After the two final contenders ended their duel, this martial arts competition was considered a success, with each sect achieving their goals. Elder Huangfu stood on the stage, about to speak, when suddenly there was a chilling laughter like a ghost's wail, coming from the entrance. Wang Anfeng's eyes, as calm as an ancient well, slightly lifted. He had been nurturing his qi almost for a day. Accompanied by the increasingly wild and arrogant laughter, two people suddenly flew back from the entrance, covered in blood, landing heavily on the ground. They were precisely the two experts sent by the Huangfu Family to guard the entrance. At this moment, both had their eyes tightly shut, faces like gold paper, completely devoid of any color. Though they still had faint breaths, all their joints showed abnormal twisting. Even if they could snatch back a life from the hands of Yama, the essence of their blade skills, which they had cultivated with great hardship throughout life, could never be used again. Earlier, these experts who blocked numerous martial artists without even drawing their blades and could settle matters in at most three moves now ended in such a fate. Many martial artists present couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts, giving rise to many ominous thoughts. Elder Huangfu's expression changed abruptly. He leaped forward, grabbed one man's arm, and poured his vast inner strength continuously into him. The Huangfu Family expert, whose face was colorless, vomited two mouthfuls of clotted blood, opened his eyes weakly, and said: "Elder, be careful..." "There are Western Region experts... trespassing..." Huangfu Hao, hearing this voice growing weaker, couldn't help leaning in and said: "Trespassing what? Speak clearly..." The Huangfu Family expert's expression suddenly turned crafty. He raised his head and said: "Western Region experts are here to claim your lives!" Before the voice fell, his palms lifted, one up and one down, violently striking at the chest and dantian of the Huangfu family elder. The fierce and ferocious vigorous qi constantly exploded. The latter, concerned for the younger generation, made no defense, continually funneling his inner strength to heal him, unable to defend himself, taking these consecutive two strikes heavily. He immediately spat out fresh blood and collapsed weakly on the ground, ceasing to breathe in an instant. A person who had weathered countless storms, amidst blade and sword clashes, ultimately fell victim to a cruel scheme, due to his sincere care for the younger generation and concern for the family. The contest among experts often hinges on a single breath. Such a turn of events exceeded anyone's imagination. Before these experts could react, the highest martial artist present met such a tragic end. It wasn't that this Huangfu elder wasn't cautious enough. Truly, the opponent's disguise was too real. No one would suspect that young ones gravely injured and thrown inside would be enemies in disguise and suddenly erupt with a lethal move while Huangfu Hao was healing them. His martial arts had reached the Fifth Rank Realm, yet poor Huangfu Hao, a Fourth Rank, a veteran of Jianghu, died so humiliatingly. That Huangfu Family expert sprang up, tore off the human skin mask on his face, revealing a hooked nose and high cheekbones, laughed heartily and said: "How does my Mang Long Sect's Void-Splitting Palm Technique measure up to the techniques of the Great Qin's Seven Sects?" The crowd was still startled and angry when distant laughter was heard, saying: "What Northwest Martial Arts Assembly, without me and a few of my brothers present, is just a bunch of bugs pecking at each other." "Indeed, indeed, this Elder Huangfu's blade technique is said to be fast, but unfortunately, I didn't get to see it before his heart was shattered, dying so quickly! What a pity, what a pity!" Accompanied by prolonged laughter, two elders entered from outside, one fat, one thin like a bamboo pole, their qi mechanism was profoundly unfathomable, penetrating deeply within. Today, many sects and noble clans here mostly had Sixth Rank strength, and in the sects, experts above Fourth Rank were left to guard the sect and suppress ancestral grounds, such experts rarely ventured out. The head of the Huangfu Family and the other three family heads were discussing important matters elsewhere. Thɪs chapter is updated by novel⟡fire.net The remaining Huangfu Hao was the strongest among the Fourth Rank Martial Artists present but never imagined that this old hero of Jianghu was schemed against from the start, harmed by top-level Western Regions' strongest palm technique. Even though there are many people here, no one can contend with the three, nor are they people from a military formation. Even if they attack in a group, they find it hard to assist each other; instead, they may affect each other, failing to unleash their true strength. These three merely need to utilize qinggong to move and shift to ensure they are not surrounded, then it would be like a tiger among sheep, just a slaughter. Though the opponents might be exhausted and die, on their side, the sect's elite cultivated for over ten years would likely be devastated, which is an almost insufferable loss for Jianghu forces. The Great Qin's Ministry of Punishment already knew there would be a martial arts event here and would not dispatch experts due to the sound of blades. Everyone's minds whirled with thoughts, and for a moment, both sides fell into a certain silent standoff. Just as the swordsman from Beimang was about to speak, a roar of rage and lamentation suddenly came from the Huangfu Family's stands, followed by a white figure darting out like an arrow.