Gao Han felt relieved when he saw everyone's caring expressions. Although there were misunderstandings, at least they all genuinely cared about the drama queen.
He couldn't say whether the actor was acting. He probably didn't suffer any injuries except those small cuts on his body. He caught a glimpse of someone out of the corner of his eye and suddenly had an idea.
"The Sixth Elder has not taken any action to stop it yet, so Tingzhou should be fine."
When he mentioned it, everyone remembered that the Sixth Elder, who was responsible for their safety, did not even speak up to admit defeat on behalf of Great-Master Zhongli. His reaction was indeed strange.
"I understand. Does the Sixth Elder have the antidote for the Blood Hand Poison Scales?" Senior Brother Zhou clapped his hands and said excitedly.
"Will it happen?" everyone asked doubtfully.
"I don't know. Anyway, you'll find out if you keep watching." Gao Han breathed a sigh of relief and stopped asking him.
There were still a few suspicious looks on him, but no one said anything. His eyes returned to the battle circle. Zhongli Tingzhou began to absorb a large amount of spiritual energy from the Heavenly Condemnation Island, which was then injected into the pseudo-immortal weapon.
The more spiritual energy he absorbed, the happier Zuo Jiandong became, because this meant that the blood-poisonous scales in his body were evaporating rapidly.
The stronger his momentum becomes, the more likely he will fall to the bottom when his bloody hands and poisonous scales fully take effect.
Just then, he suddenly heard a calm shout from the other side.
"Since you are so confident, then take my Destruction Sword!"
With a loud bang, the space around Zuo Jiandong began to vibrate. A force of gravity descended from the sky, and the flow rate of everything around him seemed to become very slow.
He saw a huge sword with its sharp edge exposed, like a god descending to the earth, emitting a power that made him irresistible, and it fell on him with a "whoosh".
The armor on Zuo Jiandong's body whimpered in resistance and was instantly destroyed by the sword light. Blood splattered from his chest, and each drop of blood seemed to have slowed down hundreds of times and slowly floated past his eyes.
Zuo Jiandong's eyeballs trembled slightly, and he stared at Zhongli Tingzhou opposite him with wide eyes. He raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said two words.
"idiot."
Zuo Jiandong didn't understand. His mind was full of questions: why didn't the other party follow his script? Why was he able to perform such a powerful move after being hit by his bloody hand and poisonous scales?
"Jiandong!" Master Qingyun was a beat slow, because he, like his disciples, believed that Zhongli Tingzhou would not be able to fight back, so he failed to rescue Zuo Jiandong in time.
When he made his move, he could only block the aftermath of the sword light and prevent secondary damage to Zuo Jiandong, but the fact was that he was seriously injured.
Chang Tianya did not stop him from saving people. He watched him rescue Zuo Jiandong calmly.
Zuo Jiandong was lying on Master Qingyun's arms, covered in blood, his eyes still wide open. When he saw his master saving him, he opened his mouth to say something, but vomited a large amount of blood.
"Don't talk, you are seriously injured!" Master Qingyun immediately transferred spiritual power into his body.
Just when Zuo Jiandong felt a little better, his chest suddenly felt violently painful and he vomited blood again.
This time, all he vomited was black blood, coagulated into lumps, exactly the same as when Zhongli Tingzhou was poisoned just now.
"Bloody Hands and Poisonous Scales!" Master Qingyun's face changed.
How could his disciples be poisoned by him?
"Master, antidote!" Zuo Jiandong hurriedly took out a storage item and took out a bottle from it. When he saw the bottle, a look of relief immediately appeared on his face.
A hurricane came and blew away the bottle of antidote in his hand.
The other party came prepared, and Master Qingyun was unable to stop him. He immediately glared at Chang Tianya, "Chang Tianya, what do you mean?"
What Chang Tianya was holding in his hand was the bottle of antidote that Zuo Jiandong had just taken out. He poured out a pill of antidote from it and threw it over.
Master Qingyun took the antidote and hesitated for a moment before feeding it to his disciple under his disciple's anxious gaze.
After swallowing the antidote, Zuo Jiandong felt relieved, but his injuries were still severe. After taking the antidote, he continued to use pills to repair his injuries.
A powerful pressure suddenly rose from Master Qingyun, and the sharp edge was directed at Zixiao Sect, "Chang Tianya, return the rest of the antidote, otherwise don't blame me for being rude."
Chang Tianya took out another antidote and threw it to Zhongli Tingzhou, who pretended to eat it.
"You are plotting against us." Seeing this scene, Master Qingyun immediately understood.
"It's the same for you. I'll take the remaining antidote." Chang Tianya took it openly.
On the surface, it seemed that he and Zhongli Tingzhou were indeed planning their antidote together, but in fact, he only cooperated with this move because he suddenly received a message from Zhongli Tingzhou.
So much so that no one could understand how Zhongli Tingzhou could wield such a powerful sword of destruction even though he was poisoned.
"Zuo Jiandong, didn't you always say that my fellow disciples didn't tell me about your situation? Now is the perfect time, you can ask Senior Brother Chang." After swallowing the antidote, Zhongli Tingzhou smiled as his face regained a little redness.
Zuo Jiandong paused, his face looking as pale as if he had eaten a fly. As soon as he used the Sword of Destruction, he knew who the other party was.
The Sword of Destruction is the famous trick of Master Zixiao. It is extremely powerful and more famous than the Eight Divine Swords of the Supreme Sect. Those who have mastered this trick can kill those with higher cultivation than themselves.
Master Zixiao is Chang Tianya's uncle, so according to seniority, Zhongli Tingzhou can be considered Chang Tianya's junior fellow apprentice.
Chang Tianya is a strong man at the same level as his master, so how could he take him seriously?
"The three challenges are over, and I win." Zhongli Tingzhou put away his own life-saving magic weapon, the pseudo-immortal weapon, and turned back to the Zixiao Sect's territory after saying this.
When he was about to reach Gao Han, he suddenly coughed violently and blood came out of his palm.
Gao Han: “…”
"Uncle-master, are you okay?" Yuan Ran was startled, thinking it was the aftereffect of the Blood Hand and Poison Scales.
Zhongli Tingzhou walked to Gao Han with a weak look on his face and waved his hand, "I'm fine, just feeling a little uncomfortable. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine after a rest."
"You look so pale, are you really okay?" Yuan Ran, who didn't know the inside story, was easily fooled.
Zhongli Tingzhou shook his head. "I just feel a little exhausted after using the Destruction Divine Sword. My meridians also hurt a little. I'll just take some pills."
Feng Xinxing came over and took out a bottle of medicine for him. "This is a meridian nourishing pill. It has some effect on damaged meridians."
"As the great uncle of the master, how can I take the things of my nephew? We have our own elixirs. You can take them back. You will probably have a fierce battle next. It's better to keep them for emergency use." Zhongli Tingzhou said very considerately.
Upon hearing this, Gao Han took out a bottle of pills, which actually contained pills for restoring spiritual power.
Zhongli Tingzhou ate it in front of them. Although his face still hadn't regained its rosy color, he looked better.
Feng Xinxing did not insist any longer. The highlight was over, and what followed was a melee.
Because of the purple gold medal, at this time of year in previous years, everyone would have already been fighting together and no one would go to watch anyone else. However, because of the variables of the purple gold medal and Zhongli Tingzhou, only these three games have been played so far.
The purple gold medal was no longer found, and everyone's attention shifted away from Zhongli Tingzhou.
Although it was surprising that he was the disciple of Master Zixiao, it was just a surprise.
"Is it necessary for you to live like this?" When no one was paying attention to them anymore, Gao Han poked him in the chest with his elbow and continued to vomit blood.
"Of course, otherwise how can we have fun in Wanxiandao?" Zhongli Tingzhou said, and saw Gao Han frowning, and then said: "And if I don't show it like this, the more those people are afraid of Zixiao Sect, the more likely they are to join forces to deal with us in Wanxiandao. Only by making them feel that Zixiao Sect is not invincible can we feel relieved."
"You always have a lot of crooked ideas." Don't think he doesn't know that someone is just trying to satisfy his own bad taste.
"Because it makes sense." Zhongli Tingzhou boasted.
"Don't be so cocky. The toxins in your body are gone, right? Your foundation shouldn't be damaged, right?"
Hearing his concern, Zhongli Tingzhou couldn't help but lift up his invisible tail, "You don't know what kind of person your fiancé is. I got tired of Zuo Jiandong's tricks when I was a child."
"Quit while you're ahead and focus on them." Gao Han cast his gaze into the battle circle and found it extremely chaotic.
The geniuses of Zixiao Sect also went to look for the people they wanted to challenge.
These people's fighting styles are different from theirs. He and Zhongli Tingzhou fight quite desperately, but they are not like that. They mostly stop when they reach the limit.
There aren't many winners or losers, most of which are within the range that both sides can bear, so it is almost impossible to take this opportunity to find out the strength of geniuses like Wen Hongru.
"They are so boring. What's the point of fighting so weakly?" Zhongli Tingzhou felt like dozing off after watching them.
"This is probably the correct way to open the challenge. They have fought before and have a better understanding of each other's strength. They know their own limits and will not easily reveal their cards here. They have accurate positioning of themselves, and will decisively admit defeat as long as they are sure they cannot win." Unlike them, they have to fight until the other party vomits blood and is injured.
It was only after watching their challenge that Gao Han realized that what these geniuses did was called sparring, while what they did was called fighting for their lives.
However, there are exceptions. Wen Hongru was probably stimulated by the incident between Chen Binyu and Ge Haoming, so he challenged a genius and almost defeated the opponent, showing his powerful strength. After the opponent admitted defeat, Wen Hongru looked at him with a very cold look.
The geniuses of Zixiao Sect generally lose less and win more, but they are also challenged the most times. It's because they have the most door numbers, so who else can we challenge if not them?
The worst off was the seriously injured Zuo Jiandong. Others knew that his fighting power had been greatly reduced, so they took the opportunity to challenge him. Zuo Jiandong had to agree. In the end, he won one round and lost one round. He didn't earn any house cards, and his injuries worsened. He was so angry that he vomited blood again.
After this round of cleansing, those monks with low strength were almost eliminated, and the ones left were the best among them.
It is indeed difficult for those monks with low strength to fish in troubled waters here, because they have been targeted early on, and unless they have real abilities, it is difficult for them to stay.
The sky of the Condemnation Island is still white at night. Due to the influence of the war, the space here is unstable and there are some residual barriers, so sometimes there is no daytime.
Everyone rested for a night, and the next day the Wanxian Road was opened for the second time.