On the martial arts arena, a thick purple mist had completely enveloped the platform, even Xiao Zhentian had retreated, his eyes wide open, staring at the situation on the stage.

The members of the Long Hand Clan, leveraging their physical advantages, continuously launched attacks on the women of the Poison Manor. Their long arms were adept at both offense and defense, leaping up and down. As Zhang Po described it, they were 'flipping and juggling'. Meanwhile, the women from the Poison Manor did not rush to decide a victor, instead entangling with the Long Hand Clan in a strategic dance.

Whenever the Long Hand Clan members were about to strike the women of the Poison Manor, the latter would retreat in unison as if on cue. The Long Hand Clan, having no choice but to pursue, began to feel a stinging sensation after a while in the toxic fog.

"Big brother, if we continue like this, we'll be exhausted to death in this mist. I think we should retreat first," one member of the Long Hand Clan said to the leader.

The leading member of the Long Hand Clan retorted, "Retreat? To where? The entire arena is shrouded by these women's fog. Unless we admit defeat. Are our Long Hand Clan people ones to easily surrender?"

"No!" The team members replied, but their tones were clearly weakened. It was apparent that they would inevitably face defeat if this dragged on.

"No matter, we will awaken and take them down in one move," the leader shouted.

Upon hearing the leader's command, the members of the Long Hand Clan all shouted in unison, a layer of white light covered their arms, which became visibly thinner and longer, while energy body muscles began to grow on their bodies.

"Charge!" The leader led the charge towards the women of the Poison Manor, their speed astonishingly fast.

Just as the Long Hand Clan members were about to reach the women of the Poison Manor, the latter's bodies erupted with a thick purple fog again, like a small mushroom cloud, enveloping the Long Hand Clan members.

The Long Hand Clan members wrapped in the thick fog immediately began to change. Their newly awakened arms started to fester at a visible rate, growing yellow pustules that oozed pus.

"This is bad!" the Long Hand Clan thought, but helplessly, they too were affected by the toxic fog. Their vision went black and they collapsed to the ground.

"Xiao Yifei, they are starting to fall one by one," Zhang Po, watching the stage, exclaimed in shock.

"Now is the time!" Xiao Yifei shouted, then closed his eyes, channeling his Qi towards the martial arts arena. Green light intertwined into a green net, rapidly enveloping the area below.

Meanwhile, Zhang Po leapt into the air, chanting a spell. A golden light gradually concentrated on the Sword Saint. With a loud shout, Zhang Po swung his sword, unleashing a golden Sword Qi towards a pillar at the corner of the arena.

The stone pillar cracked as the Elder atop it, overconfident with the belief that no one dared be unruly at the Martial Artist Conference, relaxed his guard and didn't release his internal Qi in advance. As Zhang Po's Sword Qi severed the pillar, the Elder fell along with it, causing the shield on the stage to suddenly disappear.

"Xiao Yifei!"

"Here, Compassion for All! Shield!" At Xiao Yifei's command, the green light beneath the stage swiftly enveloped the martial arts arena, replacing the shield while emitting a myriad of tiny green lights on the platform. As these lights touched the Long Hand Clan members, their festering wounds began to heal.

The members of the Long Hand Clan, clueless about what happened, merely felt that at the brink of death, a green light arose on the arena, and their strength began to recover while their wounds healed rapidly.

What kind of Recovery Power is this!

"Quick, surrender! Get off the stage!" Chang Wei shouted loudly at the awakened Long Hand Clan members from below the stage.

The Long Hand Clan's leader came to his senses, realizing that they couldn't continue entangling with the Poison Manor women on stage. He immediately raised his arms and said, "We surrender! We ask the audience below to bear witness, we have conceded, let us down!"

With the Long Hand Clan team rolling and scrambling off the stage, the match concluded, and the victory was declared for the women of the Poison Manor.

Because Xiao Yifei's Compassion for All was so sudden, the audience below didn't immediately understand what had happened. They merely assumed the Long Hand Clan team used some Secret Technique to quickly retreat and surrender for survival.

However, the discerning Xiao Zhentian and the four Elders on the pillar naturally understood what had happened: someone was meddling!

The women of the Poison Manor stood on stage with shocked expressions, their faces full of confusion, especially the captain, the leading woman in the Purple Robe, could hardly believe that a cultivation technique could swiftly neutralize the Purple Cloud Poison Fog of the Poison Manor.

The woman turned to Xiao Zhentian, "Lord Xiao, this?"

But Xiao Zhentian remained silent, deep in thought. If he immediately ordered the capture of the mastermind causing chaos below the stage, his ambition to eliminate the competitors might be exposed. With so many eyes witnessing the scene, if he acted rashly, it might not bode well.

But if he let the troublemaker escape, where would the Xiao Family's authority stand?

"Family Head, in this old man's opinion, this matter should be addressed privately. The priority now is to announce the match result to avoid being laughed at by the juniors below." The elder who was struck down by Zhang Po had some insight, but as an Elder of the Xiao Family, maintaining its order was essential. He did not want to see Xiao Zhentian in difficulty either.

"Alright." Xiao Zhentian nodded, a hint of severity flashing in his eyes, thinking to himself, "If I find out which little rascal did this from below, I'll surely skin him alive." Xiao Zhentian composed his expression and addressed the audience still awaiting his announcement: "The fourth round, the fourth team of the Long Hand Clan has surrendered. The winner is the eighteenth team, Poison Manor!"

With Xiao Zhentian's announcement, the audience erupted into sparse applause. Clearly, the participants below were not pleased with these actions of collaboration between the Poison Manor and Xiao Zhentian. If it were the previous battle formats, the outcome might not have been so predictable.

"It seems Xiao Zhentian doesn't intend to pursue it now due to the embarrassment. Let's hurry back to the resting area before they realize," Zhang Po said as he appeared beside Xiao Yifei after the announcement, urging him.

"Yes, but sooner or later, the Xiao Family will suspect me. I need to think of a way to conceal myself," Xiao Yifei said as he prepared to follow Zhang Po back to the resting area.

The Compassion for All just now was a move he gradually comprehended from healing the injured in many rounds, with the effect of group healing and astounding Recovery Power. However, the drawback was significant depletion, and after using this move, Xiao Yifei felt his Qi was entirely depleted.

"You two are quite excessive."

Just as Xiao Yifei was about to retreat with Zhang Po's support, a cold voice suddenly rang out behind him.

"Who is it?" Xiao Yifei instinctively turned to look back, only to meet a pair of crimson pupils. They coldly gazed at him and Zhang Po. Xiao Yifei was surprised that, although the eye color was fiery, within this young pair of eyes, it was like a vast glacier, staring at him, sending chills down his spine.

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