Summoning the Gods: Start by creating the Eternal Night.

Indra looked at the Right Protector, whose body was mostly frozen, and spoke with a hint of mockery:

"What? Now you're scared?"

"I still prefer your arrogant demeanor from just now."

The Right Protector gritted his teeth and desperately circulated his spiritual energy to dispel the cold energy within his body.

Seeing that Indra was about to attack again, he quickly roared to stop him:

"Wait! I apologize! I apologize for my rudeness just now!"

He was breathing heavily, a fawning smile forced across his face:

"To be frank, I am the Right Protector of the Netherworld Palace in Central Continent. I have come here on the orders of the Palace Master to discuss cooperation with your esteemed forces!"

Upon hearing this, Indra's lips curled into a cold smile beneath his ice-carved mask.

He remembered that Li Wujiu's message clearly stated that this guy was here to recruit him, so how did it suddenly become a "cooperation"?

"Oh?" He deliberately dragged out his words, letting out a sneer.

"Ha! That's not what you said before."

"Didn't you want Sin City to submit to the Netherworld Palace? Why are you changing your mind and agreeing to cooperate now?"

The Right Protector's forehead was sweating, and he forced a fawning smile while repeatedly explaining:

"It's a misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding!"

"My previous statement was a slip of the tongue. My lord does indeed intend to form an alliance with your esteemed faction to promote mutual development!"

In reality, he cursed Indra a thousand times in his heart and was plotting:

"Keep this madman calm for now. Once I escape, I'll bring the experts from the Netherworld Palace to raze your Youzhou to the ground!"

"Alright, enough with the nonsense."

Indra was too lazy to listen to his lies; the killing intent in his eyes remained undiminished, and the chill emanating from his body intensified.

"Whether you're from the Underworld Palace or some random nobody, if you dare to cause trouble on my Underworld territory, you'll have to leave your life behind!"

"Emperor's Thorn!"

An ice spike materialized from his fingertip and shot towards the right protector's head with lightning speed.

The Right Protector's pupils constricted sharply. He hadn't expected the other party to show no respect for the Netherworld Palace and attack without warning.

In a hurry, he quickly gathered a spiritual energy shield and retreated rapidly.

"Bang!"

The ice spike struck the shield with a crisp sound, and the shield shattered.

Although the Right Protector barely dodged the fatal blow, he was so shaken that his blood and qi surged, and he vomited blood repeatedly.

Upon seeing this, Indra flickered and unleashed the "Soaring to Immortality Step".

His footwork was mysterious; in an instant, he traversed several meters and appeared before the Right Protector.

The speed was so fast that even the air didn't have time to make a sound.

"Snow Blood Claw!"

A claw shadow, flashing with a cold light, reached for the right protector's chest.

Where the wind blows, the cold is biting and freezing to the bone.

"what!"

The Right Protector let out a miserable scream.

His chest was instantly covered in blood and flesh, with a layer of white frost forming at the wound, freezing the blood and revealing his stark white sternum.

No longer daring to linger in the fight, he endured the excruciating pain, turned around, and fled into the distance.

"Hmph! Trying to run away?" Di Shitian laughed.

He used "Soaring to Immortality Steps" again, instantly blocking his way.

The Right Protector abruptly stopped in his tracks, staring at the ghostly figure before him, his eyes filled with terror.

This person's movements were too fast, and several times the opponent easily got close, causing him to suffer great losses. He was simply impossible to fight!

"You can't kill me!"

He roared, his voice a mixture of bravado and cowardice.

"I am the Right Protector of the Netherworld Palace! Kill me, and the Netherworld Palace will never let you go!"

"Let me go, and I will never set foot in Youzhou again."

Furthermore, after I return, I will petition the Lord of the Underworld to maintain an eternal alliance with you. What do you say?

Indra narrowed his eyes, his tone icy:

"My underworld doesn't need anyone to befriend it."

"Furthermore, I don't like the name 'Netherworld Palace'."

"Die!"

"All swords return to their origin!"

He raised his hand and waved it, and countless illusory ice swords appeared in the void, densely packed.

Swish! Swish! Swish…!

With an overwhelming and pervasive force, it swept towards the Right Protector.

Upon seeing this, the Right Protector panicked completely and began to curse loudly:

"Yun Feiyang! What the hell are you hiding for?"

"If you don't come out to save me, once I'm dead, your Yunlan Sect won't have an easy time either!"

"Snap!"

Before he could finish speaking, the void beside him suddenly split open.

An elderly man with white hair, dressed in a star-patterned robe, stepped out of the air. He was none other than Yun Feiyang, the Supreme Elder of the Yunlan Sect.

Yun Feiyang was obviously nearby all along, but he had been observing.

Seeing that the Right Protector was truly about to lose his life, he had no choice but to reveal himself.

It turned out that the Right Protector had secretly sent a message to Yun Feiyang for help as soon as he realized he was outmatched.

It just so happened that Yun Feiyang was already on his way, which is why he arrived so quickly.

Yun Feiyang raised his hand and waved it, and a giant wall of wind rose from the ground: "Wind Wall!"

Bang bang bang!

The sword shadows struck the wind wall, producing a series of loud bangs.

Yun Feiyang raised an eyebrow; the power of this group of swords was actually several times stronger than he had expected.

The wind barrier was showing signs of crumbling, so he dared not be careless and quickly formed hand seals:

"The Great Wind Handprint!"

A handprint of energy, several meters high, condensed and, with overwhelming force, collided head-on with the remaining sword shadows.

"boom!"

The two forces collided, and the aftershocks spread in all directions, causing the clouds to dissipate.

Di Shitian was not surprised to see Yun Feiyang suddenly appear, because he had already sensed someone lurking in the shadows.

He hadn't expected his opponent to be at the peak of the Land Immortal realm, but he showed no fear on his face; instead, his fighting spirit intensified.

Yun Feiyang was also sizing up Di Shitian, and saw that the other party was only at the late stage of a terrestrial immortal.

He was secretly astonished that the Right Protector, who was of the same rank, had been beaten into such a state.

Especially that sword technique just now, its power has subtly surpassed the realm.

"Fellow Daoist," Yun Feiyang said, cupping his hands in greeting.

"I am Yun Feiyang of the Yunlan Sect. Could you please, for my sake, let this matter rest?"

Di Shitian scoffed: "We are not related or acquainted, so why should I give you face?"

"He injured and killed people in my City of Sin, and you think you can just let him go? Where does that leave the reputation of the Underworld?"

Yun Feiyang frowned slightly. Hearing the other party mention "Netherworld," he figured it was the behind-the-scenes force controlling Youzhou, but he'd never heard of that name before.

However, he didn't think too much about it, after all, over countless ages, there have been many hidden forces.

Although he had submitted to the Netherworld Palace, he was unwilling to easily offend a powerful figure capable of challenging opponents of a higher level.

In particular, the underworld behind the other party may be a hidden force.

If we really make enemies and take our anger out on the Yunlan Sect, it will be a losing proposition.

Seeing that Yun Feiyang hadn't made a move for a long time and was only babbling on, the Right Protector was getting increasingly anxious.

"Yun Feiyang! Why waste words with him? Kill him! I want him torn to pieces!"

He was terrified of Di Shitian and now only wanted Yun Feiyang to kill him.

Yun Feiyang ignored the Right Protector and patiently advised Di Shitian,

"Fellow Daoist! Forgive others when you can."

"If you really kill him, the Netherworld Palace will not let it go, and the entire Youzhou may suffer."

"Suffering?" A cold glint flashed in Di Shitian's eyes.

"We in the Underworld are never afraid of trouble!"

"Enough with the nonsense. If you want to take him away, you'll have to see if you have the ability."

"Emperor's Heavenly Thunder!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and summoned heavenly lightning, a ball of purplish-black lightning condensing in his palm.

The lightning ball flew out of his hand, carrying the power to burn mountains and boil seas, heading straight for Yun Feiyang.

Seeing that the other party was refusing to listen to reason and was about to be forced to drink a penalty cup, Yun Feiyang also dropped his last bit of politeness.

"Since you insist, fellow Daoist, then this old man will gladly accept your challenge!"

He looked up at the sky, drawing in the sunlight:

"The Ultimate Wind - Sunset's Radiance!"

A blinding sword light condensed, as dazzling as the blazing sun, carrying an overwhelming sword aura, and headed towards the lightning ball.

Thunder and sword clashed violently in the void.

"Boom—!"

A deafening roar echoed throughout Youzhou, thunder roared, and sword energy flew everywhere.

The terrifying aftershocks of energy spread out like a tsunami.