The final match of the Confucian Sect Conference was between Mo Huazhi and Song Ziming.
All the great Confucian Sects were betting on Mo Huazhi this time.
After all, Mo Huazhi, as a disciple of the Master, had shown astonishing talent in the match against Xie Wenyun, the genius of the South Foot Academy.
The two stepped onto the stage, ready to cross swords.
Saints, Great Confucians, and Confucian Scholars from the Nine Great Confucian Sects, all watched this match intently.
Suddenly, Lu Changsheng's complexion changed.
"It's about to happen."
Lu Changsheng had long foreseen through the system that something was going to go wrong at the Confucian Sect Conference.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The conference venue of the Confucian Sect Conference erupted with bursts of explosions, and black smoke filled the air!
"No good, it's poison fog!"
"Hurry, hold your breath and take a Detoxification Pill!"
"Ah! It's useless, the poison fog can corrode flesh!"
"Run!"
