"Don't panic!"
Xia Wen Yi's steady voice echoed across the square. The dozen or so Entering Cultivators in charge of the grand competition's security shot into the air, but just as they were about to move in and investigate, Wang Ping shouted, "Everyone, freeze!"
As his voice rang out, a dozen or so Golden Armor Soldiers, their hands forming a restraining spell, pinned the outer sect disciples who were vomiting blood to the ground. They pushed away other disciples who were trying to get closer to see what was happening. Then, countless green vines sprouted from beneath the Golden Armor Soldiers' feet, wrapping the vomiting disciples in layer after layer.
SPLAT.
SPLAT.
SPLAT.
A series of muffled splats echoed from within the vine cocoons, as if something had exploded inside. Dark black blood began to seep through the gaps in the vines. The blood started to corrode the vines, but they were rich with Wood Spirit Qi, which neutralized the blood's corrosive energy.
