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

The shockwave from Xiao Jin and Luo Nannan's landing had not yet dissipated, and the ground was still trembling slightly.

Amidst the smoke and dust, two small figures stood ramrod straight. One was a mischievous-looking little boy with his hands in his pockets, tilting his head as he surveyed the entire scene.

A cute little child with a cold demeanor, with crimson-gold flames silently dancing at her fingertips.

Xiao Jin's voice, amplified by the spiritual power of a peak Earth Immortal, resounded throughout the entire venue:

"Who hit Nian Nian just now? Get out here yourself, so I don't have to look for you all one by one."

The old man in the dark red robe did not move, but the three elders behind him simultaneously took a half step back.

The elder who launched the sneak attack on Nian Nian turned slightly pale, his lips moved, but no sound came out.

Xiao Jin's gaze landed precisely on him, and the corners of her mouth curved slightly:

"It's you, you old codger."

He didn't say another word, and his figure had already disappeared from the spot.

When he reappeared, he stood in front of the elder and slapped him down with his palm.

That palm strike was devoid of any fancy movements; the moment the palm wind landed, the spiritual energy shield surrounding the elder shattered like a thin layer of ice.

He was pressed into the arena floor, the stone slab shattered, and cracks spread outwards from beneath him, extending for nearly ten feet.

He lay face down in the rubble, blood seeping from his mouth and nose, and he was no longer breathing.

No one spoke from below the stage. The aura of a peak Earth Immortal permeated the arena, like a canopy pressing down on everyone's heads. Anyone who opened their mouth would be locked onto by that aura.

Another elder attempted to attack from the side, but before he could take even half a step, Luo Nannan's flame lines had already wrapped around his ankle.

He glanced down and saw the wisp of flame climbing up his ankle. His protective spiritual energy was burning silently, like a piece of paper that had been set ablaze.

He tried to sever the fire line with a wave of his hand, but before his palm even touched it, the fire line had already disappeared.

The moment he reached out, it had already returned to Luo Nannan's fingertips.

He looked down at his ankles, where the band of clothing had disappeared, and a ring of slowly dying embers lingered at the edge.

The old man in the dark red robe finally spoke, his voice still steady:

"Who exactly are you people? You're at the peak of the Earth Immortal realm, you can't be nobodys."

Xiao Jin glanced back at him and said coldly:

"none of your business."

He turned back, looked at the remaining elders, and asked in a cold voice:

"Who did this? Come at me all at once, don't waste my time."

The last elder attacked before Xiao Jin could finish speaking. A short knife slid out from his sleeve, spiritual light condensing on the blade, and it pierced straight at Xiao Jin with a whooshing sound.

Xiao Jin didn't even turn his body; he simply raised his hand and pinched the blade between two fingers.

The short knife stopped in mid-air, its blade trembling violently and emitting a buzzing sound. It could neither advance another inch nor retract.

Xiao Jin loosened his grip, and the dagger slipped from his fingers, falling to the ground with a crisp sound.

The elder took a half step back, his face pale, and a dent appeared on the blade of his knife.

Luo Nannan stood beside Niannian, never moving from her spot.

She stood there, the crimson-gold flames around her feet already spreading to the edge of the arena.

A complete circle was formed at the edge of the arena, enclosing the entire arena inside, like a slowly shrinking barrier.

The old man in the dark red robe looked down at the ground beneath his feet, where a circle of flames was spreading along the gravel around his feet.

He said in a deep voice, "Stop."

The several elders behind him stopped at the same time.

Xiao Jin glanced at him, looking somewhat impatient.

"You old geezer, who do you think you are? You think you can just stop whenever you want?"

As he spoke, he took a step forward, and just then, the sky in the center of the venue suddenly darkened.

A rift appeared in the void, and a gray figure stepped out from it, landing on the ruins in the center of the arena.

He wore a gray robe without any patterns, and his face was blurred, making it impossible to discern the specific outlines of his features.

Behind him followed three figures with the same aura, all three being peak Earth Immortals.

The old man in the dark red robe bowed slightly towards the gray figure without uttering a sound, but his attitude spoke volumes.

The gray figure spoke: "You've been causing trouble here long enough."

He glanced at the corpse of the elder who had been forced into the arena by Xiao Jin, and then at the Morning Dew Sword in Niannian's hand.

"The aura of that sword is quite interesting."

Xiao Jin squinted at the gray figure, and the dragon's might was deflected from the direction from which the gray figure was coming.

He took a step forward, shielding Niannian behind him: "And who are you? State your name."

The gray shadow didn't answer him, but continued to look at Nian Nian:

"Leave your swords behind, and you may leave."

Nian Nian gripped the Morning Dew Sword, her little face expressionless.

Just then, a voice came from the direction of the venue entrance, covering the entire area:

"With such a grand display, it seems I wasn't too late."

Everyone turned their heads at the same time. Luo Tian stood on the stone steps at the entrance of the venue, his face calm.

The gray figure paused for a moment when it turned around and saw Luo Tian.

Luo Tian took a step forward and stopped in front of Nian Nian, looking at the gray figure:

"Your men are done fighting, now it's my turn."

The gray shadow remained silent for a moment, and when Luo Tian's gaze fell on it again, its figure moved slightly.

Luo Tian didn't speak again. His aura began to rise, and then stopped after reaching its limit.

His gaze fell indifferently on the gray figure, and he spoke coldly:

"Your true form isn't here; this projection alone can't stop me."

The gray figure remained silent, its form fading and slowly dissipating into the air.

The auras of the three peak Earth Immortals also dissipated at the same moment.

Niannian peeked half her head out from behind Luo Tian, ​​looking in the direction where the gray shadow had disappeared:

"Dad, what was that just now?"

Luo Tian turned around, glanced down at her, and softened his tone.

"It's just a stepping stone, ignore it."

"I'm leaving. I'm going back to pack my things. There's no need for me to stay here any longer."

He turned and walked out, Niannian followed after him, Xiaoxiao and Qiqi followed behind, and Qianqian walked at the very back.

The scene was quiet for a while, followed by the sound of everyone panting heavily. Only when Luo Tian and the others disappeared did everyone truly come back to life.

On the way, Xiao Nian asked Luo Tian:

"Dad, what do we do next?"

Luo Tian didn't stop walking; his voice came over:

"I'll help you improve your strength, then go find your mother and grandparents..."

Xiao Niannian's body trembled slightly, her big eyes filled with tears, and she murmured to herself:

"Will I finally be able to see them again? I miss them so much..."