"What exactly is Taixu Gate keeping him for?"
"On normal days, he relies on the blessing of the sect to flaunt authority, but now that Taixu Gate is in trouble, he still pressures his teammates while doing nothing himself..."
"He's sucking the blood of the sect and teammates!"
"For the vanity of the sword competition, he discards even his face."
"What are the Sect Leader and Elders of Taixu Gate thinking? Have they lost their minds? Why haven't they removed him? Do they insist on treating him like a 'Little Ancestor'?"
"Who would have thought that the dignified Taixu Gate, one of the Eight Great Gates, internally would be decayed with such autocracy..."
"If you ask me, he might as well withdraw from the competition entirely, so as not to embarrass us here. Letting others see him might make them think all from the Qian Learning State Boundary are such mediocre talents..."
...
The voices of criticism were becoming increasingly loud.
Wenren Wan, Murong Caiyun, and other cultivators familiar with Mo Hua also heard these rumors, which inevitably made them angry.
But on the crowded Mount of Tao, there were too many cultivators making such comments, and they didn't know whom to argue against, so they could only suppress this fire in their hearts.
The top members of the various aristocratic families and sects also quietly shook their heads.
They too could see that the team with Linghu Xiao was currently Taixu Gate's strongest sword competition team.
If Taixu Gate's strongest team is only at this level, then indeed, Taixu Gate's sword competition journey is likely at its end this year...
Three men make a tiger, the tongues of many can melt metal.
Public opinion sways people's hearts.
Even within Taixu Gate, some Elders began to waver, questioning whether it was wise to have Mo Hua team up with Linghu Xiao.
These Elders were mainly from the original Tai'a and Chongxu Mountains.
They were secretly discussing behind the scenes.
However, these discussions were suppressed by the Sect Leaders of the two mountains.
The promise needed to be kept, and since the terms were agreed upon, and the teams formed, there was no reason to back out at this point in the sword competition.
Besides, it was too late for regrets now.
Moreover, the temporary leading position in the sword competition that Taixu Gate holds is largely due to Mo Hua's contributions.
It is Mo Hua who has been coordinating and planning.
You can't reverse the situation by blaming him just because he didn't perform well personally in a sword competition and did not achieve anything.
Also, even though the Sect Leaders of Tai'a and Chongxu Mountains hadn't had much contact with Mo Hua, they always felt there was something unfathomable about this young disciple.
This Formation Leader of Taixu Gate is definitely not as simple as he seems.
Inside the lineage of Taixu Mountain, however, there was a sense of peace.
From top to bottom, hardly anyone expressed disagreement about Mo Hua's performance.
Especially those Elders who knew a bit about Mo Hua's "deeds," when faced with the external doubts and criticisms, they could only snicker scornfully:
What kind of games does Mo Hua play on ordinary days?
Now, what level do you think this sword competition is?
Can it compare?
If experts were so easily recognized by you, would they still be considered experts?
Amidst all this overwhelming, tidal criticism, Mo Hua's second "Xuan" round of the sword competition also formally began.
This time, the opponent was still one of the Twelve Streams.
But the opponent was much stronger than the previous Mystic Iron Sect.
Upon entering the sword competition preparation room at Mount of Tao, a tall, mighty young man led a group to confront Mo Hua and his team.
Without even glancing at Mo Hua, the young man walked directly up to Linghu Xiao and asked:
"Are you Linghu Xiao?"
Linghu Xiao nodded coldly.
The young man pointed at himself, full of confidence, and said, "Remember my name, I'm the one who's going to defeat you!"