Summoning the Gods: Start by creating the Eternal Night.

The great battle began instantly, and the battlefield was divided into four areas.

A cold glint flashed in Di Yun's eyes. He activated the Divine Illumination Scripture to its fullest extent, unleashing the vast internal energy dormant within him like a surging ocean.

With a devastating force, it collided violently with the palm print that Zhang Tao had brought!

"Boom—!"

A deafening explosion rang out, and a visible shockwave swept wildly from the two people in the center.

The surrounding bluestone paving stones shattered into dust instantly, the flying debris carrying a powerful force that made the robes of the onlookers flutter loudly.

Zhang Tao felt an overwhelming force, far beyond his imagination, surge in like a tsunami. In an instant, his tiger's mouth split open inch by inch, and blood gushed out!

He felt as if he had been struck by a gigantic hammer, his body staggering backward a full ten steps uncontrollably.

Each step left a hole half a foot deep in the ground, and the stone slabs beneath our feet were cracked!

He steadied himself abruptly, felt a sweet taste in his throat, and almost spat out a mouthful of blood, but he forced it back down.

In contrast, Di Yun merely swayed slightly, took two steps back, and remained motionless. His expression was calm, and even his breathing was perfectly steady.

"How...how is this possible?!" Zhang Tao stared intently at Di Yun, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints.

My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of my chest, and horrified thoughts exploded in my mind.

"I am at the late stage of Nirvana! I am a whole minor realm higher than him! This power... this power is more than just the mid-stage of Nirvana. It is clearly comparable to the peak of Nirvana."

The disdain and arrogance on his face had vanished, replaced by a barely concealed sense of apprehension.

The two then engaged in combat again. Although Di Yun was at a disadvantage in the initial exchange, he soon found it difficult to defeat him easily.

"Damn it, how can this person from Xiyulou get stronger as the battle goes on, and with such a strange movement technique, it's really difficult to defeat him in a short time."

On the other side, Fourth Elder Wang Yuan saw that Third Elder Zhang Tao was gradually losing ground in his battle with Di Yun, and was also wounded in several places.

He was greatly surprised. He knew the Third Elder's strength all too well; an ordinary late-stage Nirvana cultivator was no match for him.

Just as the Fourth Elder Wang Yuan was feeling agitated, Linghu Chong on the other side was also about to make a move.

"Clang!"

A crisp sword cry tore through the silent night sky, the sword intent as deep and still as a mountain, surging forth like a tidal wave in an instant.

"Not good!" Wang Yuan instantly sensed Linghu Chong's sword intent.

Linghu Chong lightly touched the ground with his toes, his figure as fast as lightning, and his long sword seemed to fly from the sky, aiming straight for Wang Yuan's throat!

The speed was so fast that Wang Yuan didn't even have time to react. He could only watch helplessly as a cold sword light rapidly enlarged before his eyes!

"You're courting death!" Wang Yuan roared, his longsword flashing rapidly in his hand.

The Qingyun Sect's ultimate technique, the Qingyun Swordplay, was unleashed to its fullest extent. Sword light flashed like countless stars, relentlessly piercing towards Linghu Chong's vital points.

The sword wind was so fierce that it made the air seem to whistle!

However, faced with this all-pervasive net of swords, Linghu Chong only experienced a slight tremor in his wrist.

The longsword, like a serpent emerging from its hole, pierced precisely the flaw in Wang Yuan's swordsmanship!

"clang--!"

The two swords clashed, producing a deafeningly crisp sound! Wang Yuan immediately felt an extremely cunning force travel along the blade.

The impact numbed his arm, caused excruciating pain in his hand, and nearly caused him to drop his sword! He let out a muffled groan.

He involuntarily staggered back three steps, his chest heaved with blood and qi, and his face turned deathly pale!

"This... what kind of sword technique is this?!" Wang Yuan's eyes were filled with disbelief, and his horrified roar was distorted.

"His moves are simple, yet he always manages to see through my weaknesses! His sword intent... is even purer and sharper than the sword intent I've cultivated for decades!"

"Just what's the background of this Drizzle Pavilion?!"

His prized "Azure Cloud Sword Technique" was so easily defeated in the hands of his opponent!

The two then clashed again.

At the same time, Jing Ke, Yao Li, Nie Zheng, Zhuan Zhu, and Yu Rang were surrounded by a surge of murderous aura, as if they were in a prison.

Like demons from the deepest hell, they charged towards the disciples of the Qingyun Sect and Elder Dongxu!

"Leave those six Void Realm cultivators to me and Nie Zheng. The three of you go and deal with the rest."

Holding a poisoned dagger, Jing Ke moved with ghostly grace, his footsteps unpredictable and elusive, like a hunter in the night.

In a short while, he arrived in front of the six Void Realm elders, his target being none other than Li Yaochao, the target of this bounty mission.

Li Yaochao was one of these six Void Realm elders.

Nie Zheng held the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword, his aura calm and unwavering, the sword hanging low.

However, they subtly locked onto the auras of the six elders, forming an encirclement with Jing Ke on the left and right.

Upon seeing this, Li Yaochao and the other five elders in the late stage of the Void Realm all frowned and instantly formed a sword formation!

Swords flashed and fierce energy surged, trapping Jing Ke and Nie Zheng in the center.

Li Yaochao roared angrily:

"Don't think that just because you two are at the peak of the Void Realm, you dare to fight against all six of us at the same time? Today will be your burial ground!"

The sword formation was activated, and the sword shadows overlapped one after another, densely attacking the two of them.

Jing Ke and Nie Zheng exchanged a glance, then simultaneously retreated rapidly.

Without any intention of direct confrontation—this is precisely the assassin's instinct: to avoid the enemy's strength and wait for the opportune moment to strike!

Jing Ke's figure moved as elusively as a willow catkin, weaving and shifting amidst the shadows of swords. His dagger would occasionally pierce through, yet he did not linger in battle.

Each strike precisely targets the weak points of the sword formation, disrupting the opponent's rhythm.

Nie Zheng wielded a heavy sword, seemingly clumsy, but in reality, every strike was perfectly timed, deflecting the fiercest attacks.

At the same time, the powerful force caused the sword formation to slightly stagnate.

In just a few moves, the two had already exchanged more than ten blows with the six elders.

Jing Ke's gaze remained sharp as an eagle's, fixed intently on Li Yaochao within the sword formation.

When this guy parried Nie Zheng's heavy sword, his left rib trembled slightly, and his breathing was obviously disordered for a moment.

"Now!"

Jing Ke let out a low shout, his figure suddenly accelerating like a black lightning bolt, ignoring the elder's thrusting sword.

He actually took the aftershock of the sword strike with his own body! The sharp sword light sliced ​​through his shoulder, and blood splattered.

"Li Yaochao, prepare to die!"

A loud shout echoed through the night sky, and Jing Ke's dagger flashed coldly as he thrust it straight at Li Yaochao's vital point, the dantian!

It was as fast as lightning, so fast that Li Yaochao had no time to react!

Li Yaochao's face turned ashen. He hurriedly raised his sword to defend himself, but Jing Ke's dagger precisely sliced ​​open his wrist!

With a crisp "crack," his wrist bone snapped! A sharp pain shot through him, and his longsword clattered to the ground.

He staggered backward, his eyes filled with terror!

"You... how can you be so strong?!" Li Yaochao roared in shock, his voice trembling.

"You think you're worthy of making the Rain Pavilion take action?" Jing Ke sneered, his dagger flashing horizontally, a chilling sword light streaking across the sky!

"Pfft—!"

Blood spurted out, and a head shot into the sky!

Li Yaochao's body crashed to the ground, his eyes still filled with disbelief and terror!

"Li Yaochao!" The other five people's expressions changed drastically, and the sword formation instantly showed a flaw!