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Facing death and giving others the hope to survive, anyone would fight for it with all their might. Sima Chang Xing was well versed in this art. Zhang Qingwu wanted to see the true power of the Mountain Sword Formation, and only those with a strong desire to survive could display the true power of the formation.

Would those who were able to survive the Flower Mountain Sword Formation really be able to survive? Ye Mo Han disapproved of Sima Chang Xing's words. People who had control over certain matters would usually not honor a promise they casually made.

Everyone really did leave the Lu family and headed towards the wasteland two miles away from the Lu family. Tang Tian Yuan's expression turned even more unsightly when he saw the corpse outside the door. Would the Hua Shan Sect, which would not even let their servants go, really let him go? Tang Tian Yuan had his own answers, but in front of his subordinates, he had to persevere. He had to personally watch his subordinates fight with the Hua Shan Sword Formation, so even if he were to be killed, he would maintain his dignity. What exactly was dignity? Some people would always talk about it, but their actions would always flatter others. Some people could never say the word, but they would always feel it was inviolable. This was because the word 'dignity' had long been etched into their hearts. Unyielding is dignity, not bullying the weak, bullying others is also dignity.

The Lu siblings and their mother also followed the crowd from the Hua Shan Faction out of the Lu family mansion. Before long, the entire Lu family mansion was empty, leaving behind only dozens of ice-cold corpses. After everyone had left, Ye Mo Han and Dong Fang Rui descended from the rooftop. They could see the Flower Mountain Sword Formation with their own eyes, so they did not want to miss this opportunity. It was fortunate that the wasteland was filled with weeds. Even though they had been trampled over, it was still very easy to hide two people. It was just that Ye Mo and Dong Fang Rui had to be extremely careful in the past. If Ye Mo Han were to be recognized by Sima Chang Xing and the rest, their first targets would not be Tang Tian Yuan and his underlings, but Ye Mo Han and Dong Fang Rui.

As soon as Ye Mo Han and Dong Fang Rui stepped out of the Lu family's front door, the smell of blood hit their faces. The women and children on the ground had all died a horrible death. Some of them still had their eyes open, and their eyes were filled with doubt and unwillingness. As for who their master was, they only had one request. That was to be able to live. However, they were unable to fulfil that seemingly simple wish of theirs. They may have had the people of Mount Hua's territory among them, and they may have proudly told others how lucky they were to be of the school, but they would never have dreamed that the people who killed them would be the school they respected and trusted the most. When Ye Jianhan saw these horrible deaths, his hatred for Zhang Qingwu had unknowingly increased by a few points. Dongfang Rui acted as if she didn't see the person on the ground, and her eyes were only focused on whether the person in the distance was looking back or not.

No one's attention was focused on the two people behind them. Some of them were nervous, while others were thinking about how to kill the challenger with all their might. Only Sima Chang Xing and the other two men of White Crane Pavilion seemed to be in high spirits. In this place, the decisions of the few of them were in their hands. Many people's lives were in their hands. When they were in the Hua Shan Sect, all four of them had to listen to Zhang Qingwu's orders. It was not easy to be able to arbitrarily control the fate of others, so how could they not be passionate and enjoy the pleasures of power?

One had to admit, power was a good thing. It made people obsessed with it. However, if it was not used properly, it would devour those who held power and let those who held power suffer the consequences. Since ancient times, there had been many emperors who had lost their lives due to the improper use of power. Even though there were previous examples, they were still unable to stop the crowd's craving for it.

The two of them easily hid in the grass a hundred zhang away from the group. They could clearly see the situation of the crowd. The two groups of people stood on opposite sides, leaving a large space between them for the competition. The several hundred disciples of the Hua Shan Sect also surrounded the group, forming a large circle on the outside. They probably wanted to intimidate the Tang Clan and also prevent others from suddenly escaping. When he saw Sima Chang Xing say something to Tang Tian Yuan, Tang Tian Yuan's expression became a bit better. He turned around and called for eight people to whisper to him. On one hand, he could preserve his original strength. On the other hand, he could also let the others see the changes in the Flower Mountain Sword Formation, see if they could find a flaw in it, and hope that he could break through it and survive.

After hearing what Tang Tian Yuan had to say, the eight people were a bit hesitant, as if they still couldn't make up their minds to fight. Even though they knew that they would die, many people still did not want to be the first to go. Sima Chang Xing clapped his hands, and eight people walked out from the crowd of Hua Shan disciples. They occupied eight different positions: Kan, Gen, Zhen, Xun, Li, Kun, and Ying. The eight of them were all using the small sword formation of Mount Hua, and when looking at each of them separately, they would all be people with average martial arts skills. However, when several people stood in a certain position and formed the formation, the eight of them seemed to have become completely different people. The Hua Shan Small Sword Formation was suitable for attacking one or two people, but Sima Chang Xing had requested Tang Tian to send eight people to fight. From this, it could be seen how confident Sima Chang Xing was that Tang Tian Yuan's men wouldn't be able to survive the Hua Shan Sword Formation. Perhaps, in Sima Chang Xing's eyes, they were just a motley crowd.

Knowing that it was too late to retreat now, the eight Lu Family hanger-ons drew their weapons and quickly attacked the eight of them. Of the eight people, three had blades, two had swords, one had a whip, one had a pair of hammers, and the last one had a mace. The eight of them pounced towards a certain direction. The Hua Shan disciples' swords were like flood dragons, each of them raising their swords with the same altitude, but all eight of them gathered their energy and did not unleash it. When the Lu family's hanger-ons were about to attack, the eight of them moved and stepped back one zhang. The eight of them exchanged positions and doubled the size of the array. This way, it looked like there were sixteen people forming two array formations.

Seeing where they were, the eight hanger-ons were even more shocked, desperately trying to break free from the encirclement. How could they have expected the Hua Shan disciples on the eight spots to be waving their swords wildly. Everyone felt an ice-cold sword Qi attacking them, and all raised their weapons to defend themselves. Ye Mo Han saw that the eight people's sword techniques were in disarray, but they were being used in accordance with a certain pattern. However, Ye Mo Han was unable to tell what pattern was followed. The eight disciples continued to move forward, and the circle became smaller and smaller. Before long, the eight disciples of Mount Hua and the eight Lu family hanger-ons began to come into contact with each other's weapons. However, the formation circle continued to shrink further. The eight people in the formation had their backs facing each other, and they were all trying to block the eight people attacking them.

The eight people in the formation had never fought together before, so how could they be a match for the disciples that were usually trained in the art of fighting? Fresh blood scattered, that person with the whip was the first to be killed by the disciples of the Hua Shan Sect, the eight of them immediately had a hole opened up. With one less helper, the seven of them had no way to defend themselves. A few more streams of blood flew through the air as the throats of the seven were sliced open. Not long after, they all fell to the ground and died.

It only took the time it took for the Mountain Flower Sword Formation to kill the eight people for a cup of tea. In such a short period of time, the number of changes in the sword formation did not exceed twenty. According to the principles of the eight trigrams, there should be sixty-four variations on this little sword formation. Killing eight people and using twenty of them wouldn't even be enough. One could tell that this Hua Shan Sword Formation was indeed well-deserved its reputation. Then what about the Great Sword Formation of Mount Hua, which was divided into a square formation and a perimeter formation? How many variations would the sword formation transform from the sixty-four divines? This kind of sword formation that was suitable for a battle between two armies had already fallen into the hands of Zhang Qingwu. If she had the intention to rule the world, the Hua Shan Sword Formation could very well become a powerful opponent for Mo Jiajian.

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