Amid the noisy stands, discussions rose and fell from every side.
Behind the Bitao Sect seats, Liu Canglan, the Bitao Sect's vice sect master, had been quietly chatting with several sect elders beside him.
Hearing a commotion erupt in the stands ahead, he could not help but look over.
"What are these youngsters making such a fuss about?"
Then his gaze fell upon that young figure amidst the crowd.
Liu Canglan's pupils suddenly contracted.
The youth wore green robes, not the distinctive black clothes he had worn before.
Yet Liu Canglan would never mistake that faint crimson vertical mark between his brows.
It was him!
The youth from the battle at Qingteng Valley two months ago—the one who had killed numerous Bitao Sect disciples and severely wounded his meridians with a bizarre poison.
During that clash, Liu Canglan had suspected that the other party was the Holy Son of the Myriad Poisons Sect. Yet after the battle, he had vanished without a trace, impossible to find no matter how thoroughly they searched.
He had never imagined that this person was actually a disciple of the Kaoshan Sect.
A chill instantly surged through Liu Canglan's heart.
How could a Kaoshan Sect disciple possess such a poison body?
And in that battle, despite his cultivation in the Viscera Refining Realm, he had been injured by the other party's strange poison.
Even now, the residual toxins in his body had not been completely purged, and his meridians would stab with pain from time to time.
If such a ruthless figure took the stage, then this Yunzhou Martial Gathering would likely hold no more suspense.
Liu Canglan's face abruptly darkened as his mind raced.
No.
He absolutely could not allow Wang Yuan, this Kaoshan Sect True Disciple, to shine so brilliantly.
The Myriad Poisons