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The elimination of the Laoshan Martial House not only caused Elder Wu and the others to lose face, but also affected the other eight Martial Houses of China. This was only a small Japanese team, as well as the Holy See, vampires, and werewolves.

Of course, the fact that the Laoshan Martial Palace was eliminated didn't mean that the Laoshan Martial House was too weak. In fact, if the rules didn't require all of the contestants to participate, perhaps just Lu Yuan and Wu Dan would be enough to sweep through the Japs.

Elder Wu paused in his steps as a smile appeared on his gloomy face. Turning his head to look at the Japanese man, he said, ”Many thanks for your reminder, fellow cultivator. I would like to see how long these things can last.”

The number five contestant was from the Taihang Martial House, and their opponent was the vampire team number eight. After Changchun Zi announced the start of the competition, the Taihang Martial House sent a disciple up, and the vampire team sent a member wrapped in a cloak.

However, as soon as the Changchun Zitao announced the start of the match, the competition ended. The vampires arrived in front of the Taihang Martial House disciples in an instant, extended their pale, sharp fingernails, and swiped at the chest of the disciples from the Taihang Martial House. The disciples didn't even have time to react before they fell to the ground.

”Bastard, you dare to poison!” An elder of the Taihang Martial House shouted.

He was in his forties and was wearing a monastic robe. At first glance, he looked like a Maitreya Buddha, but he was also full of anger at the moment. Moreover, this monk was usually full of smiles.

The Great Monk's name was Hui Yuan, and the Taihang Martial Palace's Elder led the group of disciples to the arena. The Great Monk's name was Hui Yuan, and the Taihang Martial House Elder jumped onto the arena in a flash to check on the injuries of the Taihang Martial House disciples.

”Great Monk, you can't blame us for this. The body of the Blood Clansmen is naturally poisonous, unless we don't come into contact with their opponents. But if that happens, how will we compete with you?” While Elder Huiyuan was still infuriated, the man leading the vampires spoke in a hoarse voice.

Hearing this, Elder Huiyuan's eyes flashed with a cold light. He coldly looked at the other person and then turned his head towards the Dragon Tiger Martial Palace. Seeing this, the Meritorious Elder Zhao Sanjin slapped the storage pouch on his waist and a jade bottle flew out, landing in his palm.

”Huiyuan, this bottle of antidote pill is yours.” Meritorious Elder Zhao Sanjin shouted.