Chapter 2160: Chapter 1015: Water Passing Step? "Is it possible..." Elder Feng said worriedly, "that the Zhang Family’s Ultimate Technique has been leaked out?" "Absolutely impossible!" Great Elder Zhang said sternly, "This is an inheritance from our ancestors. To steal and spread something from our ancestors, there could be no such rebellious disciple in the Zhang Family!" "If there really is such a disciple, even if I don’t skin him alive and pull out his tendons, I will make him eat bran and swallow greens while kneeling in front of the ancestors’ shrine for hundreds of years..." It was like a thunderclap on a clear day. Zhang Lan only felt his scalp tingle, his head buzzing, and his entire heart went cold. From the very beginning, all his worries about the Water Passing Step had now, at this exact time, all come true unanticipatedly. Mo Hua used the Water Passing Step and was seen by someone. Being seen was one thing, but it happened at the Sword Discussion Conference, on such a large screen of the Fang Tian Pu Ying, witnessed by almost all of the cultivators in the Qian Learning State Boundary... Most importantly, it was seen right by the Great Elder of his Zhang Family. And that’s not all. Even more seriously... The movement technique of the Zhang Family had been learned by an outsider. This outsider learned it better than the Zhang Family did. So much so that even the Great Elder himself didn’t realize it was a Zhang Family technique... If this matter wasn’t exposed, it might be okay, but once the Great Elder knew... Zhang Lan dared not think further. He could only grit his teeth, sit upright with a solemn expression, breathing carefully. He turned himself into a "stone man," not daring to take a single breath. Fearing that the slightest breath would let the Great Elder notice his guilty conscience. And for the moment, the Great Elder indeed did not suspect him. After all, in his heart, it was impossible for Mo Hua to have used the Zhang Family’s Water Passing Step. Meanwhile, on the Fang Tian Pu Ying, the sword discussion continued. But the situation of the battle was already very clear. The strongest of the Carefree Sect, Feng Zichen, was somewhat suppressed by Mo Hua in movement technique, and was slightly slower in Sword Dao. Once the Wind Sword slowed down, its power naturally greatly diminished. He couldn’t possibly cut down Mo Hua with his sword in a short time. Theoretically, he could fail countless times, but as long as he succeeded once, with one strike, Mo Hua would die. Mo Hua could succeed countless times, but if he failed once and couldn’t dodge the sword, he would also die. But this seemingly simple yet immensely elusive sword filled Feng Zichen’s heart with extreme despair. And openly, Mo Hua was not the strongest of the Taixu Gate; the strongest disciple was the Sword Dao prodigy Linghu Xiao. Mo Hua first hid, then used Flowing Water Step, and then transitioned to Water Passing Step, repeatedly consuming Feng Zichen’s considerable time. This time was gained for Linghu Xiao. Other disciples of the Carefree Sect, relying on the offensive of the swift sword, could temporarily suppress Linghu Xiao, but could not truly win against him. As time passed, their swords would also slow down. And Linghu Xiao, taking advantage of the delay caused by Mo Hua, found a flaw and activated Chongxu Sword Qi, breaking the Wind Sword of the Carefree Sect. Once the encirclement of the Wind Sword was broken, Linghu Xiao, like a fierce tiger released from its cage, began to slaughter in all directions with the cover of Cheng Mo and others. The disciples of the Carefree Sect naturally retreated step by step. And the prodigy of the Carefree Sect, Feng Zichen, discarded the concern for victory or defeat, focusing solely on trying to kill Mo Hua, or even just to stab him once. Just one stab. As long as he could stab him, even if he couldn’t kill Mo Hua, it would be okay. Even if he could just cut off a corner of his robe, it would suffice. As long as he could truly and clearly touch that figure, elusive like water, mist, and ghosts, it would be enough. Besides that, he wished for nothing more. But he couldn’t stab him. As fast as his movement technique was, as swift as his sword’s edge, as much as his meridians neared exhaustion, waving his sword as densely as the wind, he couldn’t stab Mo Hua even once. Linghu Xiao joined forces with Ouyang Xuan and three others, slayed four disciples of the Carefree Sect, and then surrounded Feng Zichen for a concentrated attack. Mo Hua, who had been chased throughout the entire battle, also had free time to turn around and use spells to "discipline" Feng Zichen. The result was inevitable. This prodigy of the Carefree Sect, the elite of the Feng family, lost just like that. He didn’t just lose. Before Feng Zichen’s defeat, his face was pale, lost and in disarray, even showing faint signs of his Taoist Heart shattering. This scene evoked much sympathy from the onlookers, eliciting sighs and expressions of pity. "This Mo Hua, this child, is laden with heavy sins!" "Yet another prodigy, humiliated and ruined by him..." "I feel troubled just looking at this..." "Don’t blame Feng Zichen; who could have thought that this damnable Mo Hua had such good movement technique?" "Where on earth did he learn this terrifying movement technique?" "Who is the cursed bastard that aided him, spreading him such shameless movement technique?" Some began to realize the problem: "This Mo Hua, with such good movement technique, was he acting all along when he was being cut and fled in panic?" "Hiss——" The crowd collectively sucked in a breath of cold air. "It’s not the cat catching the mouse, but the mouse playing with the cat?" "Was he toying with Feng Zichen?" "No," someone shook their head, "he wasn’t just toying with Feng Zichen, he was toying with all of us..." At that time, everyone was gloating, waiting to see Mo Hua’s embarrassment. In the end, they all became a joke. All of them had been played by Mo Hua. Thinking of this, everyone fell silent. Their faces flushed with heat, and flames of anger surged in their chests. They were angry in silence, but could only remain silent in anger, unable to utter a single word. But regardless, Mo Hua’s "reputation" grew larger again. Of course, this reputation was laden with controversy.