Summoning the Gods: Start by creating the Eternal Night.

Almost at the same time, two figures flashed out from behind the tree like ghosts; it was Di Yun and Linghu Chong!

After the two had dealt with the remaining members of the Demonic Sect, they received a telepathic message from Yuan Tiangang and quietly crept up behind the Dongfang family.

The moment was ripe. Di Yun's longsword hummed and trembled, its blade flashing like lightning as it slashed straight at Li Xuanfeng's back.

Linghu Chong drew his longsword, its cold light flashing, its swordplay cunning and ruthless, blocking the remaining guards' retreat.

"not good!"

Li Xuanfeng's hair stood on end. He suddenly dodged to the side, the blade grazing his shoulder blade and spraying hot blood.

"Enemy attack!"

The guards of the Dongfang family cried out in alarm and hurriedly drew their weapons to defend themselves.

However, both Di Yun and Linghu Chong are top experts in the Nirvana Realm. They cooperate perfectly and show no mercy when they attack.

Amidst the flashing blades and the cries of agony, several guards were slain in an instant, their blood splattering the withered leaves on the ground.

Li Xuanfeng was both shocked and furious. He roared and brandished his longsword to meet Di Yun:

"You are in league with that Celestial Realm expert."

Di Yun grinned coldly, sweeping his long sword horizontally, forcing Li Xuanfeng to retreat repeatedly, and mocked:

"What, why aren't you arrogant anymore! Weren't you shouting at the Immortal Pavilion that you wanted revenge on us?"

Linghu Chong strolled leisurely through the crowd, and every time he drew his longsword, someone would fall to the ground.

He looked at the panicked state of the Dongfang family guards and a mocking smile curled at the corner of his lips: "The Dongfang family? Nothing special."

The sounds of fighting at the edge of the dense forest quickly alerted cultivators from other factions, but they merely watched coldly, with no one stepping forward to intervene.

Are you kidding me? These two just killed two guardians of the Nine Nether Demon Sect.

Moreover, it seems they are in cahoots with the Celestial Realm expert who fought Dongfang Wen.

They were all relieved that they hadn't been bewitched by the demon and attacked the two.

Who would be foolish enough to wade into this mess right now?

Upon hearing the screams behind him, Dongfang Wen, who was inside the needle array, instantly turned into a ferocious expression.

He abruptly turned his head to look at the edge of the dense forest; those people were his loyal followers.

He stared at Yuan Tiangang with eyes wide with rage.

"So those two were in cahoots with you."

Yuan Tiangang glanced at the battle situation over there, his smile growing even colder:

"Your death is imminent, and you still have time to worry about others?"

Before he finished speaking, he slammed his foot into the ground and lunged at Dongfang Wen like lightning.

The golden-red light in his palm surged once more, and the second palm strike, the Myriad Transformations Divine Palm, was already poised to be unleashed!

Yuan Tiangang stomped his feet on the ground, his figure like a golden-red lightning bolt, carrying the power to burn mountains and boil seas, rushing straight towards Dongfang Wen!

The palm of the Myriad Transformations Divine Palm shone brightly, its palm wind distorting the air and conjuring thousands of palm shadows, which pressed down on Dongfang Wen layer upon layer.

Yuan Tiangang didn't use his full strength. Having finally encountered a Celestial Realm expert, he needed to loosen up his muscles and bones.

Each palm strike contained terrifying power surpassing that of the early stages of the Celestial Realm.

The surrounding Huayang needle array hummed, and the golden-red light screen contracted.

Compress Dongfang Wen's dodge space to the extreme!

Dongfang Wen poured all the remaining spiritual energy in his body into the Panlong Spear.

The dragon pattern on the gun barrel lit up, emitting a deafening dragon roar. He gripped the gun with both hands and fiercely swept it across the sky full of palm shadows.

"Clang clang clang—"

The spear tip collided with the palm shadow, producing a deafening clang of metal against metal, sparks flying everywhere.

But the palm strikes were like a relentless tide, and Dongfang Wen felt his arms go numb from the shock, his blood surging. With each strike he blocked, the metallic taste in his throat rose a little higher.

Seeing that Dongfang Wen was already covered in wounds after only three moves, Yuan Tiangang decided not to waste any more time.

He reached out and grabbed the gun barrel, twisting his wrist sharply.

"Snap!"

A crisp snapping sound rang out, and the Panlong Spear, forged from black iron, was broken in two!

Dongfang Wen's pupils contracted sharply, and before he could react, Yuan Tiangang's palm was already pressed against his chest.

"puff--"

Dongfang Wen was struck hard and flew backward, crashing into the light screen of the Huayang Needle Array.

The light screen trembled violently, he spat out a mouthful of blood, his body slumped down, a large part of his chest caved in, and his aura instantly weakened to the extreme.

He collapsed to the ground, most of his bones shattered, barely able to move a finger. All his arrogance had vanished from his eyes, leaving only deep fear.

"No...don't kill me!"

Dongfang Wen's voice was hoarse and trembling with sobs.

"The Glass Fruit... I'll give you the Glass Fruit! Please, let me go!"

With difficulty, he raised his hand and threw the ring containing the glass fruit towards Yuan Tiangang.

"I swear! The Dongfang family will not pursue this matter any further! Nor will they retaliate against you!"

Fearing that Yuan Tiangang wouldn't believe him, he quickly added:

"My Dongfang family is a top-tier family in the Great Qian Dynasty! Our connections span the entire court and the countryside!"

"If you ever need anything in the future, the Dongfang family will certainly do everything in its power to help you!"

A cold smile curled at the corner of Yuan Tiangang's lips.

He slowly walked up to Dongfang Wen, looking down at him with an indifferent gaze devoid of any emotion.

"I want the Glass Fruit!"

"I want your life too!"

Dongfang Wen's face turned deathly pale instantly, and his whole body began to tremble violently.

Looking into Yuan Tiangang's emotionless eyes, he finally panicked, his voice sharp as a ghostly howl:

"You dare kill me?! Aren't you afraid that my entire Dongfang family will fight you to the death?!"

Yuan Tiangang was too lazy to waste any more words with him.

He raised his palm, and the golden-red light condensed once more. This time, the light was condensed to the extreme, and it even faintly revealed a trace of destructive aura.

As Dongfang Wen watched the approaching hand, his eyes were filled with despair and regret.

He hated it! He hated his nephew, Dongfang Hao, for being so arrogant and reckless on the streets of Qingzhou City, provoking such a terrifying being!

He hated himself even more! He hated himself for being blinded by greed. He could have left after the auction, but he insisted on staying here to try and steal the crystal fruit, which led to his current predicament!

Unfortunately, there's no going back.

"My Dongfang family... will never let you get away with this..."

With his last ounce of strength, Dongfang Wen roared, but before he could finish speaking, Yuan Tiangang's hand had already fallen.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud, and blood splattered everywhere.

Dongfang Wen's body exploded like a tattered sack, his soul completely scattered.

Yuan Tiangang withdrew his palm and stood up, glancing at the mangled body on the ground. He casually put the ring into his pocket and turned his gaze to the edge of the dense forest.

The fighting over there has long since ended.

Di Yun and Linghu Chong stood side by side, with the corpses of the Dongfang family guards lying at their feet. Li Xuanfeng's head rolled to the side, his eyes still filled with deep resentment.

The two men felt Yuan Tiangang's gaze and bowed slightly in greeting.

The cultivators at the edge of the dense forest, witnessing this scene, were all silent and trembling, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Dongfang Wen, who was in the Celestial Realm, died just like that?

The once all-powerful Third Master of the Dongfang family met a tragic end, his body never recovered!

Xing Xuanfeng's pupils contracted slightly, and his gaze towards Yuan Tiangang held a deep sense of apprehension.

Xing Luoyao sighed softly and said in a low voice, "Next, a storm will be stirred up in the Eastern Region."