Immortality Through Array Formations - Chapter 1401: 776 The Old Servant

Chapter 1401: Chapter 776 The Old Servant

“This little brat… what’s going on?!”

His own magical White Bone Evil Sword, turned into tofu-like bits, crushed so easily by him?

This… is he really “human”?!

The old monster cultivator was shocked and confused.

But he was not willing to sit and wait for death.

This brat might be a formidable enemy, but after hundreds of years of planning and endless efforts, now having finally transformed into the Evil Spirit Sword Demon, he was definitely not an ant to be easily crushed!

Unless you break the cauldrons and sink the boats, fight a deadly battle, how would you know who will win in the end?

If you don’t fight hard, how will you know you can’t win?

“Alright…”

The old monster cultivator, with a bone for his body and sword remains for his limbs, revealed a strong fighting spirit in his fierce eyes. The bone sword was filled with venom-like demonic qi, his aura continually climbing higher, his skeletal body gradually became larger, surrounded by bloody sword qi.

“Today, I will meet you, letting you know the terrifying body of a Sword Demon!”

The old monster cultivator’s gaze turned fierce, moving swiftly from stillness, driving the force of the demon wraith, and with a strike.

The gigantic bone sword, condensed with boundless demonic qi, with a terrifying momentum, slashed toward Mo Hua in an instant.

This bone sword was immense.

Mo Hua’s body wasn’t even as tall as the bone sword.

But his expression was calm, just lightly throwing a punch.

A little fist against the gigantic White Bone Evil Sword.

In just a moment, the White Bone Evil Sword was shattered by Mo Hua’s fist.

The old monster cultivator’s expression was terrified, yet unwilling to give up, striking with all his might.

For a moment, the forest-white sword bones, demon thought sword qi, evil sword intent… were ceaselessly surging in the blood pool.

The old monster cultivator performing countless sword moves.

But whether it was sword bones, sword qi, or sword intent, however bloody or terrifying, however overwhelming, Mo Hua responded to all changes with constancy, with just a punch.

One punch, the sword bones broke, the sword qi dissipated, the sword intent vanished.

No move could not be resolved by his punch.

The old monster cultivator grew more aghast, yet more furious.

Must fight desperately!

If he doesn’t fight desperately, he won’t even have a chance to!

The old monster cultivator’s aura changed again, pupils turned pitch-black, sword bones continuously grew on him, like the segments of a centipede, his body transformed into a centipede, section by section climbing up, at the same time, his evil wraith telekinesis became more and more intense, almost reaching the peak of the Second Grade…

“You forced me…”

The old monster cultivator laughed fiercely.

Mo Hua looked at the old monster cultivator, his expression calm and unruffled, his gaze still indifferent, even with a hint of disappointment.

“Tired of it…”

Mo Hua said blandly.

The old monster cultivator’s sinister laughter abruptly stopped, followed by a bone-chilling fear in his heart.

The next moment, Mo Hua disappeared.

When he reappeared, he was already above the old monster cultivator’s head.

Mo Hua leapt high, gently stomping down.

This stomp was like a heavy hammer, powerfully smashing down.

The old monster cultivator was blasted into the ground like a cannonball.

He was in excruciating pain, even his skull cracked.

Before he could recover, he heard a “creak, creak” sound.

The old monster cultivator’s heart turned cold, glancing sideways, only to find in shock that all his bone sword segments had been completely snapped off by Mo Hua’s small pale hands, not a single one left.

The old monster cultivator struggled futilely.

At this moment, Mo Hua had already grasped his spine bone.

With a light squeeze, his spine bone would break as well.

The old monster cultivator was so frightened his soul was about to scatter, immediately he cried out in horror:

“Little ancestor, spare me!”

Mo Hua’s movement paused slightly.

Seeing this, the old monster cultivator immediately said:

“Little ancestor, spare my life, I have great use!”

Mo Hua stepped on his head, “What use do you have?”

With his head stepped on, the old monster cultivator felt humiliated, but his heart was more filled with despair:

“This little brat, what is his origin, what kind of existence is he, how can he be so terrifying?”

He had never expected that as a Sword Demon Evil Spirit, perfectly fused with his own evil sword, at the peak of the Second Grade, he would truly be like an ant, being effortlessly “controlled” by this little ancestor, without the slightest power to fight back.

Some people, unless they really take action, you wouldn’t know how terrifying they are.

Some things, unless you try hard, you wouldn’t know the despair.

The old monster cultivator quivered, said:

“As long as you, as long as you don’t kill me, I’m willing to do anything.”

“What can you do?”

Mo Hua looked down from above, with an interrogating tone, seemingly ready to kill and snap the old monster cultivator’s spine at any disagreement.

Th𝙞𝑠 ςh𝒶pṯɛr 𝗂𝗌 p𝖔𝓈ṯ𝘦𝐝 bʏ 𝗞𝑖𝐭𝗲Ƞ𝙤ⱴ𝑒𝗅

The old monster cultivator panicked: “I can cast swords!”

“Oh?” Mo Hua’s small eyebrows raised.

The old monster cultivator hurriedly said: “I am a disciple of the Tai’a Sect, once of the Ouyang Family’s direct lineage, I’m skilled in the artifact refining technique, the sword casting Dao, over the years in the Ten Thousand Demons Prison, I’ve cast countless sword weapons, honing my skills to perfection…”

“As long as little ancestor you spare my life, I am willing to serve you, cast swords and refine artifacts.”

Mo Hua shook his head and said: “You forgot, you’re already dead, now you, as a Sword Demon, an Evil Spirit, how can you still help me cast swords?”

The old monster cultivator’s expression trembled.

He forgot, he already isn’t human, not even a monster cultivator.

With an evil spirit body, how can he cast swords?

Mo Hua’s little hand, gestured to snap his spine bone.

The old monster cultivator shivered with dread, immediately said: “I can teach!”

“Teach?”

“That’s right,” the old monster cultivator said, “Although I can’t personally refine artifacts and cast swords, my knowledge and experience in refining is abundant, anything you want to learn, I can tell you…”

Mo Hua’s expression hesitated, as if contemplating something, his gaze occasionally dangerous, occasionally softening.

The old monster cultivator’s heart rose and fell with Mo Hua’s gaze, anxious and uneasy.

He thought for a moment, and immediately added:

“Own Magical Treasure!”

Mo Hua was slightly startled, his eyes slightly brightened.