<h4>Chapter 1294: Chapter 1285: Participating in the Competition</h4>


    "Hmph, what a bunch of useless trash, two of them got taken out as soon as they got up there. Are their brains filled with crap?" Another elderly woman said coldly.


    "Even though we lost two team members, since they’ve already pulled out such a trick, this battle should be as good as decided."


    "What do you elders think about that deal with Xiao Zhentian, that old fool?" Among the old women, there sat a beautiful woman. Though no longer vibrant, she still had her charm. Lazily blowing on her nails, she asked the elder women.


    "In my opinion, Xiao Zhentian’s deal is eptable. After all, if we really did it, the benefits to our Poison Manor are self-evident. Plus, with the Xiao Family’s Poison Fire Stone, I think this deal would be profitable for us." The first elderly woman changed her tone to one of ttery as she responded.


    "But doing this, isn’t it against the natural principles? I’m afraid it will incur the wrath of many cultivator families." Another elderly woman showed a worried look in her eyes and whispered.


    "Oh, you still care about natural principles? The existence of our Poison Manor itself goes against the natural principles. Howe at this time, you’ve begun to showpassion?" The woman sitting at the back retorted.


    "You... you’re courting death!" It seemed that being scolded by someone of a lower seniority was unbearable for the speaking elderly woman. Her face immediately became uposed, and she angrily raised her withered hand adorned with glittering jewels, pretending to p the other.


    "Oh dear, you’re not young anymore, why resort to hitting people over it?" The woman who spoke earlier covered her face andughed lightly, making a giggling sound as she teased.


    "Alright, alright, beautifuldies, let’s not bicker here. Let’s calm down and watch our girls’ performance." The beautiful woman at the center advised.


    Upon hearing the former speaker, the two elderly women immediately quieted down. Though unable to yield to each other, they stopped quarreling and turned their attention to the battle in the Martial Arts Arena.


    "Why are the elders from Poison Manor also here? Isn’t the Martial Artist Conference always dictating that family members cannot apany?" Below the stage, Qing Hong noticed themotion in the Poison Manor’s resting area and asked Qing Yun beside him in a low voice.


    Qing Yun was equally at a loss and couldn’t figure out the situation at the moment.


    "I’m afraid there might be something fishy about this match. The Xiao Family and Poison Manor probably intend to harm Zhang Po and the others." Qing Hong sat up straight, a foreboding feeling rising in his heart.


    And on the Long Hand n’s side, a team member also noticed the situation here and said to the captain, "Captain, look over there, aren’t those the elders of Poison Manor?"


    The captain of the Long Hand n nced towards the Poison Manor’s resting area, and his heart shuddered with shock, "Indeed, it’s them, what are they doing here?"


    By this time, many viewers had noticed the elderly women from the Poison Manor, since at a martial artist gathering attended by young people, these old women sitting there were as conspicuous as a single strand of hair on a bald head; anyone who wasn’t blind could notice them.


    Yet, the elders of Poison Manor seemedpletely unafraid of the audience’s gaze. One of them even turned around and winked at them, which immediately caused a chorus of dry heaves, creating a stir among the spectators.


    "Who are these olddies?"


    "No idea, what are they doing here? Are they participating in thepetition?"


    "How could they? At their age, participating in thepetition? You must be overthinking it."


    The audience below the stagergely noticed the existence of the elders of Poison Manor, and there was widespread spection about their intentions. However, these elderly women seemed indifferent to the audience’s discussions, sitting there contently enjoying thepetition.


    On the stage, Zhang Po realized the severity of the formation that Poison Manor’s opponents were about to execute after missing an attack. Instinctively he wanted to organize, but it was already toote.


    On the Martial Arts Arena, a thick smoke, several times denser than before, rose again, the purple mist swirling as sword energy faintly navigated within, moving with a sharp momentum in the fog.


    With the hearts of the women in the formation moving in unison, the sword light in the fog gradually moved toward Zhang Po and hispanions. Realizing something was wrong, thetter’s body shifted, trying to avoid the edge.


    "Watch out!" As Zhang Po retreated, he alerted Chang Wei, who was nearby.


    However, Chang Weicked such perception skills. Just when he was puzzled by the increasingly dense fog on the stage, a sudden cold light appeared, shing across Chang Wei’s arm, causing him to draw a sharp breath as an intense pain shot through from his arm.


    In an instant, blood spattered as the chilling sword energy carved a deep wound on Chang Wei’s arm, visible to the bone. But this wasn’t the end; the poisonous mist, upon sensing someone injured, swarmed into Chang Wei’s wound like leeches drawn to blood.


    Chang Wei’s originally crimson wound turned pitch ck within moments due to the poisonous mist, and his entire arm became numb and unresponsive.


    "Ugh! I can’t feel my hand!"


    Having lost control of one arm, coupled with the invasion of the poisonous mist, Chang Wei copsed to the ground, letting out cries of agony.


    "Chang Wei!" Seeing his partner meet with misfortune, Zhang Po panicked, rushing towards Chang Wei without regard for anything, yet this move yed right into the hands of the Poison Manor women. Thetter immediately controlled the sword energy to encircle Zhang Po.


    Zhang Po felt the threat, and the Qi throughout his body detected the presence of the sword energy. While moving, he dodged as some of the straightforward sword energiesing his way were evaded one by one with the aid of Qi perception. To his surprise, some sword energies had been ced exactly at his intended destination.


    As if predicting his movement trajectory, Zhang Po discovered that the women from Poison Manor had ced the sword energy precisely in locations he was about to reach, making some sword energies impossible to avoid.


    Reluctantly, Zhang Po raised his sword, rushing toward the fallen Chang Wei while wielding the sword with both hands, creating a dazzling disy. Streaks of sword energy were shed forth by Zhang Po, blocking the hidden sword energy ahead, and after several struggles, Zhang Po finally reached Chang Wei.


    "Are you alright?" Zhang Po lifted the injured Chang Wei from the ground, asking with a face full of concern.


    However, Chang Wei seemed to havepletely lost his will, ignoring Zhang Po’s question entirely. His eyes were tightly shut, lips turning blue, and his body shivered incessantly, with the ghastly wound on his arm oozing ck blood continuously.


    "Chang Wei, Chang Wei! Wake up, if you fall, you’ll never get up again!" Zhang Po shook the unconscious Chang Wei, knowing that without the effort to remain conscious, the poisoning would only elerate.


    But the only response was Chang Wei’s moans of pain.


    "Damn it! You bunch of bastards!" Zhang Po was furious, veins bulging on his forehead. He, too, was being corroded by the enhanced poison gas, his face turning pale. At this rate, it was only a matter of time before they failed.


    Without time for further thought, Zhang Po suddenly swung his sword towards the Poison Manor women. Having practiced those few days, Zhang Po could now use the Zhang Family’s swordsmanship thirdyer without incantation. A magnificent golden sword energy emerged, flying toward the Poison Manor women with unstoppable momentum.