Summoning the Gods: Start by creating the Eternal Night.

"Boom!"

The ground suddenly exploded, and a gray figure screamed as it was blasted out of the earth—it was Tu Xinghou.

He was dressed in rags, with black blood at the corner of his mouth, clearly badly injured by the barrage of attacks from the crowd, and his aura was weak and listless.

Before Tu Xinghou could land, the man in black appeared before him like a ghost, reached out and grabbed his neck, lifting him up.

"Uh..." Tu Xinghou was choked and had difficulty breathing. His face turned red, and his limbs struggled futilely in the air, his eyes filled with fear.

"Spare...spare my life...senior...I'm willing to offer the Glass Fruit...please spare my life..."

He struggled to squeeze out words of pleading, his voice hoarse and broken.

The man in black remained completely unfazed, his eyes as cold as ice.

For him, whether to kill or not to kill a rogue cultivator like Tu Xinghou was merely a matter of a single thought.

"It's too late."

He applied slight pressure with his fingertips.

"Snap!"

A crisp cracking sound rang out, and Tu Xinghou's struggles abruptly ceased. His head slumped limply, and the light in his eyes went out completely.

The man in black casually tossed Tu Xinghou's corpse to the ground, his gaze falling on the severed arm. With a flick of his finger, the ring flew into his hand.

He probed with his divine sense and sensed the pure aura of the glass fruit inside. A satisfied smile finally appeared on his lips.

"The man in black whispered."

"The Glass Fruit will ultimately belong to the Dongfang family."

He surveyed his surroundings, unleashing the oppressive aura of a nascent Celestial Being once more. "Who else dares to defy me?"

Everyone fell silent, trembling with fear. Who would dare to utter a single word of "no" in front of a Celestial Realm expert?

The cultivators who had just wanted to snatch it now wished they could disappear into the ground and didn't even dare to raise their heads.

Di Yun and Linghu Chong exchanged a glance, both seeing seriousness in each other's eyes; this turn of events far exceeded their expectations.

With their current strength, they simply cannot contend with those at the Celestial Realm.

Just then, a chilling voice came from the sky above the dense forest:

"What a majestic presence Third Master Dongfang has!"

As the voice rang out, a figure slowly stepped out; it was Yuan Tiangang.

"Third Master Dongfang?!"

These four words resounded like thunder in the dense forest, causing everyone's expressions to change drastically as they all turned to look at the man in black.

Who would have thought that it was Dongfang Wen, the third master of the Dongfang family, who had been watching the battle with everyone just now!

Dongfang Wen's pupils suddenly contracted, and the composure on his face instantly froze.

He stared intently at Yuan Tiangang, who was walking slowly towards him, and the spiritual light around him suddenly surged.

The oppressive aura of the early-stage Celestial Realm surged towards the opponent like a tidal wave:

"Who are you? What is your purpose in showing yourself at this time?"

He meticulously planned this treasure hunt, concealing his identity and blending into the crowd of spectators, all to seize the Glass Fruit without anyone noticing.

Using this rare fruit to cultivate loyal subordinates would not only enhance the strength of the Dongfang family, but also prevent them from offending the imperial court and the Demonic Sect by seizing treasures.

But now, Yuan Tiangang's words have exposed his identity, and all his schemes have come to naught!

Yuan Tiangang stood with his hands behind his back, his black robe fluttering in the wind, and he actually withstood the pressure from Dongfang Wen.

A cold smile played on his lips, and his voice carried a hint of mockery:

"Why ask a question that you already know the answer to, Third Master Dongfang?"

"You weren't this furious when you were hiding in the crowd watching Jiu Mo and the others fight."

Before he finished speaking, Yuan Tiangang gently raised his right hand.

In an instant, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth surged wildly, and an invisible barrier suddenly enveloped the entire area, effectively blocking Dongfang Wen's celestial pressure from the outside!

Those cultivators who had been struggling to breathe immediately breathed a sigh of relief, their eyes filled with shock as they looked at Yuan Tiangang.

Being able to directly withstand the pressure of an early-stage Celestial Being, Yuan Tiangang's strength is probably no less than Dongfang Wen's!

Dongfang Wen's expression darkened completely. He could sense the unfathomable aura emanating from Yuan Tiangang, and a sense of apprehension arose in his heart.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

"The Glass Fruit is now mine. If you know what's good for you, leave now, and I can pretend nothing happened."

"Pretend nothing happened?"

Yuan Tiangang smiled contemptuously, as if he had heard the funniest joke.

"Hehe, Third Master Dongfang, have you forgotten that you went to the Immortal Inquiry Pavilion to look for us before?"

Upon hearing this, Dongfang Wen's pupils contracted sharply.

He suddenly looked at Yuan Tiangang, his gaze sharp as a knife, his tone filled with overwhelming killing intent:

"You...you're the murderer of my nephew?!"

"Your nephew?"

Yuan Tiangang raised an eyebrow, his smile suddenly turning icy cold.

"That idiot Dongfang Hao openly provoked my young master on the streets of Qingzhou City; he deserved to die!"

He took a step forward, his black robes fluttering wildly, his voice like icy ice crashing down.

"But your Dongfang family should never have dared to provoke us again!"

"If it weren't for the Immortal Inquiry Pavilion last time, do you think you'd still be standing here like this?"

Before he finished speaking, an aura several times stronger than Dongfang Wen's suddenly erupted from Yuan Tiangang's body!

That was the oppressive aura of a late-stage Celestial Being!

As if an ancient sacred mountain had suddenly descended, the air in the entire dense forest instantly froze, the ground cracked inch by inch, and the withered leaves were shaken into dust!

"Late-stage Celestial Being?!"

Dongfang Wen's expression changed drastically, and for the first time, horror appeared in his eyes.

He never imagined that the person in front of him was actually a master in the late stage of the Celestial Realm!

The surrounding cultivators, seeing that a battle between celestial beings was about to erupt, were already terrified and dared not linger.

"Run! Run farther! The aftershocks of the war between the celestials and humans are beyond your ability to withstand!"

An elder of the Xuanqing Taoist sect shouted, and everyone reacted like startled birds.

They fled frantically towards the edge of the dense forest, fearing they would be caught in the aftermath of the two men's battle and end up being smashed to pieces.

Di Yun and Linghu Chong exchanged a glance, then retreated dozens of feet without hesitation, staring intently at the scene, not daring to even breathe loudly.

"Alright, enough chit-chat."

Yuan Tiangang's voice was as cold as frost. His spiritual energy surged wildly, and golden-red light condensed in his palm.

"Since you've provoked us, you shall die today!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of wind rose from his palm!

Yuan Tiangang swung his right arm in a wide arc, unleashing terrifying power at the late stage of the Celestial Realm.

"Myriad Transformations Divine Palm"

With the force to burn mountains and boil seas, it slammed down fiercely towards Dongfang Wen!

Before the palm strike even arrived, the scorching heat wave distorted the air, instantly turning the pebbles and weeds on the ground into ashes.

A palm print several meters long descended like divine punishment!

"not good."

Dongfang Wen's eyes were bloodshot with rage; at this critical moment of life and death...

He unleashed his full potential, his aura surging to its peak, and a jet-black spear instantly materialized in his hand.

The gun barrel is adorned with dragon patterns, exuding a chilling aura of killing intent.

"Dragon Spear!"

"Break it!"

Dongfang Wen roared, sweeping his spear horizontally. The spear tip tore through the air, creating a black streak, and slammed into the golden-red palm print!

"Boom—!"

The instant palm collided with the gun, a deafening roar erupted, and a terrifying shockwave spread out like a tsunami.

Trees within a radius of a hundred feet snapped in an instant, and a deep trench was plowed into the ground!

The slower cultivators were instantly vaporized.