The Xuan-Grade Match's Sword Discussion format also had quite a few forms.
But whether Mo Hua's luck was good or not so good, up to now, the formats he had participated in had been either the Decapitation Match or the Melee Match.
As for the other formats, such as Offense-Defense Match, Monster Hunting, Escort Match, and so on, he had not played even a single round.
This round of Sword Discussion against the Xiaoyao Sect was also only a basic Melee Match.
Only by "slaying" every last disciple on the opposing side could they win.
Of course, by this point, among the Cultivators watching the match, no one cared about things like the "format" anymore. They cared about only one thing:
Who, in the end, could slay Mo Hua?
Who, in the end, could make that despicable and shameless Mo Hua die once in the Sword Discussion Assembly?
Who, in the end, could use Mo Hua's "fresh blood" to wash clean the humiliation of all the prodigies of Ganxue!
As long as someone could kill Mo Hua once, that was enough.
They did not care about winning or losing at all.
Or rather, as long as someone could kill Mo Hua, that person would be the "victor" in everyone's hearts.
This simple yet fierce wish permeated the hearts of all the Cultivators on Dao Discussion Mountain.
The atmosphere among the spectators was also like a furnace, burning until people's blood boiled.
And in this Sword Discussion, the one upon whom the greatest hopes were placed was the Xiaoyao Sect's prodigy, Feng Zichen—handsome and carefree, dressed all in white, his Sword Qi like the wind.
It was not only the Feng Family elders who held such hopes.
Most of the Cultivators watching the match were expecting the same.
They were waiting