Summoning the Gods: Start by creating the Eternal Night.

The two sides stood facing each other, their auras clashing, making the surrounding air seem to freeze.

The Demon Protector, seeing the sudden appearance of the Shadow Guard Right Envoy, showed no panic whatsoever; instead, his laughter grew even more rampant.

"Xiao Yan! Today, our Demonic Sect will take this Glazed Fruit!"

Before he finished speaking, Jiu Mo suddenly sprang up, his aura at the peak of Nirvana spreading out, his black robes fluttering wildly.

A dense mass of black demonic energy condensed in his palm, like a black hole ready to devour its prey, and slammed down towards Xiao Yan's head.

"Demon Flame Palm!"

Xiao Yan was prepared; his black brocade robe billowed as he unleashed his peak Nirvana-level spiritual power without reservation.

Golden light shone like the dawn breaking through the sun. He met the attack with a palm strike, the powerful palm wind tearing through the air and producing a piercing explosion.

"Qianyang Breaks the Demon Palm!"

The golden and black palm strikes collided with a deafening roar, and a terrifying shockwave spread outwards from the two of them.

The surrounding trees were instantly shaken and snapped in half, with broken branches and leaves flying everywhere.

Both Xiao Yan and Jiu Mo were forced to retreat hundreds of meters, neither gaining the upper hand!

Almost simultaneously, the Demon King smiled sinisterly, his figure transforming into a black shadow as he pounced towards the Right Envoy of the Shadow Guard.

His ten fingers were like hooks, and dark green poison gas swirled around his fingertips. Wherever he passed, the grass and trees withered instantly.

"Rotting Bone Claw!"

The Right Envoy of the Shadow Guard's eyes sharpened, and he drew his silver spear, its tip gleaming coldly, as he thrust it towards the Demon's claws.

The spear tip clashed with the claws, sparks flying. He used the force to retreat half a step, his silver spear flashing as it created a flurry of spear shadows.

They blocked all of the demon's attacks.

"kill!"

The two sides clashed instantly.

Four Void Realm experts from the Great Qian Dynasty faced off against four Void Realm experts from the Demonic Sect.

The sounds of spiritual energy clashing rose and fell, and the flashes of swords and blades never ceased.

A powerful expert from the imperial court, possessing the Void Realm cultivation level, swung his sword, unleashing a dazzling sword beam.

The powerful member of the Demonic Sect then summoned a black shield, and the sword light struck the shield.

With a loud clang, cracks instantly appeared all over the shield.

On the other side, thirteen Grandmasters fought against ten Grandmasters, resulting in a fierce and chaotic battle.

The muffled thuds of fists and feet colliding, the crisp sounds of weapons clashing, and screams of agony mingled together.

Blood splattered on the withered yellow leaves, blooming into shocking red flowers.

Deep in the dense forest, Di Yun and Linghu Chong held their breath and lay in the shadows.

The two exchanged a glance, both seeing a burning desire for battle in each other's eyes—the scale of this battle was even more intense than they had anticipated.

Linghu Chong gripped the long sword at his waist, his fingertips turning slightly white, while Di Yun gently shook his head, signaling him to remain calm and wait for the best opportunity.

Then the battle in the dense forest was so loud and chaotic.

On the outskirts of the dense forest, several figures quietly emerged, all of them members of powerful forces who had just participated in the auction and were still not far away.

The group led by Zhong Xiang, the second elder of the Qingyun Sect, and the group led by Yao Xing, the second elder of the Xuanming Sect, arrived one after the other!

Dongfang Wen, the third master of the Dongfang family, dressed in brocade, gently waved his folding fan and followed Li Xuanfeng into the dense forest.

Before the group arrived, a slender figure had already concealed herself in the void above; it was Xing Luoyao.

She was dressed in purple, her face veiled, and her beautiful eyes sparkled with curiosity.

Like watching a play, they took in the entire battlefield and everyone present.

Yao Xing first glanced at the two sides who were fighting fiercely.

His gaze then shifted, landing precisely on Zhong Xiang, who stood with his hands behind his back not far away.

A mocking smile curled at the corner of his lips as he yelled at the top of his lungs:

"Oh, isn't this Old Man Zhong from the Qingyun Sect?"

"What's wrong? Didn't manage to snag any treasures at the auction, so you're here hoping to fish in troubled waters and pick up some bargains?"

Upon hearing this, Zhong Xiang's face instantly darkened. He turned and glared fiercely at Yao Xing, coldly snorting:

"Yao Haozi, is this all the people from your Xuanming Sect are capable of?"

"Instead of going back to lick your cult leader's boots, you're here watching the show. Be careful you don't get splattered with blood and stain your black fur robe!"

"Hey, I have such a bad temper!"

Yao Xing immediately jumped up, rolled up his sleeves, and tried to move forward.

"Old man Zhong, are you looking for a beating? You really think I'm afraid of you?"

"Believe it or not, I'll tear those old bones out of you right now and feed them to the dogs!"

"Come on! Who's afraid of who!"

Zhong Xiang also had a fiery temper. A flash of azure light appeared around him, and his spiritual power surged instantly.

"Today I'll teach you a lesson on behalf of your parents, you ill-mannered brat!"

The two were on the verge of fighting, but their own followers who had come with them tried to dissuade them from doing so.

"Elder, please calm down. There are many powerful figures here."

Zhong Xiang and Yao Xing both paused, exchanged a glance, and each let out a cold snort.

They reluctantly withdrew their spiritual power, but still glared at each other, neither willing to back down an inch.

The feud between the Qingyun Sect and the Xuanming Sect has a long history; wherever they go, people from both sides dislike each other.

They often resort to violence at the slightest disagreement. As a result, neither of them has been able to gain the upper hand over the years!

Seeing that the Qingyun Sect and the Xuanming Sect had not started fighting, Dongfang Wen smiled faintly.

Those watching the battle each had their own thoughts, their eyes fixed on the carnage in the center of the battlefield.

After another incense stick's time, the situation on the field gradually became clear.

At this moment, Li Xuanfeng, standing beside Dongfang Wen, watched as the forces of the Daqian Dynasty gradually lost ground.

A Void Realm expert had his arm severed by the Demonic Sect members and was sent flying backward with a scream.

The Grandmaster had lost three of his men, and his brows furrowed slightly.

He leaned closer to Dongfang Wen and lowered his voice:

"Third Master, Prime Minister Xiao is a high-ranking official of the Great Qian Dynasty, and he is now in grave danger."

"As subjects of the Great Qian Dynasty, shouldn't our Dongfang family lend a hand?"

"If Prime Minister Xiao were to perish here, and the court knew we were there but did not help, they would likely not let the matter rest."

As soon as he finished speaking, Dongfang Wen's folding fan snapped shut with a "whoosh."

"idiot!"

Dongfang Wen's voice was extremely low, carrying a strong reprimanding tone, full of disappointment and frustration.

"Have you lost your mind, you old bastard?"

"Help? How can we help? Didn't you see that both the Demon King and the Demon Lord over there are protectors of the Demonic Sect?"

"If our Dongfang family gets involved, wouldn't that be like lambs to the slaughter, courting death?"

He paused, his cold gaze fixed on Li Xuanfeng, and then said:

"Go for yourself, don't drag the entire Dongfang family down with you!"

"Those people from the Nine Nether Demon Sect are all ruthless killers who don't blink an eye and are extremely vengeful."

"If you help Xiao Yan today, the Demonic Sect will be able to dig up my Dongfang family's ancestral graves tomorrow!"

"Only a fool would do something that loses money!"

Li Xuanfeng's face turned red from the scolding, and he lowered his head, not daring to utter another word.

He could only look at the battlefield with resentment, but he still felt a little uneasy.

The fighting deep in the forest grew increasingly fierce, but no one noticed.

A streak of light was quietly approaching; it was Yuan Tiangang, who had been tracking the Dongfang family.