Summoning the Gods: Start by creating the Eternal Night.

Qian Xuan inwardly groaned. Had he known that Xiyu Tower had such a terrifying expert, he would never have come here rashly.

But there was no escaping it now; he could only grit his teeth and mobilize all his spiritual power.

With both palms extended simultaneously, a dragon's roar resounded as the "Qianlong Palm" fiercely met the attack.

"Bang!"

The two palm strikes collided, causing the void to tremble.

Qian Xuan felt a surge of brute force coming from his palm, and his arm went numb.

He staggered back dozens of steps, his chest tight and unable to breathe.

Before he could even catch his breath, the Fiery Cloud Evil God had already flashed in front of him, moving so fast that he was just a blur.

"Domineering Legs!"

A leg swung over, the wind from which scraped my face and stung.

Qian Xuan hurriedly crossed his arms to block in front of him.

"Bang!"

"Click~"

With a sharp crack, the bone broke.

Qian Xuan was sent flying hundreds of meters away, crashing heavily into the void.

His arms were shaking uncontrollably, and his face turned pale with pain.

"Such domineering strength..." He was both shocked and angry.

The Fire Cloud Evil God shook his head at his disheveled appearance, his gaze no different from that of someone looking at an ant:

"Tsk, too weak."

"It's not even enough to warm me up; there's not a shred of fun in it."

Qian Xuan's face turned bright red with anger at these words.

He was, after all, the founding emperor of the Great Qian Dynasty, a peak terrestrial immortal. When had he ever been looked down upon like this?

Just as he was about to speak, the Fiery Cloud Evil God in front of him suddenly turned into a cloud of blood mist and disappeared.

Where are they?

Qian Xuan's heart tightened, and he immediately spread out his divine sense, but the void was empty and he could not capture anything.

"Did they leave?"

He had just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the mocking voice of the Fiery Cloud Evil God behind him:

"Are you looking for me?"

Qian Xuan's expression changed drastically, and he turned around abruptly, but it was too late.

"Arhat Divine Fist!"

The Fire Cloud Evil God's fist had already slammed into his back.

"Pfft~"

Qian Xuan spat out a mouthful of blood, his whole body tumbling forward in the void, his internal organs feeling as if they had shifted, and he was in excruciating pain.

Before he could even struggle to get up, the Fire Cloud Evil God reappeared in front of him and kicked him back.

After that, Qian Xuan was completely powerless to fight back.

The Fire Cloud Evil God kicked him back and forth in the void like a football.

He didn't even have a chance to steady himself and could only passively take the beating.

He felt so frustrated that he wanted to shout out loud. He, a peak terrestrial immortal, was like a three-year-old child in the hands of the other party.

"No, we have to run. We'll settle this score later."

Having made up his mind, Qian Xuan seized the opportunity while being kicked away and suddenly unleashed his full spiritual power.

He steadied himself, turned around and fled into the void, not daring to look back, wanting only to get as far away from this madman as possible.

The Fiery Cloud Evil God watched his hastily fleeing figure and let out a few eerie laughs:

"Hehehe, little mouse, trying to run away? Then I'll give you a ten-second head start."

"You'd better run far away, or else... hehehehe."

Before he could finish speaking, the fierceness in his tone sent a chill down Qian Xuan's spine, who had already run quite a distance, and he ran even faster.

Ten seconds later, the figure of the Fire Cloud Evil God merged into the blood mist and disappeared without a trace.

When he reappeared, he was already standing in front of Qian Xuan's escape route.

Qian Xuan's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. He had run for his life, so how could the other party catch up so easily?

He quickly changed direction and continued to flee.

But then the figure of the Fire Cloud Evil God appeared in front of him again.

He tried to escape from several directions, but the Fire Cloud Evil God always stood in his way.

Qian Xuan's composure completely collapsed, and he roared to the sky, "Ah~ Ancestor, I'll fight you to the death!"

He suddenly activated the Great Qian Dynasty's inherited cultivation technique, the "Qianlong Technique," and began to burn the dragon energy within his body.

"True Dragon Transformation!"

Golden dragon energy enveloped his entire body, and his form subtly transformed into a five-clawed golden dragon.

The dragon scales shimmered, and the dragon's roar resounded through the sky, shaking the very void.

"Ugh!"

The golden dragon roared and charged toward the Fiery Cloud Evil God.

Fire Cloud Evil God sneered: "A mere trick!"

Then he rose higher and raised his right hand!

"The Great Seal of the Tathagata!"

A large swastika seal, imbued with Buddhist light and murderous intent, struck towards Qian Xuan, who had transformed into a phantom of a true dragon.

"boom!"

Qianxuan's true dragon phantom was directly shattered.

"puff!"

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, leaving a deep swastika-shaped wound on his chest.

Blood kept flowing out, and his body was covered with cracks, like a porcelain bottle about to shatter, as he was sent flying backward.

The Fiery Cloud Evil God completely lost interest in Qian Yuan, and in a flash appeared beside him, gathering spiritual power at his fingertips:

"The Bodhidharma Finger!"

A black light shot straight into Qian Xuan's heart.

"Royal Secret Technique - Dragon Shield!"

Qian Xuan was terrified, knowing he couldn't escape, and hurriedly mobilized his remaining spiritual power.

A golden shield covered with dragon patterns materialized in front of him.

"Snap!"

With a flick of his finger, cracks instantly spread across the shield.

"Bang!"

The shield shattered.

"Wow!"

Qian Xuan spat out another mouthful of black blood, the residual force of his finger strikes exacerbating the cracks in his body.

He was utterly terrified and weakly begged for mercy: "Fellow Daoist...please don't kill me."

"I am the ancestor of the Great Qian Dynasty. If you spare my life, I can give you spirit stones, resources, and beautiful women."

"Let bygones be bygones, and from now on our two factions can cooperate closely... What do you say?"

"Hehehe." The Fire Cloud Evil God grinned.

"No matter what. Anyone who offends my Fine Rain Pavilion will only meet one end—death!"

"Mighty Vajra Claw!"

A giant, phantom claw shrouded in black mist reached out to grab Qian Xuan.

Qian Xuan was completely powerless to resist and could only close his eyes in resentment, waiting for death.

Just as the claw shadow was about to crush his head, a cold shout rang out:

"stop!"

An old man dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe appeared out of thin air beside Qian Xuan, and with a wave of his hand, he erected a wall of spiritual energy.

Bang!

The black claw-like shadow slammed into the wall, instantly covering the spiritual energy barrier with spiderweb-like cracks, barely managing to block the attack.

The old man groaned, his wrist trembling slightly.

The newcomer was none other than the pillar of the Great Qian Dynasty, Emperor Taizu Qianlong.

During his seclusion, he noticed that Qianxuan's life fire had suddenly weakened, and he knew something was wrong.

Ignoring the possibility of failure, they forced their way out of the pass and rushed over.

Qian Xuan realized the attack hadn't landed on him, opened his eyes, and saw the person standing in front of him.

A flicker of relief and joy flashed in his eyes as he weakly called out:

"Emperor Taizu..."

Then I couldn't hold on any longer and fainted.

Looking at the unconscious Qian Xuan, Qian Long felt a wave of fear. If he had been a step later, Qian Xuan would probably be dead.

Qianlong looked up and stared intently at the Fire Cloud Evil God, his hands clenched tightly beneath his sleeves.

"You are being far too aggressive."

The Fiery Cloud Evil God withdrew his hand, raised his eyes to examine Qianlong, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth beneath the mask:

"Oh? You're much better than him."

Qianlong also sized up the Fire Cloud Evil God opposite him.

No wonder Qian Xuan almost died at the hands of the other party; even he could sense a trace of danger from the other party.

However, Qian Xuan was seriously injured and on the verge of death. If he was not treated soon, he might not be able to hold on for long.

Qianlong had no intention of fighting the Fire Cloud Evil God, and prepared to leave as soon as he mentioned Qianxuan.

"I, Daqian, have taken note of today's events and will certainly pay you a visit another day!"

He raised his hand as if to tear open space.

"No need to reschedule!" The Fire Cloud Evil God flashed and blocked their path.

"Since you're here, don't leave!"