To single-handedly push the top talents of their Four Great Sects to such a state made these Old Ancestors quite worried...
Fortunately, the heavens still favored the Four Great Sects.
The Old Ancestor of the Daluo Sect looked at Elder Master Xun and snorted: "Formations, after all, are external things, unreliable." "In the Sword Discussion Conference, one's strength still speaks the loudest." "Cultivation, Body Techniques, Spell, Swordsmanship, these are the true skills of a cultivator for combat, the foundation for a cultivator's standing, and the basis of the Sword Discussion." "Your Taixu Gate has strayed down the wrong path. Clearly here for a sword debate, yet your disciples can't even wield a sword, relying entirely on formations, what nonsense..."
Elder Master Xun endured the mockery but remained silent, his gaze deep, pondering something unknown.
In the Sword Debate arena.
Although Shen Linsu and the others were alive, they were clearly severely injured, their complexions looking terrible.
All of them displayed murderous intent towards Mo Hua.
Mo Hua is the only cultivator so far who has been able to push them, the
Heavenly Talents, to such a wretched state.
The power of that previous formation explosion was terrifying beyond compare, leaving them still feeling lingering fear.
If it weren't for their bloodline's warning, superior Taoist methods for protection.
And the fifty-plus Heavenly Talents in the arena taking the damage with their bodies, weakening the formation's destructive force.
Otherwise, that explosion would indeed have killed them all.
Now, the surroundings were desolate, the mountains turned to ruins, all empty.
Mo Hua had no formation left to use.
A Formation Master without formations is a useless person.
Now he's truly powerless, inevitably dead!
Shen Linsu raised his sword at Mo Hua, Xiao Wuchen gathered his Sword Qi,
Duanmu Qing formed spell hand seals, Ao Zhan accumulated Dragon Cauldron Strength, and Ye Qingfeng activated Unity Sword.
The five top Heavenly Talents joined forces, all their killer moves targeting Mo
Hua.
All the cultivators outside the arena were shocked watching this scene. These were Qianxue State Boundary's five strongest talents, now five against one.
Across the Four Sects and Eight Gates, perhaps only Mo Hua was worthy of this treatment.
Facing the five top Heavenly Talent disciples of Qianxue State Boundary with killing moves, Mo Hua's expression remained calm.
He asked faintly: "You five have all been on that ship, haven't you?"
This statement, like thunder from a clear sky, was incredibly sharp.
No one answered.
But the faces of Shen Linsu and the others all changed.
Their faces showed coldness, anger, even more naked killing intent.
A desire to tear Mo Hua to pieces.
Mo Hua sighed softly.
He expected that "young master" was among these five. Ultimately, who the young master was, Mo Hua couldn't guess, but at this stage, it no longer mattered.
In any case, the result would be the same...
Mo Hua slowly stood up.
When sitting, he was a mysterious Formation Master controlling the entire situation, deciding life and death, manipulating ink like a fierce dragon, formations akin to demons, annihilating formidable enemies with ease. But when he stood, his aura drastically changed, his eyes turned sharp, his expression cold, like a treasure sword unearthed from dust, looking around with an awe-inspiring aura, akin to an Azure Dragon overlooking the world.
Mo Hua spoke with disdain, with unmatched arrogance: "I have a sword, once unleashed, you will all die!"