Summoning the Gods: Start by creating the Eternal Night.

In some void,

Qian Tian stared at Mei Chuan Neiku's corpse, his face ashen, and he forced out two words through gritted teeth:

"waste!"

His gaze immediately turned to another battlefield.

Qian Yuan was bleeding from his shoulder and breathing heavily, struggling to keep up with Li Xunhuan's flying knives.

Qian Tian's clenched fists cracked, and his eyes grew increasingly sinister.

It would be one thing if Mei Chuan died, but Qian Yuan was his younger brother from the same mother, and he absolutely could not be allowed to die!

High in the sky, Qian Yuan's heart trembled violently.

The defeat of Mei Chuan Neiku weighed heavily on his heart, making his already unstable breathing even more disordered.

He knew he wasn't very confident he could defeat Li Xunhuan, but his pride as a prince of the Great Qian Dynasty wouldn't allow him to back down.

Before he could regain his composure, the throwing knife in Li Xunhuan's hand had already transformed into a streak of light.

"Little Li's Flying Dagger - A Meteor Chasing the Moon!"

The blade flashed like lightning, aiming straight for Qian Yuan's heart.

Qian Yuan was greatly alarmed and hastily revealed his last trump card:

"Golden Dragon Armor!"

In an instant, a golden armor covered with dragon patterns covered his entire body, and as spiritual energy flowed, it exuded a defensive aura as heavy as a mountain.

"clang!"

The throwing knife struck the armor with a deafening crack.

The golden light flashed and actually blocked the attack, but Qian Yuan was also shaken and forced to retreat again.

Qian Yuan, panting heavily, glared at Li Xunhuan:

"Li Xunhuan, our agreement was merely a duel, so why did Yan Shisan so ruthlessly pursue and kill Mei Chuannei?"

Li Xunhuan glanced at him indifferently, his tone flat:

"On the dueling field, not only are victory and defeat determined, but life and death are also decided."

"He's not as skilled as others, so he has no one to blame but himself."

"What a brilliant move, one that not only determines victory or defeat, but also life or death!"

A resolute glint flashed in Qian Yuan's eyes. As a prince of the Great Qian Dynasty, he could not admit defeat. At the same time, he knew that if he did not fight desperately today, he would likely have no way to survive.

"Since that's the case, let's settle this with a fight to the death today!"

"True Dragon Transformation!"

With a low shout, a roar like that of a dragon erupted from his body, and boundless dragon energy surged forth.

Behind him, a golden dragon phantom, tens of feet long, materialized.

His aura surged, instantly breaking through the peak of the Celestial Realm and showing signs of approaching the realm of a terrestrial immortal.

"He's actually forcibly boosting his combat power by burning dragon energy!"

Some of the more knowledgeable and experienced cultivators watching the battle exclaimed in surprise.

"Prince Yuan is going all out!"

Li Xunhuan stood high in the sky, his expression still calm.

His entire body condensed his sword intent, merging it with the throwing knife in his hand, achieving a unity of man and blade:

"Is this all you have to offer?"

"Arrogant!"

Qian Yuan roared, manipulating the phantom of the true dragon to open its massive maw.

A golden dragon breath erupted forth, carrying the power to scorch mountains and boil seas, rushing straight towards Li Xunhuan.

Wherever it passed, space was scorched and distorted.

Li Xunhuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and with a flick of his wrist, the throwing knife transformed into a condensed blade of light, shooting towards the dragon's breath.

"Little Li's Flying Dagger—never misses!"

This strike lacked earth-shattering force, yet it carried a will that could lock onto all things and pierce through everything.

The moment the blade's edge collided with the dragon's breath, the golden dragon's breath was torn apart as if it were paper.

The flying knife continued its trajectory, aiming straight for the head of the illusory dragon.

"Sizzle!"

With a soft sound, the throwing knife pierced through the afterimage.

"Awoo!"

The phantom dragon let out a mournful cry and instantly dissipated.

The flying knife, still carrying momentum, pierced straight through Qian Yuan's right chest.

"puff!"

Qian Yuan let out a muffled groan, his body trembled violently, and the light of the Golden Dragon Armor dimmed instantly.

He looked down at the blood gushing from his chest, his eyes filled with disbelief.

A domineering sword intent swept through his entire body, severing his meridians.

His forcibly boosted combat power plummeted instantly, and his body fell from the sky like a kite with a broken string.

At the summit of Jiulin Mountain, there was a deathly silence.

The spectators were still reeling from the shock of Mei Chuan Neiku being instantly defeated.

They were all stunned to witness Prince Yuan being severely injured.

"The Six Absolute Techniques of Eternal Night... are truly terrifying!"

"The Great Qian Dynasty... is doomed to lose!"

"From this day forward, the masters of swordsmanship and saber techniques in the Eastern Region will likely no longer dare to claim the title of number one!"

A wave of discussion arose, and everyone looked at Li Xunhuan and Yan Shisan with awe.

High in the sky, Li Xunhuan clutched his chest, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Forcibly activating his sword intent also took its toll, causing him internal injuries.

But now he held a throwing knife in his hand, his gaze fixed on Qian Yuan lying on the ground:

"Prince Yuan, prepare to die!"

The throwing knife, carrying a sharp blade of light, aimed straight for Qian Yuan's throat!

Qian Yuan lay on the ground, his eyes wide open.

The sword intent raged within his body, his meridians were in disarray, and he didn't even have the strength to raise his hand. He could only watch helplessly as the sword light approached.

"How dare you! You dare!"

A furious roar echoed across the mountaintop.

Click!

The space in front of Qian Yuan suddenly tore apart.

Qian Tian's figure stepped out of the air and struck Li Xunhuan with a palm.

He could tolerate Mei Chuan's cruel death, but he absolutely could not let Qian Yuan lose his life!

Li Xunhuan's heart sank upon seeing this.

The power contained in Qian Tian's palm strike far exceeded his tolerance, making it impossible for him to withstand!

The onlookers gasped in amazement, their eyes fixed on the sky.

"The Emperor of the Great Qian Dynasty has made his move!"

"It's over, Li Xunhuan is in trouble!"

"How can a Celestial Realm cultivator withstand the attack of a terrestrial immortal?"

"Not necessarily! How could the Eternal Night Heaven not have a backup plan? There must be some terrestrial immortals secretly overseeing things!"

At this critical moment,

"Click"

A crack also appeared in the space behind Li Xunhuan.

A giant, phantom dog paw emerged from it and struck Qian Tian's palm print precisely.

"Bang!"

The two enormous forces collided, and the shockwave swept outwards.

Black Emperor emerged, a smoking Zhonghua cigarette dangling from his lips. He glanced at Qian Tian and bared his teeth in displeasure.

"Qian Tian, ​​what, are you trying to interfere in the fight?"

The onlookers were instantly stunned:

"Look! I told you so, the terrestrial immortals of the Eternal Night Heaven have indeed arrived!"

"But...but why is it a black dog?"

"He also had a strange, smoking thing dangling from his mouth..."

"Keep your voice down! Didn't you see it block Emperor Qian's palm strike? This is a senior dog!"

"If Senior Dog hears this, you're all finished!"

"Run away quickly! A battle between terrestrial deities might break out!"

Everyone quickly retreated, fearing they would be caught in the crossfire of the battle between the terrestrial immortals.

Qian Tian looked up at the Black Emperor, his face grim:

"I had no intention of interfering, but my men have already lost. Why do you insist on slaughtering them all?"

Black King exhaled a smoke ring and raised his claw:

"Bullshit! The battle isn't over until your men surrender! It's only right that our men kill him!"

Qian Tian suppressed his anger; he didn't want to completely break ties with Yong Ye Tian.

"Very well, I hereby declare that my Great Qian Dynasty concedes defeat!"

"Admit defeat?" Black Emperor's eyes widened.

"I curse your ancestors for eighteen generations! You think you can just admit defeat like that? How can you be so shameless?"

"I'm telling you too late! You interfered just now! That's a fact, and you're not leaving here until you give me an explanation!"

Qian Tian's face instantly turned red. This black dog had disrespected his ancestors and grandmothers last time, and now it was publicly insulting them. This was intolerable!

"Do you really think I'm afraid of you?"

Qian Tian's aura surged, and the oppressive aura of a terrestrial immortal swept across the mountain peak.

Black King also got angry, threw away his cigarette butt, put his paws on his hips, and his aura surged:

"What, you want to fight? Come on, come on, come on, whoever chickens out is a coward!"

"If I don't skin you alive today, I'm not the Black Emperor!"

Two terrifying auras collided at the mountain peak, causing the sky to change color and the spiritual energy to become violent.