“Master… I didn’t lose…” Jiang Ziyu said, and then fainted.
Wen Shili frowned, his eyes like jade, and said to the attendant beside him: "Go and invite the Holy Lord Fuhua."
His voice is deep and cool, like the clear water from an ancient well.
"Yes, True Lord!"
"Wait, I'll go myself."
The round trip would waste more time, so it would be better for him to go directly.
Wen Shili slightly turned his handsome face and swept his cold eyes over Li Er who was kneeling on the ground and shivering.
"Master, calm down! I, I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have coated the Soul Devouring Nail with poison. I violated the rules of the conference. I am guilty, I am guilty!"
"Please be magnanimous and forgive me this time! If I knew he was your apprentice, I would never... Poof!!!"
Wen Shili waved his wide white sleeves and powerful spiritual power exploded, causing huge waves. Everyone present was affected, and those with weaker spiritual power were almost about to become unstable.
Li Er was knocked to the ground by this huge spiritual power. He spit out a mouthful of blood, was thrown dozens of feet away, and fainted.
"Take this man to the dungeon and I will deal with him personally."
After Wen Shili said this, he flew away on a sword holding Jiang Ziyou. He was dressed in white like falling snow, with his wide sleeves fluttering in the air, as if he was about to ascend to heaven at any time.
"This Qinghe Shijun directly destroyed Li Er's meridians, and not only did he not die immediately, but also put him in a water dungeon... This is too cruel!"
"According to the rules of the Immortal Alliance Conference, those who use poison during a fight will indeed be punished by being thrown into the water prison."
"That's right. Li Er hit the True Lord's beloved disciple. That was equivalent to slapping the True Lord in the face. Everyone knows that the True Lord is eager to protect his disciples..."
An outer disciple from Qinggu Peak came over and whispered, "You don't know, Jiang Ziyou and his master sleep in the same room, under the same blanket, and on the same bed!"
"really?!"
"Why would I scare you? I saw with my own eyes that he and his master had that kind of..."
"Tell me quickly, what kind of thing are you doing?" The people nearby were listening attentively, but the disciple suddenly blushed and kept silent.
A cold male voice came into his ears through his spiritual sense: "Since you can't control your tongue, then let me control it. Higurashi will not tolerate those who speak ill of others in private. From today on, you will be expelled from Qinggu Peak!"
It was Qinghe Zhenjun! He heard it!
The disciple seemed to have not yet recovered from the shock of the god-like arrival, and just ran away madly.
"What's wrong with him?"
"I don't know, let's continue watching the competition."
Jiang Niannian watched silently what had just happened, her expression somewhat solemn. She remembered that at the end of the novel, Wen Shili suddenly died. How did he die
"Next game—Yin Ci vs. Yin Buqi!"
This voice interrupted Jiang Niannian's thoughts. She looked up suddenly. What a coincidence!
A man came up on the stage, he looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a black robe with arrow sleeves, a high ponytail, golden hair buttons, unruly and handsome, but at the end of his right eye was a blood-red teardrop mole that was mentioned countless times in the novel and belonged to the male protagonist Yin Ci.
There was an exclamation from the audience.
"Niannian, I'll go up first." Yin Buqi smiled at Jiang Niannian, but his eyes looking at the stage were full of bloodthirsty cruelty.