For convenience, temporary passageways had been dug underground between the viewing stands... though no one knew what purpose they served.
Perhaps they just made it easier to move from one stand to another without being seen?
Mo Xiaofei returned to the viewing stand where the Greedy Wolf Clan was staying, still puzzled... He held the so-called Strength Pill that the True Dragon of Shenzhou had stuffed into his hands. But the bottle clearly contained something golden and viscous.
It looked just like gold paint.
Would drinking this really not give him diarrhea?
"Big brother, you're back!"
Whenever Mo Xiaofei appeared, Zhui Feng was always the first to react. However, everyone from the Greedy Wolf Clan, including Zi Xing, was currently staring intently at the martial arena.
"What happened..."
Mo Xiaofei subconsciously looked toward the arena as well. He remembered that when he had gone to find his master, President Baijie of the Daoist Association had just defeated Daoist Guyun. Not long after that, another Daoist senior had taken the stage to issue a challenge.
He had not spent much time going to and from the Qian Stand.
Yet now, Haiyang Zhenren of the Daoist Association had already fallen outside the martial arena. His face was pale, as though he had suffered a heavy blow, and there was even a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.
"Haiyang Zhenren lost." Zi Xing answered Mo Xiaofei's question gravely. "In fewer than three moves."
"Three moves?" Mo Xiaofei could not help opening his mouth, his face filled with disbelief.
The True Dragon of Shenzhou, who was serving as referee, spoke directly in a flat voice. "Onmyoji Seimei wins this round!"
Many people still had not figured out how Haiyang Zhenren had lost.
This Daoist senior had entered the arena atop