With a gentle flick of her round fan, the disciples of the Sword Sect right before her were instantly frozen in place. Right after, just like the disciples stationed in Jingzhou, they began to tremble faintly, writhing in excruciating agony as all the color instantly drained from their faces. Finally, tiny black dots burst forth one by one from their heart meridians, flying straight into Sesame's mouth. Once the parasites were removed, these Sword Sect disciples remained somewhat dazed, unable to understand what had just happened to them. Immortal Lord Wanheng offered no explanation, simply waving a hand to signal the junior disciples of the Intelligence Pavilion to help these people out.
Immediately, the second wave of people entered, and the task of parasite removal continued.
The arena combat peak over here was equally lively. The disciples of the Northern Ming clan had learned their lesson this time; instead of issuing challenges the moment they arrived, they found the combat arenas matching their cultivation levels, watched at least three matches first, and only then stepped onto the stage to challenge opponents they believed they had a fair chance of defeating.
Chapter 1938