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The old man in the dark red robe finally spoke, his voice carrying spiritual energy:

"In a duel, the point should be reached, but your sword strike just now clearly crossed the line; you used a method you shouldn't have."

He paused, then continued:

"According to the rules of the Nine Domains Martial Arts Tournament, anyone who uses forbidden techniques will have their cultivation abolished and will be disqualified from participating."

The elders behind him simultaneously took half a step forward, their movements perfectly synchronized.

As they took that half-step, a concentrated sense of oppression spread from where they stood towards Nian Nian.

Niannian tilted her head slightly, looking at the elders in front of her with a leisurely and innocent expression.

"Grandpa, which eye of yours saw me use forbidden magic?"

I won fair and square; everyone in the room saw it. If you have eye problems, go back and get them treated before you come out and speak.

I can't see clearly, and I'm too ashamed to recognize you. Are you getting old? Don't you even wash your face anymore?

Her voice, amplified by spiritual energy, resonated throughout the entire venue. Someone in the audience chuckled, then quickly covered their mouth.

The old man in the dark red robe remained expressionless, not even raising an eyebrow.

The old man looked at Niannian and spoke in a calm tone:

"The power within you does not belong to the Mahayana stage."

When that sword energy pierced through Zhang Ting's palm force, an external force intervened.

These are the rules of the Nine Domains Martial Arts Tournament; any doubts can be verified.

If you have a clear conscience, hand over your weapons, seal your cultivation, and come with us. Once we've investigated, we'll release you.

Nian Nian gripped the Morning Dew Sword, staring at the old man's face as if he were a fool.

"Old man, are you a monkey sent to make us laugh? Hand over your weapons? Seal your cultivation? And then what?"

"Crippled? Or killed? I know the process perfectly well, you don't need to teach me. You've got your plans all figured out, but what are you dreaming of?"

The tone of her last sentence suddenly changed, and her voice carried a hint of coldness.

On the high platform, several sect leaders who were originally seated had stood up.

The old man in the dark red robe remained silent, and one of the elders behind him made his move.

A grayish-white spiritual energy condensed into a semi-transparent palm, which descended from the sky and struck directly at the top of Nian's head.

The hand was almost twice the width of the arena, covering most of the area where Niannian, Xiaoxiao, Qiqi, and Qianqian were located.

It slammed down from above, carrying the pressure of a Loose Immortal.

The protective light barrier on the arena trembled violently under the impact of this attack. The runes on the edges flickered a few times before going out completely.

The power of a Loose Immortal has exceeded the limits of the arena's restrictions.

Niannian did not retreat an inch, raising the Morning Dew Sword high above her head, with both sword patterns shining brightly at the same time.

A silvery-white sword aura burst forth from the tip of the sword, heading towards the grayish-white palm.

The moment the sword energy collided with the palm, it exploded into a blinding white light, the aftershocks sweeping outwards.

Niannian was so shocked that she took three steps back, her boots leaving two shallow marks on the broken stone slab.

The stone slab beneath her feet was already shattered, but she still stood, the tip of her sword touching the ground to support her body.

Xiao Xiao pressed her hands to the ground behind her, and emerald green spiritual light flowed from her palms into the crack beneath Nian Nian's feet.

They are repairing the broken stone slabs, while the repairs are spreading along the cracks towards the edge of the arena.

Qiqi stood to the side and behind Niannian, her palms together, a ball of crimson-gold light gathering in her palms, ready to strike at any moment.

Someone in the audience exclaimed in surprise, "The immortal has made his move?!"

"This is insane! Is this a fighting arena or a battlefield?!"

The elders on the platform whispered among themselves, but no one stepped forward to stop them or call a halt.

They simply watched, their gaze shifting back and forth between Nian Nian and the old man in the dark red robe.

Someone whispered:

"The people from the Southwest Region struck first. Even if this matter blows up, someone will cover for us."

The person next to him glanced at him but didn't say anything.

The grayish-white hand paused in mid-air for a moment before pressing down again.

This time it was faster and more powerful than before, carrying a vast expanse of grayish-white spiritual energy.

Niannian drew her sword again, and two sword patterns burst forth simultaneously.

The moment the silver-white sword light collided with the gray-white palm, a piercing explosion was heard.

A layer of golden dust filled the air.

Niannian took two steps back this time, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of her mouth, which she wiped away with her hand.

He glanced down at the bloodstains on his fingers and murmured to himself:

"The old man is quite strong, it hurts a bit."

She looked up at the elder again, her lips twitching slightly.

"Old man, is that all you've got?"

How could a cultivator at the Loose Immortal level only scratch the skin of a child like me at the Great Ascension stage?

"At your age, have you lived to the level of a tortoise?"

Someone in the audience laughed, but quickly suppressed it.

Qiqi came over and touched Niannian's arm, then blankly corrected her:

"Sister Niannian, didn't you say you were destined to live a life of luxury? How come you turned into a turtle?"

Niannian turned around and glared at Qiqi, saying with a look of exasperation:

"Qiqi, are you stupid? He's lived this long and still isn't dead, what else could he be but a tortoise? A ten-thousand-year-old turtle, haven't you heard of one?"

Kiki said "Oh," and then asked:

"But turtles and soft-shelled turtles don't seem to be the same species, do they?"

Niannian poked her head with her finger, her expression serious:

"Qiqi, I told you to study more, but all you did was eat! They're definitely in cahoots! Otherwise, why would they be called 'turtle bastards'?"

Qiqi's eyes lit up, and she clapped her hands and exclaimed:

"Sister Niannian is so smart! How come I didn't think of that? They must be related, so they're the same."

Finally, someone in the audience couldn't hold back and burst into laughter.

It was like toppling dominoes, triggering a chain reaction. In an instant, laughter rose and fell, deafening everyone.

The old man who had made the move turned pale and then flushed, standing there for a moment unsure whether he should make another move.

Just then, the second elder also made his move.

A grayish-white spiritual energy attacked from the side, at a tricky angle, aiming directly at the wrist of Nian Nian holding the sword.

Niannian tried to dodge, but the elder was faster than she expected.

A grayish-white light grazed her arm, leaving a burn mark on the outside of her forearm.

She groaned, the Dewdrop Sword drooped slightly, then she gripped it tightly in her hand again.

Qiqi finally moved. She thrust out her hands, and a ball of crimson-gold light shot out from her palms, striking the elder who had made the move.

The light spread out in a fan shape in mid-air, briefly halting his attack.

Qianqian's figure disappeared from the spot, and when she reappeared, she was already behind that elder.

A ring of silvery-white illusionary ripples silently unfolded and wrapped around his body.

The elder hesitated for a moment, his action was a beat too slow, and the point where the grayish-white spiritual light landed deviated from Nian Nian's position.

A crater was blasted into the arena floor beside her, sending debris flying in all directions.

Taking advantage of the brief moment, Niannian regained her footing, and the two sword patterns on the Morning Dew Sword lit up again, the silvery-white light even more condensed than before.

She took a deep breath and looked at the old men in front of her with disdain.

"You old geezer, you three rogue immortals are beating up four kids, aren't you afraid of losing face if word gets out?"

Bullying us because we're weak and powerful? Do you think you can take advantage of our lack of skilled fighters? Humph!

Niannian pouted and shouted towards the audience:

"Little Jin, if you don't come out soon, I'll tell Daddy to stew you to make you stronger, hmph!"

After saying that, she looked in another direction and shouted loudly:

"Little girl, time to get out and work!"

As soon as he finished speaking, two streaks of light, one gold and one red, shot in from outside the arena and slammed into the center of the square.

The powerful force, accompanied by a shockwave, swept outwards in all directions, knocking dozens of cultivators to the ground where they groaned in pain.

As the smoke and dust cleared, two small figures appeared in the center of the square.

A mischievous-looking little boy and a cold, adorable little girl.

"Who bullied our little princess? Come out here and face your doom!"

The little golden dragon's eyes swept across the entire area, and the pressure of a peak Earth Immortal spread in all directions like a tidal wave.