Both sides bowed to each other with their own feelings.

"Have a good journey, asi ba." He Wenyu muttered, just loud enough for the other four to hear, instantly making their salute much more enjoyable, after all... the dead are great.

The Blessed Land Cave Heaven side all had mocking expressions, seemingly already envisioning the scene of Nine Heavens Pavilion being knocked out by them, feeling even more disdain seeing the other side’s serious bowing.

The referee exited the stage, and both sides assumed their stances.

On the Nine Heavens Pavilion side, Huangfu Yihui stood at the back, although he registered his weapon as a long whip. The other four stood in front of him in a row, staring intently at the opposite side, with Luo Qianqian holding a long sword in her hand.

On the Blessed Land Cave Heaven side, three people stood in front, blocking the two behind them. The three in front had burly and robust physiques. Behind them was a relatively fair-skinned man, who kept staring at Luo Qianqian, and behind him was a tall, dark-skinned man holding a metallic bow, clearly an archer.

Audience, VIP seats.

"Why is Shiqi so short..." Luo Xihan exclaimed, holding binoculars to find Luo Qianqian lost in the crowd, unable to help but complain.

Old Master Luo smiled, looking at the ring, and said to Yue Tingyu beside him: "Make some soup for the little girl to nourish her later." He also held binoculars.

How can you watch a match without binoculars?

Yue Tingyu put down her binoculars, smiled slightly, and nodded, fully agreeing with Old Master Luo’s suggestion.

"Dad, want some popcorn." Luo Xisi quietly took out the snacks prepared by her brother, totally ignoring the sounds of swallowing around her.

"By the way, bring me the stuff the girl prepared; the girl mentioned health maintenance, not just thinking about food." Old Master Luo rolled his eyes at his son and poured out the soaked goji berry, red date, and longan water.

People around were speechless, why doesn’t Nine Heavens Pavilion leave such big matters without a teapot?

"Ahem, I’m an old man from Sky Inquiry Tower, not a steward, could you share a cup with me?" A black-clad elder moved forward, insisting on changing seats next to Nine Heavens Pavilion.

"Sky Inquiry Tower?" Old Master Luo was startled, then generously poured him a cup: "I don’t play favorites here, don’t expect patronage, just give up."

"Ahem..." The black-clad elder almost spat out the hard-earned tea.

"I said I’m not a steward anymore, just seeing you eat and drink, I came to make friends." The black-clad elder was speechless, how can Nine Heavens Pavilion be so confident before the results are even decided?

"That’s fine." Old Master Luo also changed seats to sit beside the black-clad elder: "Luo Guohui, get acquainted?"

His purpose was naturally to inquire about the situation on stage, for now, they felt like they were watching martial arts guidance, completely clueless.

"Yang Feng, just call me Old Yang." The black-clad elder smiled.

Indeed, he’s no longer in charge at Sky Inquiry Tower, here because he was worried about the little disciple, but the little disciple didn’t appear on the first day.

"Alright, Old Yang, want some popcorn?" Old Master Luo took a bag of popcorn from his son’s arms, glanced at it, and laughed: "Chocolate-flavored, my little girl quite likes it, want a try?"

Yang Feng looked at the stuff in front of him in astonishment, after a moment of silence, he grabbed some and stuffed it in his mouth, and just couldn’t stop...

He must make friends with this old man, what is this divine taste, never had it before.

Afterwards, he answered all of Old Master Luo’s questions, also feeling puzzled, how can this old man be so unaware?

But the confusion deepened, then he was amazed by binoculars, soon became buddies with Old Master Luo.

Luo Xihan and Luo Xisi were both dumbfounded, their dad’s social skills are too strong...

And under the referee’s signal, everyone on the field swiftly entered combat mode.

Coldly staring at the opponent, Luo Qianqian raised her long sword, shouted: "Let’s get him, damn it!"

"Be ladylike!" Although Luo Yanhai was also excited, he nearly stumbled at Luo Qianqian’s words, rolling his eyes.

"Charge!!!" Luo Qianqian shouted, totally ignoring Luo Yanhai’s anger, her spirits soared over the arena.

Luo Yanhai led the charge, Bai Yizhu closely followed, both suddenly covered in white mist, making it hard for everyone to see their actions clearly.

He Wenyu and Luo Qianqian also circled left and right, strong spiritual energy fluctuating around Luo Qianqian, evidently the origin of the white mist.

On seeing the opponents were already attacking, the five from Blessed Land Cave Heaven reacted, the fair-skinned man’s eyes flashed angrily and growled: "Attack!"

The three in front from Blessed Land Cave Heaven all had Thunder Series attributes, with Thunder Series advantage being the ability to summon lightning, reaching Twenty-Nine Thunder Tribulations, quite powerful.

They raised a lightning barrier at the front, aiming for an absolute advantage as soon as contact was made.

But their opponents, the two from Nine Heavens Pavilion, were just barely at One-Nine Thunder Tribulation.

Unfortunately, they encountered Bai Yizhu, who dominated the school district in his teens, and military veteran Luo Yanhai. Their combat experience was rich, unbeatable from schoolyard fights to continental travels.

Instantly, a shield defense and a heavy sword strike, showing no sign of retreat, charging straight at the opponent’s face under the white mist.

He Wenyu lifted two giant hammers high, smashing towards the fair-skinned youth in the center.

Simultaneously, an arrow broke through aiming directly at the opponent’s rear, where the archer just set up his shot.

Luo Qianqian chuckled, appearing behind the fair-skinned youth, patting his shoulder: "If you don’t surrender now, you’ll be crippled."

Barely blocking two hammers, the fair-skinned youth felt his arms go numb as a long sword appeared on his shoulder, Luo Qianqian’s height causing the sword to slant there, startling him, its blade glowing green, evidently poisoned. Below, Luo Qianqian held a dagger against his waist, he could feel its icy edge through his clothes.

"By the way, I can’t detoxify, this is a medicine I got from Poison Saint." Luo Qianqian’s voice remained sweet, a sweet smile on her face, but he couldn’t appreciate it, left only frightened.

Poison Saint’s toxin??? Does he even want to live????