Oops, the princess is surrounded by the male protagonists

Meanwhile, on the arena of the Upper Three Sects, Yuwen Yi was fighting against Mo Yutian.

Mo Sijin squeezed to the edge of the arena and, imitating Yuwen Yi's usual manner, shouted at the top of her lungs.

"Yuwen Yi! Don't back down! Hold your ground, his left flank defense is weak, attack his left flank! Charge!"

"Shut up, shall we have a duel, or shall we have a duel!"

At this moment, the veins on Yuwen Yi's forehead were throbbing, and sweat had already soaked his temples and dripped down his chin.

He could clearly feel that Mo Yutian's internal energy was exceptionally strong, and every time the two swords clashed, it made his hands go numb.

"You brat, now you know how powerful I am, right?"

Mo Yutian wore a sinister grin, like a cat toying with a mouse, and his attacks became increasingly fierce.

"I told you, today I'll beat you until you cry for your parents and beg for mercy on your knees!"

Yuwen Yi was so shocked by his palm strike that his blood and qi surged, and he took three steps back. However, he swallowed the metallic taste in his throat and retorted with a stiff neck.

"Fine! Talk is cheap. If you're so capable, try making me cry!"

"court death!"

A fierce glint flashed in Mo Yutian's eyes, as if he had been thoroughly enraged. He suddenly accelerated and directly clashed his heavy sword with Yuwen Yi's sword.

"clang--!"

Yuwen Yi felt his arm go numb instantly, and the sword flew out of his hand. His tiger's mouth split open, and blood dripped from his fingertips to the ground.

Before he could recover, Mo Yutian's other palm followed closely, landing a solid blow on his left shoulder!

With a clear "crack" sound, Yuwen Yi was sent flying backward, crashing heavily into the dust below the stage.

"Ayi!"

Upon seeing his younger brother injured, Yuwen Ze immediately rushed over to him.

"Big brother, I'm fine!"

Yuwen Yi struggled to stand up, but found that his left shoulder was in excruciating pain and he could not exert any force at all.

"You brat, sit still and I'll heal your wounds right away!"

Fu Wenzhu and Ling You, who was acting as the referee, rushed over together. Seeing that Yuwen Yi was seriously injured and probably could not continue the competition, Ling You announced loudly.

"In this battle, Mo Yutian will prevail!"

"Hahahaha-!"

Mo Yutian laughed wildly, his voice echoing across the surrounding area, his face filled with manic triumph and arrogance.

He shouted hoarsely at his surroundings.

"I won! I am the best in the world! Who else dares to..."

Before he could finish his arrogant declaration, Mo Yutian's wild laughter suddenly froze.

The next second, under the horrified gazes of everyone below the stage, thick, black blood began to seep from Mo Yutian's eyes, nostrils, ears, and mouth!

"Uh... ho ho..."

He made a strange, indistinct sound from his throat, as piercing as a broken bellows, and his arrogance turned into pain and terror. His body began to convulse violently and uncontrollably.

"Royal Heaven!"

Seeing her nephew suffer such an accident, Mo Qingyan wanted to go forward to check on him, but Master Yinian blocked her way and spoke with a heavy expression.

"Master Mo, please do not go forward, this matter is quite..."

Before Master Yinian could finish speaking, Mo Yutian, who had just won "first place," collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud that had completely lost its support.

The black blood flowing from his seven orifices quickly spread out in a filthy stain beneath him, emitting a faint, fishy stench.

"What, what's going on?!"

"Bleeding from all seven orifices... Is this a deadly poison? Or..."

All the disciples from the three upper sects looked at each other, but none of them dared to step forward.

Mo Sijin rushed onto the stage, her finger probing Mo Yutian's nostrils. Her face turned ashen, and she staggered backward, muttering to herself.

"He's...he's not breathing...Second Uncle...he's dead?!"

"what?!"

Upon hearing this, the crowd erupted in even greater commotion. Mo Qingyan no longer cared about Yinian Zhenren's persuasion. With a swift movement, she instantly leaped onto the stage.

"Qingyan, I'm a doctor, leave this to me!"

Fu Wenzhu stopped Mo Qingyan's trembling outstretched hand, then he checked Mo Yutian's wrist pulse and examined his eyelids, his expression growing increasingly grim.

"His internal energy backfired, his meridians were all severed... It was as if his body had been completely destroyed by a violent force!"

Yuwen Xiao also rushed over, his brows furrowed as he looked at Mo Yutian, who was bleeding from all seven orifices on the ground.

"This could not have been caused by a normal martial arts competition. Could it be that he took some kind of forbidden drug or practiced some evil magic to end up like this!"

Just then, a disciple of Zixiao Temple ran up the mountain and shouted loudly towards the main platform:

"Grandmaster! Something terrible has happened! Tie Feng, the leader of the Iron Palm Clan... Tie Feng is bleeding from his orifices and is dead! The arena is in complete chaos. What should we do next?"

These words caused the previously quiet meeting room to erupt in chaos once again!

"What? Another person has died?"

"And the way he died was exactly the same as Mo Yutian's. What... what exactly happened?"

At this moment, everyone present looked frightened. Then, a calm voice rang out, silencing most of the noise.

"Don't panic, everyone!"

Master Yinian shouted loudly, his expression solemn but not flustered.

"The Zixiao Temple will definitely investigate this matter thoroughly and give an explanation to all the heroes of the world!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the other party's figure soared up like a startled swan, flying towards the martial arts arena where the Lower Nine Gang was located.

When they arrived at the arena, the disciples of Zixiao Temple had already brought the scene under control, while Tie Feng lay dead in the center of the arena, his death mirroring that of Mo Yutian earlier.

Black blood seeped from his mouth, nose, and ears. He lay limp on the ground, as if all his bones and muscles had been removed, leaving only a layer of skin and flesh.

Where are the members of the Iron Palm Clan?

As soon as Master Yinian finished speaking, the disciples of Zixiao Temple immediately understood. They dispersed the crowd, formed a human wall, and brought up several Iron Palm Clan disciples whose faces were ashen.

When those men saw Tie Feng's miserable state, their legs went weak and they trembled like leaves.

"Sect Leader Iron, have you recently taken any special pills, or... practiced any extraordinary skills?"

Master Yinian's voice was not loud, but it carried the oppressive force of an impending storm. The disciples looked at each other, and after a while, one of the bolder disciples knelt down with a thud.

"Reporting to the Immortal Master... the Sect Leader... he bought three 'Ascension Pills' from a mysterious person, saying they could greatly increase one's power and restore the prestige of our Iron Palm Clan... He... he was eager to win the competition, and he took all three pills the day before yesterday!"

"The Heavenly Pill? The mysterious man?"

After hearing this, Master Yinian continued to press for answers.

"Is there any medicine left? Do you know what that mysterious person looks like or what his background is?"

"The mysterious person was wearing a smiling mask, so his appearance was not visible."

Another disciple spoke while gesturing to his companion.

"Quick! Bring the rest of our Ascension Pills to the True Immortal for him to see!"

Soon, a disciple presented a rough little porcelain bottle with trembling hands. After taking it, Master Yinian uncorked the bottle and brought it close to his nose to take a light sniff. His expression suddenly changed drastically!