Summoning the Gods: Start by creating the Eternal Night.

Black Emperor turned his head and gestured with his chin towards Yan Shisan and Li Xunhuan:

"You two step back, and watch how I show this Emperor of the Great Qian what it means to 'win people over with virtue'."

Yan Shisan and Li Xunhuan exchanged a glance, then bowed and replied:

"Yes, Lord Black Emperor."

After saying that, the two of them, despite their injuries, quickly retreated to a distance.

The Black Emperor said no more, turned and glared at Qian Tian, ​​baring his fangs:

"Qian Tian, ​​take a bite from your Black Emperor grandpa!"

A phantom image of a beast's claw, obscuring the sky, suddenly shot out, accompanied by a fierce wind that tore through the air, heading straight for Qian Tian.

Qian Tian's eyes sharpened. He first cast a thick spiritual energy shield around Qian Yuan, then struck out with his palm:

"Dragon Palm!"

A dragon's roar shook the heavens, and a solid golden palm print, carrying immense dragon energy, met the beast's claw.

"boom!"

The two attacks collided with a deafening roar that nearly shook the heavens and the earth.

The violent energy aftershocks swept out like a tsunami, instantly spreading to an area of ​​dozens of miles in radius.

The surrounding mountains of Jiulin Mountain bear the brunt of the impact.

The once lush green mountains collapsed with a deafening roar under the impact of the aftershocks.

Huge rocks rolled down, ancient trees were uprooted, and dust filled the sky, obscuring the sun.

Those cultivators who had retreated to the foot of the mountain or the edge of the mountain peak thought they were safe enough, but now they realized that they had underestimated the destructive power of the terrestrial immortals.

Those low-level cultivators who were nearby didn't even have time to scream before being crushed into a bloody mist by the aftershocks.

Those who were slightly stronger were also shaken so badly that their meridians were severed, the sound of bones cracking echoed everywhere, and they fell from the mountain peaks, spitting out blood, with cries of agony filling the air.

"Ah! Help! Run!"

"It's over! It's over!"

"The aftershocks of a terrestrial deity's energy are simply beyond the capabilities of us insignificant shrimps!"

The surviving cultivators were terrified and fled in all directions, creating utter chaos.

Black Emperor and Qian Tian were already bloodthirsty.

The two moved rapidly through the air, their fists and claws clashing, dragon energy and black mist intertwining and surging.

Each collision caused the heavens and earth to tremble, and the aftershocks grew stronger with each passing moment.

The surrounding mountains collapsed one after another, and the earth cracked open into deep ravines, creating an extremely terrifying scene.

It seemed the entire Jiulin Mountain was about to be razed to the ground.

A deep and gentle Buddhist chant suddenly pierced through the deafening roar and wails, clearly reaching everyone's ears.

At the same time, a gentle yet resilient force spread out, steadily blocking the raging aftershocks and preventing them from spreading further.

"Amitabha."

"My two benefactors, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but there is always a shore to turn back to. Please refrain from committing further acts of killing."

As soon as the words were spoken, a figure draped in a golden kasaya descended from the sky.

Surrounded by Buddhist light, with a solemn and dignified appearance, and with lotus shadows floating beneath his feet, he was none other than Master Xuanci of Wanfo Temple, whose cultivation level was at the mid-stage of the Land Immortal realm.

He hovered high in the sky, his hands clasped together, his gaze sweeping over the collapsed mountain peaks and the suffering monks below, his tone full of pity.

The onlookers burst into tears of joy, their exclamations filling the air.

"He's a master from Wanfo Temple!"

"We're saved!"

"Thank you for your help, Master!"

Xuan Ci spoke slowly, his voice gentle yet weighty:

"Good, good, good."

"Countless people have died here, and the mountains have been completely destroyed."

"Both of you are powerful immortals on land, possessing unparalleled supernatural abilities. Why harm innocent people because of a moment of anger?"

"It would be better to stop here, each take a step back, and resolve the grievances. That is the right way."

He appeared to be trying to reconcile them, but his gaze darted back and forth between Hei Huang and Qian Tian, ​​subtly weighing his options.

The Black Emperor stopped what he was doing, the black mist around him slightly dissipated, and he glanced at Xuan Ci, a mocking smile playing on his lips:

"Old monk, stop pretending to be compassionate!"

"Why weren't you here when the fight wasn't going on? Now that it's started, you're suddenly here trying to smooth things over?"

Xuan Ci's compassionate expression remained unchanged: "You flatter me, benefactor."

"I was passing through this place and saw that the killings were too great, so I came here to offer my advice."

"Heaven cherishes life. No matter how deep the grudges, they should not involve the innocent. Destroying mountains and destroying veins is truly against the harmony of Heaven."

But a hint of calculation flashed deep in his eyes.

He had actually arrived long ago, but had been observing from the shadows.

Only after seeing the heavy casualties among the cultivators did he appear to mediate.

The so-called compassionate reconciliation is nothing more than a show for outsiders.

In reality, they wanted to reap the benefits without lifting a finger, enhance the prestige of Wanfo Temple, and win over the hearts of cultivators from the Eastern Region.

Although the Black Emperor was a strange beast, it wasn't stupid. How could it not see through this hypocrisy? It immediately bared its teeth, revealing its ferocious glint.

Don't give me that!

"Today, Qian Tian broke the rules first, and he must give an explanation! If you dare to interfere, I will deal with you as well!"

Qian Tian remained silent. He was also well aware of the hypocrisy of the monks at Wanfo Temple.

He had just exchanged a few blows with the Black Emperor and found that the Black Emperor was slightly stronger than the last time they fought.

He was already frustrated by the fight, and now that Xuan Ci had come out to stop it, he was happy to go along with it.

Moreover, after calming down, seeing Qian Yuan lying on the ground barely alive, he knew that if the fight continued, his younger brother would probably not survive.

Master Xuanci's expression darkened slightly when he saw that the Black Emperor was not giving him face, but he still suppressed his anger and turned to look at Qian Tian:

"Amitabha! Your Majesty, could you please grant this humble monk some face and let the matter drop for today?"

Seeing that Xuanci had given him a way out, Qian Tian went along with it.

"In that case, I will give Master Xuanci face today."

Having said that, he took out a storage bag and threw it to the Black Emperor.

"This is the previously promised 20 million low-grade spirit stones."

The Black Emperor took the storage bag, scanned it with his divine sense to confirm it was correct, and coldly snorted:

"Hmph! This is what you promised us for the duel!"

"But you interfered in the fight without permission. How are we going to settle this score? Do you really think you can just let it go like this?"

Qian Tian frowned: "What do you want?"

"Simple." Black King extended its claws, making an outrageous demand.

"Give us another twenty million low-grade spirit stones as an apology, and this matter will be settled!"

"You...you've gone too far!" Gan was furious, his face flushed red. "Absolutely impossible!"

The Black Emperor raised its claws, and black mist rose again: "You won't give it to me? Then let's keep fighting!"

The atmosphere became tense again, and the air that had just calmed down seemed about to ignite again.

Master Xuanci stood in the middle, his compassionate smile faltering; this black dog was truly impervious to reason.

Seeing that the man and the dog were about to fight again, Xuan Ci quickly stepped in to stop them:

"Amitabha, Black Emperor, please be patient."

"Twenty million low-grade spirit stones is indeed too much. How about we each compromise?"

Black Emperor glanced at him sideways: "What? Old monk, you want to pay for him?"

Xuan Ci was speechless, and Qian Tian's face turned even more grim.

During the stalemate, Black King impatiently waved his claws:

"Enough nonsense! Twenty million! Not a penny less!"

Qian Tian's face was ashen, and his chest heaved violently.

As the emperor of the Great Qian Dynasty, when had he ever been subjected to such coercion?

But seeing the Black Emperor's unyielding stance, the dying Qian Yuan lying on the ground, and the numerous dead and wounded cultivators around him,

He knew that if he didn't agree today, things would only get worse.

But if he agrees, his reputation in Daqian will plummet!

It's a real dilemma!

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