Summoning the Gods: Start by creating the Eternal Night.

The crimson demonic light in Blood Fiend's palm burned even more intensely.

Like a flickering will-o'-the-wisp, it crashed down on Yuan Tiangang.

Wherever the demonic light passed, the air sizzled and crackled, and even the bluestone on the ground turned black.

"Blood Demon's Palm"

"Hmph! A mere trick."

Yuan Tiangang snorted coldly, his body remaining still as he raised his hand and formed a sword shape with his fingers, a faint golden light swirling around his fingertips—the starting stance of the "Huayang Needle".

Dozens of fine silver needles shot out from the sleeve, weaving into a golden net of light in the air, precisely meeting the crimson demonic light.

Two streaks of light, one golden and one red, collided in mid-air. The silver needles, like maggots clinging to a bone, pierced the demonic light, disintegrating the domineering demonic energy inch by inch.

The remaining energy grazed the hem of Xue Sha's clothes and blasted the artificial mountain behind him to pieces.

"What?"

Blood Fiend's pupils shrank sharply, and the arrogance on his face froze instantly.

He never expected that his angry attack would be so easily neutralized by the opponent's needle technique.

Yuan Tiangang moved swiftly, closing in on the other side, his fingertips unleashing a myriad of unpredictable "Huayang Needle Techniques."

Sometimes it's like a light drizzle soaking your clothes, and sometimes the silver needles are as dense as stars, sealing off the major acupoints of the body with blood and evil energy;

Sometimes, like a thunderclap breaking through the sky, a silver needle, carrying immense righteous energy, strikes straight at the vital point.

Each silver needle was imbued with a powerful aura that specifically countered demonic energy, forcing the Blood Fiend to retreat repeatedly, leaving him only able to parry with his palm in haste.

"So what if you're in the mid-stage of the Celestial Realm?"

Yuan Tiangang's voice pierced through the demonic energy, carrying a chilling sarcasm.

"You're no match for me."

He suddenly took a step forward, his body radiating golden light, and thrust out with both palms.

"Myriad Transformations Palm"

The palm strike, initially like a gentle breeze rustling willows, instantly transforms into a towering wave, containing endless variations.

Whether as fierce as thunder or as supple as flowing water, it forcefully suppressed the demonic energy of the Blood Fiend.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Their palm prints clashed repeatedly. Xue Sha felt that the opponent's palm force was sometimes as heavy as Mount Tai, and sometimes as light as a feather.

With no leverage, each collision caused his blood to surge, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

After only a few rounds, Blood Fiend was already at a disadvantage, trapped in the center by the energy of the "Myriad Transformations Divine Palm" and powerless to fight back.

On the other side, Di Yun was fighting against the corrupt poison.

The Corrupt Guardian, shrouded in green mist, unleashed the "Corrupt Bone Claw," his hands forming claws. Each swing carried a pungent, fishy stench, causing the ground vegetation to wither upon contact.

"You little brat, how dare you kill my Demonic Sect's protector! Today I'll let you taste the agony of ten thousand poisons gnawing at your heart!"

Di Yun, however, did not care at all. The internal energy of the Divine Illumination Scripture circulated throughout his body, and his protective aura shone with golden light, repelling the poisonous mist as soon as it approached.

He twirled his longsword, creating a series of sword flowers, and unleashed the "Meteor Chasing the Moon" move from the "Liancheng Sword Technique".

The sword strikes were as sharp as lightning, each move aimed directly at the vital points of the Corrupting Poison, forcing it to retreat continuously. The face within the green mist grew increasingly grim.

"Your protective aura... can actually defend against poison?"

"A trivial skill!"

Di Yun's swordplay intensified, unleashing the "Liancheng Sword Technique's" deadly move, "Qi Piercing the Rainbow," the sword light flashing like a bolt of lightning.

Fu Du dared not be careless and hurriedly dodged to the side, but he was still a step too slow. The sword light swept past and cut a deep wound on his shoulder that revealed the bone.

Blood gushed from the wound, but in an instant it turned dark green, and the poisonous gas it emitted was so strong that even he himself could hardly bear it.

"Damn it!"

"Poison Dragon Claw"

The venomous creature roared repeatedly, and a poisonous claw materialized in its palm, which it frantically clawed at Di Yun.

Di Yun's swordsmanship was agile, responding to every move with lightning speed; his sword flashed in the air.

The clanging of metal against metal filled the air as the two fought fiercely, neither gaining the upper hand.

On the other side, Linghu Chong faced off against the Mad Lord.

The madman, wielding a spiked club, brought it down with tremendous force, the club carrying a whistling wind as if to smash a hole in the earth.

"Boy, prepare to die!"

Linghu Chong moved with the grace of a leaf in the wind, unleashing the "Spear-Breaking Style" from the Dugu Nine Swords.

Barely dodging the blow, the spiked club slammed into the ground, shattering the stone slabs and sending dust billowing up.

"What brute force!"

Linghu Chong praised him, but his longsword showed no mercy; his swordplay was cunning and fierce, each move aimed directly at the Mad Lord's vitals.

This is the essence of the "Nine Swords of Dugu"—"No moves are better than moves".

Although the Mad Lord possessed immense strength, his movements were clumsy. He was forced into a frantic state by Linghu Chong's swordsmanship and could only wield his spiked club to parry the attacks in a sorry state.

"Damn it! You coward, if you've got the guts, fight me head-on!"

The madman roared repeatedly, but he could never touch the hem of Linghu Chong's clothes.

The fighting around the square had reached a fever pitch.

Jingxinmo waved his bone fan and fully activated the "Mind Bewitching Technique." The demon sect disciples and the Lin family elders were seen with glazed eyes, like madmen, hacking and slashing at each other, with screams rising and falling.

"Oh dear, this drama of infighting is truly endlessly entertaining."

With a flick of his finger, a wisp of soul power shot into the brow of a Lin family elder. The elder's eyes immediately turned bloodshot, and he raised his sword to slash at the demonic sect disciple beside him.

Yelü Tabuyan unleashed his "Indestructible Vajra Body," charging around like a humanoid chariot, his fan-sized fists unleashing the "Stone-Splitting Fist," shattering bones and tendons with every strike.

Yelüta Buhua moved with agility, unleashing a "Whirlwind Kick," her skirt billowing as her leg shadow moved like a wheel.

Several demonic sect disciples were kicked backwards and sent flying, crashing into the wall, their fates unknown.

The two worked together seamlessly and soon wiped out the demonic cultivators and Lin family members on the periphery.

At the gate of the mansion, Jing Ke had only one target—Lin Hansheng.

Seeing that things were not going well, Lin Hansheng turned around and tried to escape, but Jing Ke blocked his way like a shadow.

Jing Ke unleashed his "Thirteen Heaven-Shattering Thrusts," the daggers gleaming eerily in the moonlight, each strike sealing off Lin Hansheng's escape route.

"Lin Hansheng, where are you running to?"

"No! You can't kill me! I'm an outer sect elder of the Nine Nether Demon Sect!"

Lin Hansheng collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down his face, pointing at the bloodthirsty demon in the sky and roaring.

"Otherwise, Elder Blood Fiend won't let you off!"

"He can't even protect himself."

"Still daydreaming here?"

Jing Ke slightly raised his dagger, unleashing the "Throat-Locking Strike" from the "Thirteen Heaven-Shattering Thrusts." The cold glint of his dagger reflected on Lin Hansheng's terrified face.

"The debt you owe must be repaid today."

Xuan Yi, on the other hand, completely lost his mind.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

He carried a blood-dripping longsword and unleashed the Shi family's "Wind-Breaking Sword Technique." The sword light was fierce, and his gaze fell upon the younger generation and women of the Lin family.

Although these people did not personally participate in the massacre of the Shi family, they enjoyed the benefits of the Shi family's destruction and acted arrogantly in Baiyun City.

"The wronged souls of the Shi family, today I will use your blood to pay homage!"

Xuan Yi roared and unleashed the "Sweeping Through a Thousand Armies" move from the "Wind-Breaking Sword Technique." His longsword cleaved through the night sky, piercing the heart of a Lin family member who was trying to escape.

Those pampered women screamed and begged for mercy, only to be met with even more ferocious sword moves from Xuan Yi.

Five years of forbearance and hatred have now turned into merciless slaughter.