and Ye Xiaoxiao, both ten years old.

The Phantom Sect selected Huan Yang and Huan Ting, with Huan Yang at the third level and Huan Ting at the second, both nine and a half. 

Feather Dust sighed, “Alas, still not good enough…”

Feather Sect sent a female disciple named Yu Qingqing and a male disciple named Yu Tian. Yu Qingqing was at the peak of the fourth level, aged ten, and Yu Tian at the fourth level, aged eleven. 

Ye Tianxiang was the first to congratulate, “You are indeed lucky to have such a talented granddaughter.”

“Of course, she’s my granddaughter after all,” Feather Dust replied gleefully.

“Alright, since everyone has chosen their representatives, let’s begin.”

“Wait, Ba Gui, you seem to be missing someone,” Xiu Wushang pointed out.

“Who am I missing, Xiu Wushang?”

“Your grandson.”

Hearing this, Long Ba flinched briefly, then said, “The child is still young; it’s not suitable for him to compete.”

“Is your grandson younger than these children here?”

“Well…”

“Grandpa, let me go!” Seeing his grandfather in a tight spot, Qiyun volunteered, “I’m only eleven and have just stepped into the first level.”

Immediately, there was a burst of laughter.

“Where did this kid come from, being this old and only at this level?” Long Ba held back his anger with effort.

“Grandpa, at most I'll just get beaten up a bit. It’s no big deal.”

“Yun’er, it’s not that I don’t want to let you go, but given your current situation, I’m worried.”

Xiu Wushang said, “It’s fine, they’re all just children, let them try.”

“This is ridiculous!” Long Ba thought.

“Grandpa, let Yun’er go, otherwise, they won’t smoothly let you host this event.”

Seeing how considerate Qiyun was being, Long Ba had no choice but to relent, “Yun’er, be careful. If you can’t beat them, just admit defeat. No one will blame you.”

“Alright.”

The matches were drawn: Huan Ting against Si Wufei, Hui Yisheng against Ye Wuqing, Yu Tian against Ye Xiaoxiao, Huan Yang against Xiu Xinxu, Yu Qingqing against Si Yunsan, and Ye Wuqing against Hui Qingren. The final match was Xiu Xinhu against Ba Qiyun.

“To accelerate this tournament, I’ll divide the arena a bit,” Long Ba said, waving his hand to create six smaller arenas, each spacious enough for two people to compete comfortably. Qiyun watched with wide eyes.

The crowd eagerly watched the match between Yu Qingqing and Si Yunsan, as they were the most promising competitors. The others were considered mere child’s play.

“Qingqing, I won’t go easy on you, even though you’re a girl!” Si Yunsan warned.

“Less talk. If you’re strong enough, I’ll have nothing to say.”

“Alright, don’t blame me if your face gets scratched!”

“Hmph, you wish.”

Si Yunsan roared, releasing his martial aura. A spectral skeletal handle formed in his hand, not fully-shape

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