Summoning the Gods: Start by creating the Eternal Night.

In the center of the courtyard, Yuan Tiangang thrust forward with both palms, and the power of his "Myriad Transformations Divine Palm" suddenly surged, striking Xue Sha in the chest.

"Pfft—" Xue Sha spat out a mouthful of blood, his body flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the beams and pillars of the main hall, making the entire hall shake precariously.

He struggled to get up, only to find that the demonic energy around him was locked by the protective energy of the "Huayang Needle Technique," making it difficult even to raise his hand.

"Impossible... I am at the mid-stage of the Celestial Realm..." Blood Fiend's eyes were filled with resentment and fear.

Yuan Tiangang stood with his hands behind his back, his black robes fluttering in the night wind.

"I told you, your cultivation level at the mid-stage of the Celestial Realm is nothing to me."

His gaze swept indifferently over the bloodthirsty demon slumped beneath the beam, his tone utterly devoid of emotion.

Blood Fiend clutched his chest, a metallic taste rising in his throat. He stared intently at Yuan Tiangang, his eyes filled with resentment and bitterness.

"Mid-stage Celestial Being... You're clearly only at the mid-stage Celestial Being yourself, so why is your palm strike so domineering, easily suppressing even my demonic energy!"

Before he finished speaking, Yuan Tiangang suddenly unleashed an extremely powerful aura.

At first, the aura was as still and deep as a mountain, calm and restrained, but in an instant it soared up into the sky, even shaking the demonic energy above the Lin family and causing it to dissipate inch by inch.

Moonlight pierced through the clouds and shone upon him, causing his black robes to flutter and golden light to swirl around him, as if a majestic divine aura was spreading out from him.

"This...this is..."

Blood Fiend's pupils contracted sharply, and the resentment on his face was instantly replaced by terror. He staggered backward, his voice trembling.

"Late-stage Celestial Realm expert! You're actually a late-stage Celestial Realm powerhouse!"

He finally understood that Yuan Tiangang had been concealing his true strength and hadn't used his full power at all.

It was just a casual game, yet it left this mid-stage Celestial Realm Demon Sect elder completely powerless.

Yuan Tiangang's lips curled into a cold smile. "It's too late to realize this now."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure blurred, as if shrinking the distance to an inch, and he was in front of Xue Sha in an instant.

With a raised hand, he unleashed the Myriad Transformations Divine Palm.

This palm strike was unrestrained, carrying the vast and powerful energy of a late-stage Celestial Realm cultivator. It was so fierce that it caused the surrounding air to explode and the bluestone on the ground to crack inch by inch.

The bloodthirsty spirits were greatly alarmed, and they dared not show the slightest contempt.

He mustered his last strength, and his demonic energy surged wildly, condensing into a thick, blood-red demonic shield in front of him.

At the same time, he roared and summoned his natal demonic weapon—the Crimson Skull Banner.

The skull banner fluttered in the wind, emitting a shrill whistle like the howling of ghosts and wolves. Dozens of vengeful ghost phantoms emerged from the banner's surface, attempting to block Yuan Tiangang's palm strike.

"Such a trivial skill, yet you dare to show it off!"

Yuan Tiangang snorted coldly, his palm stance unchanged, and with the first shot of a silver needle from the tip of his other finger, it accurately nailed to the surface of the skull banner.

"Sizzle sizzle—"

The golden light and demonic energy collided violently, and the spiritual energy on the silver needles instantly erupted, purifying all the illusory spirits. The skull banner even let out a mournful cry, and its surface shattered inch by inch.

At the same time, the Myriad Transformations Divine Palm was already imprinted on the Crimson Demon Shield.

"Bang!"

With a deafening roar, the magic shield shattered, and the force of the palm strike, undiminished, slammed heavily into Blood Fiend's chest.

"ah--!"

Blood Fiend let out a bloodcurdling scream, his entire body struck as if by a heavy blow, and he was sent flying backward.

It slammed hard against the wall of the main hall, creating a huge crater.

The sound of his bones shattering was clearly audible, and blood gushed from his mouth, staining the ground in front of him red.

Even so, Yuan Tiangang still did not stop.

He moved again, like a shadow, his fingertips raining down silver needles, densely shooting towards the major acupoints all over Xue Sha's body.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

The silver needles entered his body, instantly sealing off the meridians throughout Xue Sha's body and locking up the demonic energy in his dantian.

Blood Fiend lay paralyzed in the deep pit, his body convulsing, unable to move even a finger.

They could only watch helplessly as Yuan Tiangang slowly approached, his eyes filled with despair and fear.

Yuan Tiangang stopped in his tracks, looking down at him with a cold glint in his eyes, his voice as cold as ice:

"Blood Fiend, I ask you, where is the headquarters of your Nine Nether Demon Sect?"

Who are the high-ranking cultivators within the sect?

A fierce glint flashed in Xue Sha's eyes. He gritted his teeth and remained silent.

He knew that the location of the Demon Sect's headquarters was a top secret, and if it were leaked, he would face torture that was worse than death.

Yuan Tiangang seemed to see through his thoughts. With a flick of his finger, a silver needle spun between his fingers, shimmering with golden light.

"You think you can keep the secret by not speaking?"

He flicked his finger, and the silver needle precisely pierced the Jianjing acupoint of the Blood Demon.

A piercing pain instantly swept through Xue Shi's entire body. He felt as if thousands of steel needles were piercing his meridians, causing his whole body to spasm in agony, and his robes were soaked with cold sweat.

"Ah—! You...you dare!"

"What is there to be afraid of?"

Yuan Tiangang's tone was calm, yet it carried an undeniable sense of pressure.

"To tell or not to tell?"

Blood Fiend's face contorted in pain, yet he stubbornly endured it, squeezing out a few words through gritted teeth:

"I...I don't know..."

"Yeah?"

Yuan Tiangang's lips curled slightly, and another silver needle appeared at his fingertips.

"Looks like you haven't had enough of the hardship yet."

He slowly raised his hand, the silver needle aimed at another major acupoint of the Blood Fiend, his eyes showing no pity.

"ah….."

Meanwhile, on the other side of the square, the battle was gradually becoming clearer.

The toxic gas from the wound on his shoulder continued to backfire, making his face, shrouded in green mist, increasingly ferocious.

With his last ounce of strength, he condensed dark green poisonous flames into his palm's dragon claw and lunged towards Di Yun's chest.

"sucker Punch!"

Di Yun snorted coldly, unleashing the full power of the Divine Illumination Scripture, causing his protective aura to surge with golden light.

He flicked his wrist, and his longsword spun a stunning sword flower, the ultimate move of Liancheng Sword Technique—"Starfall in the Long River".

The sword light poured down like a silver river, instantly piercing through the energy of the poisonous dragon's claw and heading straight for the poisonous dantian.

"Pfft—"

As the longsword pierced his body, the poisonous creature trembled violently, its狰狞 (zhengning - ferocious/hideous) expression instantly freezing, replaced by boundless horror.

He looked down at the sword blade that had pierced through his dantian. Dark green blood flowed down the blade, and the demonic energy within his dantian dissipated like a flood.

"you……"

The putrid poison managed to squeeze out a few words before collapsing limply, utterly lifeless.

Meanwhile, the battle between Linghu Chong and Kuang Jun was also coming to an end.

The Mad Lord was enraged by the cunning sword techniques of the Nine Swords of Dugu.

He suddenly swung his spiked club in a blur, unleashing his ultimate technique, the Mad Demon Mountain-Shattering Strike, and smashed it down on Linghu Chong's head.

"Well done!"

A glint flashed in Linghu Chong's eyes. Instead of retreating, he advanced and unleashed the "Power-Breaking Style" of the Dugu Nine Swords, his longsword precisely striking the tip of the spiked club.

This strike, with its skillful deflection, redirected the Mad Lord's immense power to the side.

The spiked club grazed Linghu Chong's clothes and slammed into the ground with a loud bang, creating a deep crater several feet long.

The Mad Lord felt a tremendous force coming from the spiked club, and his hand was in excruciating pain as the weapon flew out of his hand.

Before he could react, Linghu Chong's sword was already pressed against his throat.

You lost.

Linghu Chong's voice was calm, yet it carried an undeniable sharpness.

The madman froze, staring at the sword tip so close to his face; his arrogance vanished instantly.

His legs buckled, and he collapsed to the ground, repeatedly begging for mercy.

"Spare me! Spare me! I'll surrender! I'll surrender!"

Linghu Chong frowned. He had not expected that the people of the Demonic Sect would be so afraid of death, just like the Demon Seeker from last time.

Shouldn't members of the Demonic Sect always be fearless?

He then raised his sword and brought it down, killing the Mad Lord with a single strike.