Summoning the Gods: Start by creating the Eternal Night.

In the center of Tianfeng City, shrouded in smoke and dust, Xue Wutian slowly rose from the ruins.

The bloody hole in his chest was healing at a visible speed, and a hint of seriousness flashed in his scarlet eyes.

The power of Yan Guiren's "Swallow Returns" attack just now far exceeded expectations, and it actually caused him some minor injuries.

"He does have some skill."

Xue Wutian licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, thinking to himself.

"This Xuanjia brat's halberd technique is domineering and unparalleled, far surpassing ordinary peak Celestial Realm cultivators. If I hadn't not yet fully recovered, would I have been forced into this predicament?"

His gaze swept across the ground, where he saw Yan Guiren dealing with his clone.

His eyes darted around, and his gaze fell on Song Zongxiang, who was locked in combat with Leng Ming not far away.

"Hehehe! Although this person's spiritual energy is severely depleted, he can still serve as decent 'nourishment,' enough to temporarily replenish my own consumption."

The moment the thought arose, Xue Wutian's figure vanished from the spot like a ghost.

"General, be careful!"

The shadow sensed something was wrong and cried out in alarm, but it was too late to help.

Song Zongxiang felt a chill run down his spine and instinctively tried to turn around to defend himself, but Xue Wutian was too fast.

"Pfft!"

A blood-red claw pierced through his back without any resistance, tearing his heart apart.

The black claws gleamed with an eerie light and began to slowly devour the spiritual power and blood energy within Song Zongxiang's body.

"Well……"

Song Zongxiang froze, then looked down with difficulty at the blood-stained claw on his chest, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Xue Wutian's voice rang in his ears, filled with a chilling greed:

"The blood essence of those in the Celestial Realm is pure and rich."

He exerted force with his palm, and a terrifying suction force erupted. The spiritual power and blood energy in Song Zongxiang's body were frantically sucked into Xue Wutian's body like a floodgate being opened.

"Uncle... Uncle!"

Behind the broken wall not far away, Qianxiao witnessed this scene with his own eyes. He was so frightened that his soul almost left his body, and he screamed in agony.

Song Zongxiang turned his gaze with difficulty to Qian Xiao, his lips moved but he could not utter a word, only blood kept gushing from the corner of his mouth.

The last thing that flashed in his eyes was worry for his nephew, then his head lolled to the side and he breathed his last.

His body withered away at a visible speed, eventually turning into an empty shell, which Xue Wutian casually tossed to the ground.

Xue Wutian licked the blood from his fingertips, his crimson eyes fixed on Qian Xiao, a greedy smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Oh? There are still some small fish that slipped through the net."

With a flick of his finger, the protective shield around Qian Xiao, enhanced by a royal secret technique, shattered instantly.

"Ah!" Qian Xiao exclaimed in surprise, his body uncontrollably pulled by a suction force, flying towards Xue Wutian.

"Second Prince!"

Shadow's eyes were bloodshot as he desperately forced Luo Mie back, trying to rush over to save the person, but he was blocked by him.

Xue Wutian grabbed Qian Xiao by the neck with one hand and lifted him into the air.

Qian Xiao's feet left the ground, the feeling of suffocation made his face turn red, and he frantically scratched at Xue Wutian's arm with both hands, his eyes filled with fear.

"Let...let me go..." Qianxiao gasped for breath.

"I am the second prince of the Great Qian Dynasty... If you kill me, my father will surely exterminate your entire clan!"

Xue Wutian let out a sinister laugh, tightening his grip on Qian Xiao's neck slightly.

"Hehehe, a prince? Perfect."

He lowered his head and sniffed Qianxiao's neck greedily.

"Your blood and energy are imbued with dragon energy, which is a rare and highly nourishing substance."

Dragon energy is the power of destiny contained within the royal bloodline, which is undoubtedly excellent nourishment for cultivators practicing demonic arts.

Xue Wutian has just been revived from his coffin and needs this kind of pure energy to stabilize his cultivation.

"No...don't..."

Qianxiao was so frightened that his soul almost left his body, tears and snot streaming down his face, and he no longer possessed any of the dignity of a prince.

At this critical moment, a furious roar suddenly echoed from the sky, shaking the heavens:

"You audacious fiend! Do not harm my imperial nephew!"

Two figures broke through the clouds, falling like two shooting stars, and instantly appeared on the battlefield.

The man on the left is dressed in a prince's python robe, with a majestic face and exuding a powerful aura of the peak of the Celestial Realm. He is none other than Prince Qian Yuan of the Great Qian Yuan.

The man on the right was dressed in a purple robe, with white hair and beard, and his aura was slightly weaker. He was the head of the Imperial Clan Court, a late-stage Celestial Realm cultivator.

The two were the ones Emperor Qian arranged to come and provide support after receiving a message from Shadow.

When the horrific scene on the open ground came into view—Song Zongxiang's shriveled corpse, and the ground littered with carcasses and bloodstains—it was clear that...

Both Qian Yuan and Zong Zheng were furious, their eyes blazing with rage.

"Uncle Yuan... Uncle Yuan! Help me!"

When Qianxiao saw Qianyuan, a last glimmer of hope burst forth in his eyes, and he cried out in a sob.

"Prince Yuan! Lord Zongzheng!" The shadow was overjoyed at the sight, as if he had seen a savior.

Qian Yuan's gaze fell on Qian Xiao in Xue Wutian's hands, and his spiritual power surged so violently it seemed to tear the air apart:

"Release my imperial nephew!"

Zong Zheng stared intently at Xue Wutian, his eyes filled with deep-seated hatred:

"Remnants of the Blood Fiend Hall! It really was you!"

"Five thousand years ago, you were all wiped out by my Great Qian ancestors in conjunction with the righteous path, yet you dare to rise from the ashes!"

"Today, I will act on behalf of Heaven and slay you, you demon!"

Xue Wutian looked at the two who had suddenly appeared, a hint of surprise flashing in his scarlet eyes, which then turned into an even stronger greed:

"Two more Celestial Realm cultivators? Very well, they can become nourishment for me as well!"

Instead of being afraid, he became even more excited.

As a member of the imperial family, Prince Yuan's dragon energy was even purer than Qianxiao's.

The Imperial Clan Head of the Imperial Clan Court possesses profound cultivation and extremely refined spiritual power, making him an excellent "nourishment."

"Hehehe... Little fellow, I'll gladly accept your dragon aura for now."

Xue Wutian grinned maliciously, tightening his grip on Qian Xiao's neck slightly.

It began to frantically absorb the dragon essence from Qianxiao.

Qian Xiao's face instantly turned even paler, his eyes filled with despair. His body visibly withered away.

"stop!"

Enraged, Qian Yuan rushed to Xue Wutian in a flash and struck out with a palm.

"Dragon Suppressing Palm"

The palm strike contained pure royal dragon energy, which transformed into a golden dragon that roared as it charged toward Xue Wutian.

Xue Wutian casually tossed the withered Qianxiao to the ground, neither dodging nor avoiding it. He formed his right hand into a claw and reached out to grab the golden dragon, clearly confident and fearless.

"boom!"

The collision of gold and red energies unleashed a deafening roar.

Qian Yuan was blasted ten feet away, a look of disbelief flashing in his eyes.

"Zongzheng, Shadow, kill those two!" Qian Yuan shouted in a deep voice, and pounced on Xue Wutian again.

"yes!"

Zongzheng responded, drew his longsword, and went straight for Leng Ming.

The Imperial Clan Head's swordsmanship was steady and experienced. Although he was in the late stage of the Celestial Realm, he still made it difficult for the injured Leng Ming to escape.

Although Shadow was also seriously injured, he dared not be careless and immediately faced Luo Mie again.

On the main battlefield, Qian Yuan became increasingly alarmed as the battle progressed.

The blood energy of Xue Wutian is extremely strange. It can not only devour spiritual power, but also regenerate continuously, as if it never gets tired.

He had used all his strength, but he was still at a disadvantage.

"Bang!"

Another palm strike collided with a claw. Qian Yuan felt a cold and domineering force travel up his arm, causing his blood and qi to surge. He was forced to retreat dozens of feet before regaining his footing.

He stared at Xue Wutian, his eyes filled with shock: "Your strength... has actually recovered to this level?"

Xue Wutian cackled, "Five thousand years ago, your ancestors were nothing but ants before me."

"And what are you now?"

His figure blurred, and he instantly closed in on Qian Yuan, his blood claws aimed straight for his face.

This claw strike was as fast as lightning, carrying a strong stench of blood, making Qian Yuan feel that there was no way to avoid it.

"Royal Secret Technique - Dragon Shield!"

Qian Yuan was greatly alarmed and hurriedly activated the dragon energy within his body, condensing a golden dragon-patterned shield in front of him.

"Snap!"

The blood claw landed on the dragon shield, instantly causing cracks to appear all over the shield.

Qian Yuan felt a tremendous force coming from him, as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer. He was sent flying backward and crashed hard into the broken city wall, spitting out a mouthful of blood.