abundant, his aura prolonged, his face unchanged, his gaze carried a hint of aloofness that overlooked all.
Until now, he hadn’t spoken a word during the sword discussion.
Yet at this moment, facing Mo Hua alone, Shen Linsu’s indifferent gaze could not be restrained as he slowly opened to speak:
"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?"
"Put in some small effort, use some underhanded tricks, winning against those ordinary talents, does it make you happy?"
Mo Hua remained silent without speaking.
Shen Linsu’s face showed disappointment, "Enough, it’s like playing the lute to a cow..."
His voice was plain, yet carried a hint of sharpness, "Without enough calibre, you can’t stand above."
"The position among the Four Great Sects is not something your Taixu Gate can covet."
"The sword discussion conference is not where you belong, you might as well go be the Formation Leader, draw your formations..."
"Now..."
Shen Linsu raised his long sword, the sword tip wrapped in purple gold sword aura, directly aimed between Mo Hua’s brows, "Will you die by yourself or prefer to fall under my sword?"