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While the sky was still dimly lit, the arena in the center of Crane City was already packed.

The ultimate showdown between the Holy Sons didn't even need the referees to go on stage to warm up the crowd; the stands were already buzzing with excitement.

Yesterday, Nian Nian achieved a record of nineteen consecutive victories in the inner sect, which spread throughout the entire city of Heilongjiang overnight.

In every teahouse and tavern in the city, everyone was discussing the origins of this seemingly out-of-the-box little girl from the Zhan Tian Immortal Sect.

Some were certain she would overcome all obstacles and make it into the top three of the Holy Sons competition, while others were not so optimistic, predicting she would at most survive the first round before being crushed by the Holy Sons in turn.

It should be noted that most of the Holy Sons who took the stage had already firmly reached the threshold of the mid-stage Mahayana realm, a whole major realm higher than the inner disciples, with a huge disparity.

The moment Niannian slowly walked onto the stage, the entire noisy room suddenly fell silent.

She was still dressed in a neat light-colored outfit, her long black hair tied high in a ponytail, and her steps were unhurried, without the slightest tension.

After standing firmly in the center of the arena, she raised her eyes and glanced at the high platform, then slightly raised her chin at the row of sect leaders and elders sitting there.

This casual yet somewhat arrogant demeanor caught everyone's attention, causing many elders to suddenly darken their expressions, while a few quick-witted elders couldn't help but smile wryly.

The first holy son to step onto the stage was arrogant and didn't even bother to announce his sect's name. He charged straight at the opponent with his spear, accompanied by a fierce gust of wind.

A wisp of violent purple lightning suddenly condensed at the tip of the spear, and the speed of the attack far exceeded that of all the opponents he had faced yesterday.

Like a silver thread stretched to its limit, it swept across the wide table in an instant, piercing straight into the vital spot in Nian Nian's heart.

Niannian nimbly dodged to the side, the sharp spear tip grazing her shoulder as it flew past. The violent purple arc of electricity meandered through the air for a long time before slowly dissipating.

She steadied herself, and a condensed golden sword aura instantly formed at her fingertips.

A precise sword strike landed on the spear shaft, the powerful shockwave traveling along the spear straight to the opponent's arm.

The shock caused the holy son's hand to go numb instantly, and he almost lost his grip on the weapon.

"The method of using lightning to take human form is quite rare."

Niannian took two steps back slightly to create a safe distance, and at the same time flicked her fingers together.

Three sharp sword energies advanced in a triangular formation, blocking the opponent's movement layer by layer, forcing him to the edge of the arena.

The holy son hurriedly swung his spear to block, but the sword energy slammed into the spear.

The explosion scattered sparks across the sky, and the subsequent impact forced him to stagger back three steps.

Nian Nian's sword energy is not only faster, but its tricky angles are also impossible to defend against.

In just three moves, he forced his opponent out of the ring.

The referee immediately raised the flag and declared the loss, while Nian Nian calmly sheathed his sword and stood with his hands at his sides.

Even the hem of her clothes wasn't ruffled by the strong wind; she remained calm and composed.

The second Holy Son to step onto the stage focused on extreme defense. As soon as he stepped onto the stage, a thick, water-like light blue spiritual energy shield immediately spread around his body.

It was as solid as an indestructible city wall standing in front of him.

Niannian initially attempted a direct attack, raising her hand to unleash Starfall, with countless starlight bombarding the shield's surface.

It only stirred up a few shallow ripples, without even shaking the surface of the shield.

She paused for a moment, then decisively changed her stance, rapidly gathering a ball of dazzling golden light in her palm.

The scattered starlight suddenly converged inward, all its power gathering into the golden light in the palm.

The moment the golden light slammed into the blue shield, the hard barrier cracked open with fine, spiderweb-like patterns from its center.

The cracks spread rapidly to the edge of the shield, and it shattered instantly.

The holy son stared blankly down at his vanished spiritual energy barrier.

Looking up at the lingering glow in Nian Nian's palm, he felt utterly helpless and had no choice but to concede defeat, turn around, and walk off the stage.

When the third Holy Son appeared, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became solemn.

On one side of the platform, the flags of the Tianyuan Sect fluttered violently in the wind, and a young man dressed in a deep red brocade robe slowly walked out from behind the stands.

His steps were steady, and with each step he took, the surface of the arena beneath his feet would tremble slightly.

The moment he stepped onto the arena, a thin yet chilling gray mist enveloped him, carrying with it a bone-chilling, decaying aura.

"Chu Xuan of the Tianyuan Sect."

He simply stated his sect and name, without showing any of the usual pre-fight etiquette.

Niannian recognized the layer of gray mist at a glance; she had seen it with her own eyes in the Soul Domain before.

Although the color was much lighter now, the decaying aura was clearly from the same source as the Reincarnation Mark.

The cultivation technique this person practices is infinitely close to Jin Wuming's original aura compared to the outer sect elder he encountered in the Soul Domain, making it extremely dangerous.

Without uttering any further words, she slowly raised her right hand, and golden light slowly rose from her palm, ready for battle.

Chu Xuan suddenly made his move, and the light gray mist around him expanded outward, transforming into dozens of slender and long gray threads that densely wrapped around and enveloped the space around Nian Nian.

These gray threads did not rush to launch an attack; instead, they resembled a constantly tightening membrane.

By gradually compressing and sealing off the surrounding space, one can feel an indescribable stagnation and obstruction simply by mobilizing a trace of spiritual power.

The sharp sword energy that Nian Nian unleashed collided with the gray silk, and its power was greatly reduced on the spot, even its light dimmed visibly.

"Your spiritual power is being continuously drained."

Chu Xuan stood at the very center of the gray silk array, his tone calm and indifferent, as if he were simply stating a given fact.

Niannian lowered her eyes to look at her palm, and sure enough, the golden light in her palm was continuously weakening.

The Chaos Nine-Leaf Lotus within her body continued to slowly rotate, but it could no longer instantly replenish her depleted spiritual power as it used to.