Summoning the Gods: Start by creating the Eternal Night.

Yuan Tiangang stood high in the sky, his gaze as cold as ice.

His gaze swept over the panicked Qingyun Sect cultivators below, a cold smile curving his lips:

"Let's do it!"

"Except for Xuanxiaozi and Yunhe, the rest are yours to kill without mercy!"

"yes!"

Yang Guo, Zhang Wuji, Di Yun, Linghu Chong, Lu Xiaofeng, Jing Xinmo, Jing Ke, Gao Jianli, Qingguo, Qingcheng

They responded in unison, their voices like thunder, echoing across the square.

The next moment, ten figures rushed into the crowd of Qingyun Sect cultivators like tigers descending the mountain.

"kill!"

Without the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword, Yang Guo formed a sword with his fingers and swept it horizontally.

Wherever they went, the disciples of the Qingyun Sect fell in droves, like stalks of wheat swept by a whirlwind.

Zhang Wuji unleashed a double palm strike, pushing the "Nine Yang Divine Skill" to its limit, the palm winds unleashed incomparably fierce power.

With each strike, dozens of disciples suffered internal organs ruptured.

He flew backward, his blood staining the bluestone slabs of the square.

Di Yun moved like lightning, his inner energy from the "Divine Illumination Scripture" flowing freely, the blood-red blade in his hand flashing with an eerie red light.

Wherever the blade flashed, heads fell to the ground. He was like a demon from hell, and no one could stop him wherever he went.

Linghu Chong's "Nine Swords of Dugu" is even more exquisite, with its sword light flickering unpredictably.

Each flash was accompanied by a scream, and in the blink of an eye, dozens of disciples perished under the sword.

Lu Xiaofeng appeared casual, but his two fingers were like celestial pincers.

They always managed to catch an elder's weapon at the last second.

With a flick of the wrist, one can snap the other person's neck.

The Mirror Heart Demon stood in the center of the plaza, its divine soul power spreading out like an invisible tide.

The Qingyun Sect cultivators, whose souls were affected and controlled by his shockwave, instantly lost their focus.

They killed each other like puppets on strings, creating a chaotic and bloody scene.

Jing Ke and Gao Jianli, positioned on the left and right respectively, worked together seamlessly.

Jing Ke's dagger was as fast as lightning, aiming specifically for the throat; his figure was elusive, killing without a trace.

Gao Jianli then played the zither, but the music was not pleasant to the ear.

Instead, it contains a powerful sonic attack that can disturb a person's mind.

This caused the elders and disciples of the Qingyun Sect to become dizzy and their fighting power to be greatly reduced, creating an opportunity for Jing Ke.

The two, one attacking and the other disrupting, were invincible.

The phrase "倾国" (qīngguó) and "倾城" (qīngchéng) are used as if they were in an empty place.

The overwhelming force of the "brute charge" was unstoppable, causing the disciples to break bones and cry out in pain.

The alluring "Whirlwind Kick" was fierce and unpredictable; her leg movements were swift and unpredictable, leaving only death or injury in its wake.

The two men were like two heavy hammers, tearing open gaps in the crowd.

The resistance of the Qingyun Sect disciples was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot; it was utterly futile.

"Ah—I don't want to die!"

"Spare me—!"

Desperate cries and pleas for mercy rose and fell.

"Stop! You devils!"

The deputy sect leader, Yun He, looked down at the hellish scene below, his eyes bloodshot with rage, and roared repeatedly.

His spiritual power surged, and the aura of a late-stage Celestial Being swept outwards.

Yan Shisan's gaze fell on Yun He, a hint of fighting spirit flashing in his eyes:

"I'll take care of Yunhe."

Before he finished speaking, he moved swiftly and headed towards Yunhe.

Just as Yunhe was about to rush down to help, a figure blocked his way.

Yan Shisan pointed his longsword directly at Yun He's throat, his tone flippant:

"Late stage of the Celestial Realm? That's barely enough for me to stretch my muscles."

Yun He's expression changed drastically; he could clearly sense the extremely sharp sword intent emanating from Yan Shisan.

But he was now in a bind, and roared in anger:

"Hmph, we're both in the late stage of the Celestial Realm, don't be so arrogant!"

The longsword in his hand was drawn, flashing with a bluish light and carrying a sharp sword aura.

He unleashed the Qingyun Sect's ultimate technique, "Qingfeng Slash," and thrust it towards Yan Shisan.

"Well done!"

Yan Shisan's sword intent intensified; with a flick of his longsword, sword shadows danced in the air.

It is none other than "Broken Mountain" from the "Thirteen Deadly Swords"!

"Ding ding ding!"

The two longswords collided instantly, producing a dense clang of metal against metal, and sparks flew everywhere.

Sword energy crisscrossed, tearing apart the surrounding air and creating invisible waves of energy.

On the other side, Li Xunhuan, seeing the restless Yan Guiren, preemptively laughed:

"Hahaha! Brother Guiren, leave Xuanxiaozi to me."

"I've been lying down and drinking a lot lately, and my bones are practically rusting. It's good to get some exercise."

Upon hearing this, Yan Guiren smiled helplessly.

He was indeed itching to fight, but he simply couldn't muster the interest to attack those low-level cultivators.

"Alright, Brother Li, I'll leave Xuanxiaozi to you!"

Yan Guiren nodded, then said in a joking tone:

"If Brother Li can't handle this, don't blame me for getting involved!"

"Haha, don't worry. I will definitely do my best and there won't be a chance for Brother Guiren to cause any trouble!"

Li Xunhuan moved swiftly, appearing before Xuanxiaozi with a throwing knife in his hand, ready to strike.

"Sect Master Xuanxiaozi, today, let me experience your superior skills!"

Xuanxiaozi was locked onto by Yuan Tiangang's aura and could only watch helplessly as his disciples below fell one after another, his heart filled with shock and anger.

Seeing Li Xunhuan come knocking on his door, he was even more enraged:

"Hmph! You, at the late stage of the Celestial Realm, are still no match for me!"

"Even if I die in battle today, I will still tear a piece of flesh from your Eternal Night Heaven! I'll start with you!"

His spiritual power erupted suddenly, and the powerful aura of a peak Celestial Realm expert spread out. His longsword danced in his hand.

He unleashed the Qingyun Sect's deadly move.

"Azure Cloud Sword Technique - Severing Strike!"

In an instant, countless sharp sword energies converged into a gigantic sword shadow.

With a devastating aura, it slashed towards Li Xunhuan.

Wherever the sword's shadow passed, the air was torn apart, emitting a piercing shriek.

Li Xunhuan remained calm, his footwork shifting rapidly, his figure moving like a ghost as he constantly dodged and weaved.

At the same time, he threw a series of flying knives, forcing Xuanxiaozi to be distracted and defend himself.

For a time, the two were locked in a fierce and evenly matched battle.

Above the square, Yuan Tiangang and Yan Guiren stood side by side, quietly watching the battle below.

Yuan Tiangang knew that Yan Guiren, Yan Shisan, and Li Xunhuan were all warlike men.

This level of opponent was exactly what they wanted, so they didn't intervene.

He simply observed his surroundings cautiously, in case anything unexpected happened.

"I never expected that the Qingyun Sect, which prides itself on being a top-tier power, would have such a weak foundation."

Looking at the carnage below, Yan Guiren spoke calmly.

"I thought there would be a fierce battle, but it seems I was overthinking it."

"Now they only have two Celestial Realm cultivators left, their annihilation is only a matter of time."

Yuan Tiangang nodded, his eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

"It's not that they lack resources; it's just that the successive losses of their powerful members have made them appear so weak."

"Besides, those who obey me prosper, and those who defy me perish."

"Since you have chosen to be an enemy of my Eternal Night Heaven, you should be prepared to be destroyed."

Below, the battle continues.

"The Thirteen Deadly Swords - Gale!"

In the heat of battle, Yan Shisan seized upon a weakness in Yun He's defenses.

With a flick of his sword, it transformed into a streak of sword energy, instantly piercing his chest.

"Well……"

Yunhe stared wide-eyed in disbelief at his chest, pierced by the sword energy.

Both are at the late stage of the Celestial Realm, yet the difference between them is so vast!

He endured the excruciating pain, raised his sword and unleashed a final strike, trying to escape, but how could Yan Shisan give him the chance?

"The Thirteen Deadly Swords - Final Form!"

Yan Shisan let out a low shout, and his sword intent surged.

Countless sword energies converged into a gigantic sword shadow that blotted out the sky.

With an aura of annihilation, it slashed towards Yunhe!

Yunhe sensed something was wrong. The injury to his chest made his spiritual energy flow sluggish, and his body reacted a beat slower.

Seeing that he could not dodge, he could only grit his teeth and resist, pouring all his remaining spiritual power into the longsword.

But when the enormous sword shadow slashed down, Yunhe realized how ridiculous his resistance was.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he roared:

"I'm not reconciled! I'm not reconciled!"

"boom!"

The massive sword shadow slashed down, cleaving Yunhe's body in two.

Blood and entrails were scattered all over the ground, and endless resentment lingered in his eyes, but his life force was rapidly fading away.

During his fierce battle with Li Xunhuan, Xuanxiaozi caught a glimpse of Yunhe falling from the corner of his eye.

And the disciples and elders who kept falling were filled with regret and despair.

He hated Jian Xiaotian's impulsiveness, hated Yongyetian's cruelty, and hated his own incompetence in being unable to protect the sect.

"puff!"

In a moment of distraction, Xuanxiaozi was grazed on the shoulder by a flying knife from Li Xunhuan, and blood gushed out instantly.

He staggered backward, his eyes filled with frenzied rage:

"Ah... I'll kill you!"

He roared, channeling his full power and unleashing a forbidden technique from the Qingyun Sect.

"Azure Cloud Sword Technique - Nine Heavens Star River Falls!"

In an instant,

A silver river composed of sword energy appeared in the sky.

Thousands of sword lights fell like meteors, carrying an aura of earth-shattering destruction, enveloping Li Xunhuan.

Li Xunhuan's expression changed slightly; he was momentarily outmatched and had to dodge repeatedly.

Yet it was still struck by hundreds of meteor-like sword energies, slamming heavily into the ground and creating a deep crater.

Seeing this, Yan Guiren was about to step forward to help when Yuan Tiangang spoke up:

"Li Xunhuan hasn't lost yet, let him do it himself."

"good!"

Upon hearing this, Yan Guiren glanced in Li Xunhuan's direction and then stopped in his tracks.

Li Xunhuan slowly stood up from the deep pit.

His clothes were tattered and his body was covered in wounds, dripping with blood, but the fighting spirit in his eyes burned even brighter.

He looked at Xuanxiaozi and burst into laughter:

"Hahaha, that's great!"

"It's been so long since I've felt this good, let's do it again!"

Before he finished speaking, he soared into the sky again and engaged in battle with Xuanxiaozi.

The throwing knives in her hand seemed to come alive, constantly blocking Xuanxiaozi's escape routes.

He was forced to defend himself, and his body was constantly slashed with varying depths by the flying knives.

Xuanxiaozi was greatly alarmed.

"How come this person has suddenly become much stronger than before?"

Little did he know that the more adversity Li Xunhuan faced, the higher his fighting spirit became, and the more exquisite his throwing knife skills became.

Li Xunhuan exerted all his strength, and three more throwing knives appeared in his hand.

His gaze locked onto Xuanxiaozi's brow, and he said coldly:

"The game is over."

The first throwing knife shot out suddenly, and Xuanxiaozi dodged it.

But he had just dodged the first blade,

The second and third scythes followed in quick succession, faster and at more tricky angles.

He had no time to dodge and could only take the hit head-on. He was knocked back repeatedly by the flying knife, and blood kept spilling from his mouth.

Just when he thought he could finally breathe a sigh of relief, a chill suddenly ran down his back.

He was terrified and tried to turn around, but it was too late.

The first throwing knife he dodged seemed to have eyes.

It traced a strange arc in the air, turned around and shot back, piercing through his neck and throat!

It was Li Xunhuan's most deadly strike—the Spinning Throat Lock!

"Ugh..."

Xuanxiaozi quickly covered his neck, which was bleeding profusely.

He stared wide-eyed at the throwing knife in disbelief.

Only one thought remained in my mind:

"What the hell is this throwing knife? It even has a tracking function!"

He could clearly feel his life force rapidly slipping away.

He turned his head with difficulty to look at Li Xunhuan, his voice hoarse and breathless:

"Could...could you tell me your name?"

Li Xunhuan looked at him and said calmly:

"The ultimate sword technique of the Six Absolute Techniques of Eternal Night, Li Xunhuan."

A knowing glint flashed in Xuanxiaozi's eyes, a bitter smile appeared on his lips, and he let out a hoarse pleading sound:

"Sword Mastery... truly lives up to its name... I didn't lose unjustly..."

"Could you...please spare...spare the remaining disciples of my sect?"

Li Xunhuan shook his head: "Impossible."

Xuanxiaozi gave a bitter laugh, slowly closed his eyes, and fell from the sky, muttering to himself:

"In the next life... I never want to meet... Eternal Night Sky again..."

"boom!"

The body fell to the ground, lifeless.

In the square, the last resistance had ceased.

The disciples of the Qingyun Sect were almost all killed or wounded, leaving only a few kneeling on the ground, trembling.

Some of the surviving Qingyun Sect disciples took advantage of the chaos to escape the plaza.

Thinking he had escaped unscathed, but as soon as he stepped out of the sect...

They were instantly killed by the Bad Guys and the people from the Drizzle Tower who were surrounding the sect!

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