Immediately after Shen Xu won the first two rounds, two cultivators walked onto the stage.
Both were Mahayana realm cultivators, but one was male while the other was female.
The male cultivator looked ordinary and didn't appear sick, but the female cultivator was pale and subconsciously clenched her hands in nervousness.
Most importantly, a hundred or so isolation talismans were pasted on her outer robe, making it look like a weird fashion statement.
'Why does she need so many isolation talismans?' Shen Xu wondered and instinctively used his spiritual ability to investigate.
However, he soon paled and subconsciously took a step back.
'What a foul smell.' He thought and couldn't help but look at the female cultivator with pitying eyes.
At the same time, he called up his memory and tried to deduce the cause of the female cultivator's foul smell.
'Is it a disease or a poison?' He wondered, his eyes narrowed into slits.
