The Demon King is back, leading adorable kids on an adventure around the world!

As dawn broke through the thin mist, a layer of golden sunlight bathed the entire city of Hebi.

The magnificent martial arts arena was bustling with activity, and the tiered stands were packed with people.

Disciples from various sects lined up in their respective sections, their robes clearly distinguishing them from one another.

The colorful clan flags fluttered in the wind, surging with sharp, powerful gusts in the morning breeze.

On the towering viewing platform, the sect leaders and elders of the various sects sat upright in turn.

Some people closed their eyes, concentrated on circulating their spiritual energy and regulating their breathing, while others whispered among themselves, discussing the Dao.

The powerful spiritual energy intertwined subtly, condensing into a faint sea of ​​spiritual energy above the high platform.

Luo Niannian led Xiaoxiao, Qiqi, Qianqian and their group, nimbly weaving through the gaps in the crowded throng.

She landed steadily on the open ground at the edge of the training ground, dressed in a light-colored outfit.

Her cuffs were tightly bound together, and her long black hair was neatly tied back in a high ponytail. She was full of energy and high spirits.

Her eyes were clear and bright, but a mischievous little devil was hidden in them.

Qiqi was bursting with curiosity, constantly standing on tiptoe and craning her neck to look at the central arena.

She almost stumbled forward, but was gently pulled back by Qianqian beside her, who reluctantly withdrew her gaze.

"Here they come, these are the little kids?"

"The Battle Heaven Immortal Sect? An unheard-of, self-taught sect, dares to come and join the fun at the Six Sects Grand Competition?"

"Look at the shortest one, he's probably still breastfeeding, doesn't he understand how dangerous a fight can be?"

The eyes of the disciples from several rows of sects all turned to the group, and in an instant, a burst of laughter erupted.

A tall disciple dressed in a dark blue brocade robe stood with his arms crossed, looking down at Luo Niannian with a condescending tone:

"You bunch of little girls, there's not even an elder to lead the team."

Did you come to the martial arts arena specifically to identify your sect, or to embarrass yourself on stage?

Xiao Jin peeked out from behind Luo Niannian with his round little head, clearly looking like an adorable little boy.

With half a sweet wheat cake he'd bought along the way still dangling from his mouth, he puffed out his cheeks and mumbled as he shoved it back at them.

"Why are you meddling in other people's business? Now that we're here, we're here to compete."

"You're craning your neck longer than a crane, as if you're afraid no one will see that bright red pimple on your chin, right?"

The tall disciple subconsciously raised his hand to touch his chin, but his hand suddenly froze halfway up the ground.

He clenched his fists tightly and let them fall, his face turning pale and then flushed in an instant.

Little Jin gulped down a mouthful of wheat cakes, clapped his hands, and continued his sarcastic remarks:

"Standing here for so long, your sect disciples keep repeating the same few sarcastic remarks."

"Do you usually stay behind closed doors, never speaking to anyone, and all you can say is these few ready-made idle words?"

Another disciple was about to speak up and make a sarcastic remark when he met Xiao Jin's smiling gaze.

The young boy glanced casually at the other person's collar and said lightly:

"Your collar is crooked by half an inch, and not a single fellow disciple pointed it out. It seems that the camaraderie among fellow disciples in your sect is nothing more than this."

The man hurriedly bent down to straighten his clothes, only to find that his collar was perfectly straight and not crooked at all.

When she looked up again, Xiao Jin had already shrunk back behind Nian Nian, as if she had just been joking.

Just as the jeers from the audience began to rise, an elder on the high platform shouted a rebuke.

A powerful spiritual force, carrying an aura of majesty, resounded throughout the entire arena.

Anyone who causes disturbance outside the martial arts arena will be immediately disqualified and expelled from the competition area!

The commotion abruptly ceased, and the troublemaking disciples hurriedly composed themselves and fell silent.

Luo Niannian gently tugged at Xiao Jin's sleeve, and the little boy immediately obediently pursed his lips and retreated behind her.

But he secretly pressed the tip of his tongue against his cheek, holding back a bellyful of unfinished complaints, looking exceptionally playful.

The referee in charge of the competition slowly stepped onto the arena, his spiritual energy spreading and resounding in all directions, officially announcing the start of the outer disciple group competition.

Luo Niannian's name appeared prominently on the first round of the match list.

She gently patted the fine dust off her clothes, and with light steps, leaped onto the wide arena, her movements as agile as a swallow soaring in the wind.

Her opponent was an elite outer disciple of the Tianyuan Sect, who was much taller and more imposing than her.

A top-grade spirit-patterned longsword hangs at his waist, its scabbard adorned with intricate and complex spatial patterns.

A continuous stream of chilling sword energy emanated from him, and his body was surrounded by the powerful and profound spiritual energy aura of a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

"The contest begins!"

Before the referee could finish speaking, Luo Niannian made the first move.

She drew her right hand into a sword shape, slashed through the air, and a three-foot-long golden sword aura condensed at her fingertips.

The sword's blade is solid and translucent, with tiny starlight shimmering around its edges, resembling a short sword forged from starlight.

With a flick of his wrist, sword energy swept out horizontally, and an arc of golden light flew past the table surface.

Wherever it passed, a smooth, shallow groove was cut into the surface of the stone platform, and the stone dust was swept to both sides by the airflow brought up by the sword energy.

The Tianyuan Sect disciple parried with his sword, and the moment the blade collided with the sword energy, a series of metallic clanging sounds erupted, and sparks flew everywhere.

He was knocked back three steps, his feet leaving two shallow marks on the stone platform, and he looked down at the blade.

A shallow dent has appeared on the side of the spirit knife, as if it had been bitten by something sharp.

He focused his mind and steadied himself, his spiritual energy surging into a gray-white barrier as he swung his sword and slashed straight at the enemy.

Without flinching or dodging, he flicked his right fingers in quick succession, unleashing three golden sword energies in succession, each one more refined than the last.

The first impact on the gray-white barrier exploded with a bang, and cracks appeared on the surface of the barrier.

The second layer immediately followed, embedding itself into the center of the crack, and the barrier was more than half shattered.

The third scorch pierced through the remaining barrier, grazing the disciple's shoulder and leaving a scorch mark on his robe.

Before the disciple could even sheathe his sword, he flicked his finger, and the fourth sword aura arrived.

The speed was too fast; he only had time to shift his body slightly.

The sword energy almost grazed his earlobe, cutting off a section of his hair that fell onto the stone platform.

His body froze on the spot, the knife hovering in front of his chest without falling.

He looked down at the stray hairs on the ground, then at Niannian, and silently sheathed his sword and left the dueling arena.

"Battle Heaven Immortal Sect, Luo Niannian wins!"