The black boar demon struggled desperately, its demonic power fluctuating, causing mud and stones to fly chaotically in all directions.
However, this muddy pit was very deep, and the formation set up around it was extremely sophisticated.
It seemed that without twenty or thirty breaths, this pig monster wouldn’t be able to break free.
In a life and death chase like this, twenty or thirty breaths could already determine life or death and was enough time for Mo Hua to escape.
Xun Ziyou let out a slow breath, nodding to himself.
Mo Hua’s formation skills were becoming increasingly exquisite.
He didn’t simply rely on the power of formations but derived the power of the Eight Trigrams through them, using this to alter the terrain and trap this third-grade monster beast, seeking a chance to escape.
He could think of all this in such a short time and execute it without a single mistake.
This child’s talent and comprehension in formations were near-monster-like.
"With this, he doesn’t need anyone else’s help; he can use his own abilities to escape from this third-grade pig monster..."
Xun Ziyou felt gratified, but after a moment, he realized that although Mo Hua had trapped the pig monster using the formation, he hadn’t fled. Instead, he stood still, pointing to his forehead.
Xun Ziyou was startled and frowned.
What did that mean?
What was this kid doing?
Hurry and escape!
Soon, this pig monster would break free from the formation in the mud.
Time was precious. Such a good opportunity, and instead of taking the chance to escape, what stance was he taking, and what was he thinking?
Xun Ziyou frowned, staring at Mo Hua for a while, then suddenly felt a jolt in his heart as a shocking guess surged up:
This kid, he couldn’t be thinking of... killing this pig monster, could he?
It’s impossible...
He’s only at the Foundation Establishment stage, and he wants to kill a third-grade Golden Core Realm monster beast on his own?!
He’s... insane, isn’t he?!
Who gave him the courage?!
Even if the ancestors of the Taixu Gate have blessed him, even if the ancestral tombs of the Taixu Gate caught fire and burned to the ground, spewing black smoke, it couldn’t protect him from risking his life like this!
Xun Ziyou’s heart suddenly tightened, cold sweat breaking out all over his body.
Meanwhile, the third-grade black boar demon’s two front hooves had already emerged from the mud, clawing at the shore.
A grotesque, enormous pig’s head poked out from the swamp.
Xun Ziyou’s heart pounded in fear, and he no longer hesitated, silently operating his sword technique and drawing his treasured sword.
But in the next moment, a strange Sword Intent came, making Xun Ziyou’s heart suddenly skip a beat as he incredulously turned to look.
In the forest, the powerful pig monster was breaking free from the mud.
The weak Mo Hua was confronting the pig monster.
His fingers were pointed at his forehead.
He seemed rather ordinary, but in just a moment, an unbelievably powerful Sword Intent far surpassing the Foundation Establishment Realm exploded from his slender body.
As the Divine Thought surged, it seemed to whip up a furious storm of Sword Intent.
As the Sword Intent rose, Mo Hua’s eyes grew increasingly dazzling.
Pured golden light, sharpened to the extreme, flowed with sword’s glow, incredibly sharp.
And at his fingertips, a wisp of Spiritual Power circled, pointing at his forehead, communicating with the boundary of reality and illusion, pulling out the powerful Tai Xu Sword Intent bit by bit.
The astonishing brilliance began to reveal itself to the world...
Sensing this ancient and profound Sword Intent, Xun Ziyou’s mouth dropped open, feeling his breath catch and his heart stop.
As if sensing the crisis, the pig monster’s roars became increasingly shrill.
Its Blood Qi boiled completely, its Monster Qi as dark as ink, and with demonic power surging, it leaped fiercely, breaking free from the mud.
Then, it disregarded everything and charged at Mo Hua, seemingly wanting to eliminate this threat in the cradle, devouring him whole.
At this moment, Mo Hua’s gaze sharpened, and his fingers pointed, drawing out a faint sword glow.
This sword glow was brilliantly dazzling.
It was an existence formed from Divine Thought.
Moreover, it was an existence infused with the essence of a deity, transcending the ordinary cultivator’s Divine Sense.
Even Xun Ziyou, in the late Golden Core stage, could only see a hazy sword shadow, with occasionally shimmering, golden, glassy threads of Sword Intent flowing from it.
The black boar demon glared fiercely, carrying a dark wind, charging at Mo Hua.
Mo Hua’s gaze was icy, and his fingers pointed.
The Tai Xu God-Slaying Sword was drawn.
The massive sword shadow shot out, arriving in an instant, piercing directly into the pig monster’s bell-like eyes.
The eyes were the window to Divine Sense.
The powerful Sword Intent slashed through this window of flesh and blood, directly into the pig monster’s Monster Sensing.
Like gold and iron cutting through clay.
Shrill and pained howls, piercing to the extreme, suddenly echoed throughout the entire mountain.
And then, the cries abruptly ceased.
No one knew what happened within the pig monster’s Sea of Consciousness.
Like Yama calling out names, the Impermanence demanding lives.
The black boar demon’s life abruptly vanished.
Its bell-like ferocious eyes lost their gleam within a few breaths, becoming completely dull.
Its body, deprived of will, became nothing more than a large mass of flesh, its limbs sprawled on the ground, inertia carrying it toward Mo Hua.
The ground formation lit up, spikes of stone rising like spears, hindering the black boar demon’s body.
The stone spikes shattered one by one, and the black boar demon’s speed slowed until finally stopping in front of Mo Hua.
Its eyes remained deadlocked on Mo Hua.
But its Monster Sensing was completely obliterated, and it had no vitality left.
Mo Hua stood quietly in place, his thin figure towering like a mountain.
As for the black boar demon, its limbs and head lay on the ground, blood and flesh lingering, its mountainous body now seemingly in humble submission.
Silence enveloped the scene.
In the distant woods.
Xun Ziyou still held a stance as if drawing his sword, motionless like a clay sculpture, while a storm raged within him.