"Damn it, use and discard us!" "Treating our Ten Thousand Formations Sect like a mule..." "Such disrespect for Formation Masters and disregard for Formations, will surely bring retribution sooner or later!"
But all they could do was curse a few words helplessly.
Thus, the Ten Thousand Formations Sect was eliminated.
The Asura sword competition list was known clearly to everyone present.
Each sect was keeping track of which sects had participating disciples, who was killed, who left the field.
After all, the sword competition rankings were based on the "survivor list." To kill, one must kill completely.
To ensure that no disciple is overlooked.
Not even a little can be neglected.
And after two clear-outs, coupled with the discarding of the Ten Thousand Formations Sect like a mule.
At this point, the remaining participants in this Asura battle eligible to continue the competition were exclusively disciples from the Four Great Sects and Eight Great Gates.
Currently, all surviving sword competition disciples from the Four Sects and Seven Gates were gathered in front of the mountain wall, confronting Mo Hua and Taixu Gate across the formations.
The Asura battlefield was vast, Mo Hua's methods of laying formations were concealed and hard to detect.
Yet once discovered, the principles of the formation were not difficult to decipher. "Outer illusion array, combined with the Asura battle's fog, confuses vision..." "Inside the illusion array, lay a concealment formation to mask aura... "Indeed it's Mo Hua, skilled in playing these insidious tricks."
Someone sneered, "While we're out here fighting desperately, Taixu Gate has a sly plan, hiding here to reap the benefits like a fisherman." "No need for talk, extinguish Taixu first, then kill Mo Hua..." "Extinguish Taixu, kill Mo Hua..."
The crowd clamored, yet no one truly took action.
Although they verbally belittled and mocked Mo Hua, none dared to underestimate him.
Especially since some, who were vocally fierce, had already been tricked by Mo Hua, creating a hidden fear in their hearts.
Mo Hua laid formations ahead.
Even if it's only an illusion array and concealment formation, it still instilled apprehension.
If they attacked, they feared falling into Mo Hua's traps and his ambush.
Moreover, having just been furtively attacking and scheming against one another, though temporarily "allied" against Mo Hua, their hearts remained unsettled.
They feared being stabbed in the back by their "allies" while assaulting Mo Hua. The atmosphere was deadlocked, with no progress being made.
Finally, Ao Zheng from the Four Great Sects and Shen Cangfeng stood forward. Shen Cangfeng fought Mo Hua, his sword not yet ready before he perished. Ao Zheng fought Mo Hua, being tricked by Mo Hua dumbfoundedly. Both were vehemently eager to kill Mo Hua swiftly. "Let's make three pledges." "Before extinguishing Taixu and killing Mo Hua, no one is to turn against allies." "If any sect violates this agreement and plots against the alliance, all sects will unite and destroy them first." "Once Taixu is extinguished and Mo Hua killed, this agreement is automatically nullified." "Then we'll resume the sword competition and settle the score."
This agreement carried great deterrence.
But precisely because of that, it brought comfort. "This sounds good." "Agreed..." "United efforts, let's kill Mo Hua first!"
The crowd was agitated with fervor.
Song Jian felt some regret in his heart.
In such a situation, with everyone together, he couldn't perform any underhanded tricks.
As for Mo Hua, he could only rely on his luck.
Song Jian drew the Sever Gold Sword, blending into the crowd, expressing anger on his face: "Mo Hua deserves to die, kill Mo Hua first!"
Those present were all Heavenly Pride Disciples from various sects, with extraordinary cultivation and strength, their actions naturally becoming more incisive with a common goal.
Ao Zheng punched, collapsing the stone wall.
Shen Cangfeng struck with his sword, shattering the mountain stones.
Besides Shen Linsu and the four Heavenly Pride Disciples, other sect elites also struck, directly demolishing half the stone wall.
The stone wall destroyed, formation base disappeared.
The illusion array was broken accordingly.
The concealment formation inside began to fail.
Before the crowd, the light and shadow of mountain stones transformed, then shattered, revealing a valley entrance.
The entrance resembled a line to the sky, exceedingly narrow.
The stone walls on both sides towered, allowing only one person to pass through.
Above the entrance, there were densely packed Second Grade High-Level Formations, extending endlessly at first glance.
The crowd changed expressions upon seeing it: "This Mo Hua truly knows how to choose a place..." "They actually laid down so many formations." "Is this a sword discussion or a formation competition..."
Shen Cangfeng said, "Each sect will send out a team, body cultivators in front, sword cultivators in the middle, spiritual cultivators at the rear, taking turns to break the formation." "Once we've broken the formations, we'll all charge in together." "Alright!"
Shen Cangfeng led the charge, taking a step forward, his longsword gathering power, beginning to strike at the formation on the One Line Sky.
Then the disciples from the Four Sects and Seven Gates took action one after another...
Soon, there was a loud rumbling sound.
Outside the battlefield, the cultivators who had been observing the overall situation through the Fang Tian Painting Shadow all let out sighs of relief. "Finally found it." "I thought he could hold on a bit longer with this illusion array and concealment formation." "Unlucky..." "The Ten Thousand Formations Sect is no pushover." "Now this Asura battle has turned into a battle of offense and defense." "The Four Great Sects, along with seven sects from the Eight Great Gates, jointly attacking-it's such a grand spectacle." "Even Mo Hua's formations won't hold out for long, Taixu Gate can't withstand it." "Once the valley is lost, Taixu Gate is likely to face a massacre..." "Truly miserable..."
The entire Taixu Gate, including Zhang Lan and others, all cultivators who cared about Mo Hua and Taixu Gate, felt as if a huge stone was pressing on their hearts, almost suffocating them.
In the Sword Observation Tower, the sect leaders of the Three Mountains also stared at the Fang Tian Painting Shadow intently, not having taken a single sip of tea. And in the sword discussion field.
The formations laid down by Mo Hua were also being broken one after another.