The situation was rapidly changing. The Canglong Sect indeed dared not act too presumptuously, especially seeing how easily Ren Yuanhao had drawn the malevolent sword Taiyi, coupled with the relationship between the Chaoyang Sect and the Muyun Sect. Mo Xinghe, that old fox, how could he not grasp the meaning behind Yao Yuesheng's words?
"Very well. The Holy Maiden of the Muyun Sect actually shelters a junior disciple from the Chaoyang Sect. It seems the relationship between your two sects is indeed extraordinary."
"Senior Uncle Mo is joking. Although our two sects have a good relationship, when it comes to matters, reason always prevails."
As Yao Yuesheng spoke, the disciples roared in unison, their combined momentum with over two hundred people was considerable.
Mo Xinghe's brow furrowed. The Second Elder and others had already descended from the viewing platform, taking the fainted Yuan Che to the rest area. As he passed by Ren Yuanhao, he specially nodded in greeting and said softly, "Thank you, brother, for intervening in time and showing mercy. The Canglong Sect is not solely dictated by me, Mo Xinghe. We acknowledge this favor."
Ren Yuanhao cupped his fists, then handed him a pill called 'Qingxin Huawu Dan', exchanged with system points.
"Second Elder, this pill has the effect of dispelling evil. It can alleviate the erosion of the malevolent energy from the fierce sword within him."
The Second Elder also bowed, "Great kindness needs no thanks. The Canglong Sect remembers your favor, brother."
Although Ren Yuanhao appeared calm on the surface, his heart was bleeding.
After all, this Qingxin Huawu Dan had cost him a full two hundred points, which was two hundred thousand!
However, he knew this was not the time to dwell on such matters. Any force that could be united must be united, as Mandara Gene was the world's number one public enemy.
"Mo Xinghe, I, your Second Elder, speak a word of fairness. If this brother hadn't shown restraint, do you think our Canglong Sect's head disciple would still be alive?"
After settling Yuan Che, the Second Elder reappeared below the arena and questioned sternly.
"Good, good. I never expected an elder of our Canglong Sect to turn against me." Mo Xinghe snorted, a hint of killing intent flashing in his eyes.
The Second Elder said, "Old Mo, we've known each other for a long time. You know I've always spoken my mind. Right and wrong are in people's hearts. We four major sects are inherently interconnected. With Mandara Gene rampant, if we are to quarrel endlessly at this juncture, the populace will be in disarray. How will we contend with those monsters?"
The Second Elder's words immediately drew cheers from the Chaoyang Sect and Muyun Sect, and even more than half of the Canglong Sect began to echo the Second Elder's call.
"Alright, very well. I declare that the Chaoyang Sect has won this first single-combat round."
Upon this announcement, the entire audience erupted in cheers, the acclaim like mountains and seas.
Mo Xinghe gritted his teeth, naturally extremely displeased, but they still had the second round, the team battle.
Although the Canglong Sect might have lost its greatest combatant, among the remaining six people, five were in the Foundation Establishment realm. Looking at the other sects, the Chaoyang Sect's so-called "wastrels" might only have this小子 standing on the stage with monstrous strength, the rest being mere weaklings who hadn't yet entered the Foundation Establishment realm. With the enhancement of the 'Youlong Body', they were naturally confident of winning this second round.
Furthermore, among the seven people from the Muyun Sect, it would be good if two or three had entered the Foundation Establishment realm, let alone their allies, who only had two Foundation Establishment realm cultivators.
With this in mind, Mo Xinghe's heart began to settle.
After the emotions of the crowd had calmed, Mo Xinghe placed four bamboo slips on the platform in front of the arena and announced loudly, "Next, for the second round, the team battle, we will draw lots to determine the opposing parties."
Representatives from the four major sects drew lots. The Muyun Sect and the Yuehan Sect naturally did not wish to draw their allies, and the results were soon revealed.
"The draw is complete. The result is: Chaoyang Sect versus Yuehan Sect, Canglong Sect versus Muyun Sect."
Mo Xinghe waved his sleeve. Except for the Canglong Sect and Muyun Sect which had six people, all other sects had seven.
At this point, Tang Feng had already placed great trust in Ren Yuanhao. In the previous round, they had decided to concede, but unexpectedly, Ren Yuanhao's strength had recovered so quickly. Even more unexpectedly, within these few hours, he had cultivated the Qingxin Jue to such a degree, successfully securing the first spot to enter the Dragon Pool in decades.
Even more exciting for him was that this second round was their chance to shine.
Soon, under Mo Xinghe's主持, the first round of team combat began.
The Canglong Sect, facing the much weaker Muyun Sect, only battled for two to three minutes before the result was decided.
"First round, Canglong Sect wins." Mo Xinghe remained composed, looking at Yao Yuesheng with an extremely indifferent gaze.
Next, the Yuehan Sect would fight the Chaoyang Sect. According to the discussion between Wuliti and Mo Xinghe, the conclusion was to do their best to deplete the true energy of the "man who emerged halfway" from the Chaoyang Sect, and in return, the Canglong Sect would be given one million as thanks.
Both sides reached an agreement, and the disciples, having finally received their orders, all stepped onto the stage.
Tang Feng said, "Everyone, it's not time to reveal our true strength yet. Remember three years ago? Our Sixth and Seventh brothers died at the hands of the Canglong Sect. We must settle this score with them!"
Bai Zhanchen gritted his teeth and said, "Of course. The Chaoyang Sect has been looked down upon for so many years. If we don't give them a resounding slap in the face, I won't be able to swallow this!"
Han Ling Frost clearly remembered that her Seventh Senior Brother loved to play with her. At that time, she was only 17 years old, and she would often sneak out of the barrier, always getting lost. Without exception, whenever she got lost and was in a panic, her Seventh Senior Brother would always save her from danger like an immortal.
But now that her Seventh Senior Brother was gone, she didn't even have the courage to escape the barrier. She was afraid that when she got lost and thought of her Seventh Senior Brother in her heart, she would only hear the ethereal mountain wind and the sound of twilight rain, but would never see her beloved Seventh Senior Brother again.
Her brow furrowed, and her heart burned with anger!
"Shuang'er, that expression of yours is a bit scary."
Ren Yuanhao flicked her forehead and smiled slightly. His appearance was uncannily like his Seventh Senior Brother. Moreover, the act of flicking her forehead was something his Seventh Senior Brother would do every time she got lost, as a form of punishment.
Her eyes turned slightly red, and Ren Yuanhao, not understanding why, thought he had hit her too hard. Fortunately, Tang Feng whispered a few words in his ear, and Ren Yuanhao finally understood.
As both sides prepared, Ren Yuanhao, who should have been placed last, stepped forward without hesitation.
"Three men and three women? A good combination, work is not tiring."
Ren Yuanhao smiled, did not draw the malevolent sword, but drew out the long saber Wuji Blade.
If there were any predators present at this moment, seeing this black saber would surely send them scrambling in fear.