Summoning the Gods: Start by creating the Eternal Night.

Seeing that the atmosphere was just right, Qian Yuan raised his hand to signal for quiet and continued:

"However, a group of dragons cannot be without a leader."

"To destroy the Nine Nether Demon Sect, we need a powerful alliance leader to coordinate and direct operations so that orders can be obeyed and the results can be achieved with half the effort."

"Today, we are all here representing the leaders of our respective forces. Therefore, let us discuss together which force should assume the position of leader of the Demon-Slaying Alliance!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a chorus of agreement arose from the audience.

"Prince Yuan is absolutely right! It is time to elect a leader!"

"With a leader in charge, we can unify commands and prevent each group from fighting independently!"

Qian Yuan nodded slightly and continued, "In that case, I invite everyone to express their opinions and elect a person of both virtue and talent, with outstanding strength, to serve as the leader of this Demon-Slaying Alliance!"

Before the words were finished, Dao Xuan of the Xuanqing Daoist sect stepped forward and declared loudly, "In my opinion, since this conference is being hosted by the Great Qian Dynasty, the position of alliance leader undoubtedly belongs to the Great Qian Emperor!"

"Excellent! The Great Qian Emperor is highly respected and virtuous; we are completely convinced that he is the leader of the alliance!"

"This senior is right. The strength of Daqian is second to none in the Eastern Region. With Daqian leading the way, we will definitely be able to kill the demon."

Immediately, forces affiliated with the Great Qian Dynasty echoed the sentiment, and for a time, voices supporting Emperor Qian rose and fell.

Leng Wuyai scoffed, saying sarcastically, "Heh, the Great Qian Dynasty organizes its own conference, and you think you can become the alliance leader? Isn't that a bit too presumptuous?"

At this moment, those forces that supported the Xuanming Sect immediately echoed, "Our sect supports the Xuanming Sect Leader! The Leader's strength is extraordinary; if he becomes the alliance leader, he will surely wipe out the Nine Nether Demon Sect in one fell swoop!"

Leng Wuyai stood up, his body radiating a murderous aura: "Not bad! In terms of strength, our sect leader is one of the most powerful in the Eastern Region."

"As for hatred towards the Demonic Sect, our Xuanming Sect and the Blood Demon Ancestor are sworn enemies! This position of Alliance Leader is rightfully ours!"

Xuanxiaozi of the Qingyun Sect spoke up, "Leng Wuyai, your Xuanming Sect acts in secret, how is it any different from the demonic path? Letting your Xuanming Sect become the alliance leader is like inviting a wolf into the house!"

"Zhuge Xiu, I think you're courting death!"

A fierce glint appeared in Leng Wuyai's eyes, and he was about to make a move.

"Since ancient times, good has never triumphed over evil. Leng Wuyai, I'm merely expressing my opinion. You might as well ask the others present if they agree!"

Zhuge Xiu also sensed the other party's killing intent, and although he felt a little fear,

But if a heretical sect like the Xuanming Sect were to become the leader, he would completely lose face for the righteous path. Furthermore, it would be extremely detrimental to their Qingyun Sect!

"Amitabha."

Master Mingkong spoke up again, defusing the tense atmosphere.

"Please calm down, both of you. The struggle for the position of leader should be won over by strength and virtue, not by empty words."

He slowly stood up, his aura as a peak Celestial Being faintly visible:

"Our Wanfo Temple is the leader of the righteous path in the Eastern Region. For thousands of years, we have always taken it as our mission to eliminate demons and protect the righteous path. Our disciples are all over the Eastern Region, and our virtue is known throughout the world."

"If our abbot were to become the leader of this alliance, we would surely be able to unite all sides and jointly destroy the Demonic Sect!"

"Yes, Wanfo Temple is the leader of the righteous path."

"We support the Abbot!"

"Wanfo Temple is a place of compassion, so it's perfect that they take the lead!"

Many small and medium-sized forces and Buddhist believers voiced their support, and their momentum was no less than that of the Great Qian Dynasty.

Seeing this, Zhuge Xiu could not help but stand up:

"Our Qingyun Sect supports Wanfo Temple as the leader of the alliance."

After Zhuge Xiu made these remarks, many forces that were on good terms with the Qingyun Sect expressed their support for Wanfo Temple.

Then Qian Yuan, Ming Kong, Leng Wuyai and the others all looked towards the seats of Xingchen Pavilion, Xiyu Tower and Yongyetian.

After all, the statements from these top powers are the most important thing.

Xing Xuanfeng held his teacup, watching the debate on the stage with a half-smile.

"Our Star Pavilion has no interest in the position of Alliance Leader!"

The Star Pavilion has just begun to show its strength and has no intention of getting involved in the battle for the alliance leader.

"My Xiyu Tower will remain neutral!" Su Muyu looked up at the group.

The Drizzle Tower is an assassin organization with no interest in the position of leader; their presence here is merely a formality.

"I, Yongyetian, am not interested! Do as you please!" Yuan Tiangang said.

Yongyetian also had no intention of vying for the alliance leader position; they were more interested in seeing just how much real skill these so-called righteous forces could actually muster.

The final list of candidates has been determined: the Great Qian Dynasty, Wanfo Temple, and Xuanming Sect.

For a time, their respective supporters argued incessantly, and the scene descended into chaos once again.

Qian Yuan frowned and said in a deep voice, "Gentlemen, arguing is useless!"

"Since everyone has their own version of events, why don't we each send one person from our three factions to show their true abilities and have a battle?"

"Whoever is the strongest and most respected will become the leader of the alliance!"

Master Mingkong nodded and said, "What Prince Yuan said makes sense. This old monk is willing to make friends through martial arts and learn from your superior skills."

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When Leng Wuyai heard that the martial arts were the determining factor, he realized that he had no advantage at all. He was only at the late stage of the Celestial Realm, how could he be a match for Qian Yuan and Ming Kong, who were at the peak of the Celestial Realm!

But now that we've stepped forward, how can we retreat without a fight? That would be incredibly shameful!

Soon, everyone cleared an open space in the center of the platform, allowing the three forces to determine the winner through a martial arts contest. The leader of the winning force would become the leader of the Demon-Slaying Alliance.

"Who wants to go first?" Leng Wuyai stretched his limbs, his eyes flashing with fighting spirit.

Master Mingkong chanted a Buddhist prayer and slowly stepped forward: "Amitabha! Benefactor Leng, this old monk has come to seek your guidance."

"Very well, monk, come and fight!" Leng Wuyai rushed forward in a flash, throwing a punch that was filled with black energy and carried a power that could devour everything.

Master Mingkong clasped his hands together, and a golden shield of Buddhist light emanated from them, firmly blocking the fist.

"Amitabha Buddha, benefactor Leng, lay down your butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot."

His voice was gentle, yet it contained powerful Buddhist energy. Golden Buddhist light surged forth like a tide, constantly suppressing Leng Wuyai's black aura.

Leng Wuyai's expression changed drastically. He felt as if his murderous aura had met its nemesis and was being continuously purified. He quickly activated his cultivation to the fullest and fought against Master Mingkong.

One person radiates Buddha's light, compassionate and peaceful; the other exudes murderous aura, fierce and ruthless.

The two exchanged blows, their fists and palms clashing, creating shockwaves that swept across the entire arena, leaving the audience stunned.

"So powerful! Master Mingkong truly lives up to his reputation!"

"Leng Wuyai is quite formidable as well; he actually managed to fight Master Mingkong, a peak Celestial Realm cultivator, for so long!"

After more than a hundred rounds of fierce fighting, Master Mingkong formed a hand seal and let out a low shout:

"The Palm of Great Compassion!"

A gigantic golden palm descended from the sky, carrying the power to purify all things, and slammed down on Leng Wuyai.

Leng Wuyai fought desperately, but was ultimately no match for him. He was struck by the golden palm, sent flying backward, and crashed heavily to the ground, spitting out black blood. He had clearly been defeated.

"Amitabha, benefactor Leng, you are too kind." Master Mingkong withdrew his Buddha light and put his hands together in prayer.

Leng Wuyai struggled to his feet, his eyes filled with resentment, but he could only snort coldly and return to his original position.

In the end, only Qian Yuan and Master Ming Kong remained.

"Prince Yuan, please." Master Mingkong gestured for him to enter.

Qian Yuan took a deep breath, his body radiating golden light, and an aura comparable to Master Mingkong erupted from him: "Master Mingkong, be careful!"

He swayed and unleashed the Great Qian Imperial Family's ultimate technique, "Qianlong Palm." His palm shadow resembled a dragon, exuding immense power, as he struck towards Master Mingkong.

Master Mingkong dared not be negligent, and his Buddha light shone forth once more as he fought against Qian Yuan.

Both were at the peak of the Celestial Realm; one's palm technique was domineering and contained the might of a dragon.

One was profound in Buddhist teachings, compassionate and peaceful. This contest was even more exciting than the battle between Master Mingkong and Leng Wuyai, captivating the audience.

After more than two hundred rounds of fierce fighting, the two were still evenly matched.

Qian Yuan was secretly shocked. Ming Kong's Buddhist teachings were indeed profound, and his Qianlong Palm could not gain the slightest advantage.

Master Mingkong nodded in approval. Qian Yuan was so young yet had such cultivation; the Great Qian Dynasty was indeed profound.

"Prince Yuan, this old monk has a suggestion." Master Mingkong slowly stopped what he was doing.

"Our strengths are evenly matched, and continuing the fight would be difficult to determine a winner. How about we settle the matter with a single move?"

Qian Yuan pondered for a moment, then nodded: "Very well. Let's settle this with one move!"