CHAPTER 1522: CHAPTER 1522: BLOOD SPILLED ON PURPLE CLOUD PEAK

The Four Great Demon Kings are not fools; they wouldn’t fall for something that easily.

The Golden-Winged Roc didn’t say much to them, just clasped his fists and said, "The restrictions on this side of the mountain have all been broken by my master. If you four demon kings want to seize the opportunity, head up quickly. I’m taking my leave now!"

With a flap of his wings, he disappeared without a trace.

The Four Great Demon Kings looked at each other and then turned to Kong Qing.

Kong Qing instructed, "No matter what their purpose is, as long as we can get up the mountain, it will be beneficial. Send the little demons to probe. If there truly are no restrictions, we’ll head up together."

The other three demon kings nodded and immediately sent little demons with a group of demonic beasts up the mountain.

Their eyes remained fixed on the mountain.

Surprisingly, the little demons quickly climbed the mountain, reaching a height of over a thousand meters without encountering any restrictions.

The Four Great Demon Kings were greatly pleased, and to be safe, they patiently waited a little longer.

Unexpectedly, the little demons previously sent had actually all made it up.

The Four Great Demon Kings shouted excitedly to the tens of thousands of little demons below, "Boys, the restrictions on the mountain have been lifted, let’s rush up and seize the opportunity!"

The little demons let out a wailing sound, resembling a black torrent, and followed the Four Great Demon Kings rushing up the mountain.

On the mountain, a group of loose cultivators watched the strong forces advancing from both sides, feeling uneasy and somewhat inclined to retreat.

In the blink of an eye, the time it takes an incense stick to burn had passed. Xie Sanniang stood up and shouted, "Can the Spatial Domain Gate be opened or not?"

The other scattered cultivators also stood up, all looking at Ma Tengfei.

Ma Tengfei, holding a large flag and sweating profusely, thought to himself that hopefully Long Fei wouldn’t screw him over this time.

Before he could dispel this thought, the Spatial Domain Gate before him suddenly emitted a burst of golden light, ten times stronger than before!

A gust of earthy stench from another world emanated from it, catching everyone’s attention.

Ma Tengfei shouted excitedly, "See, our Sharing Alliance hasn’t deceived anyone. The Domain Gate is open. Hurry and enter to find your opportunities!"

He waved the large flag in his hand and led the charge inside.

Xie Sanniang followed closely with her disciples from the Mystic Yin Sect, along with a frenzy of scattered cultivators rushing in.

In just a short while, more than ten thousand people had entered.

Suddenly, a loud shout came from the mountain, "Stop, this Foreign Domain Space belongs to our Wudang Sect, all of you halt!"

On one side of the mountain, the various sects had broken through layers of restrictions and arrived first.

Lin Daoqi from the Wudang Sect, wielding the Seven Stars Treasure Sword, conjured a sword qi extending a thousand meters long, fiercely slashing at the scattered cultivators around the Spatial Domain Gate.

The power of his Nascent Soul Realm cultivation was evident, as the sword qi swept over, covering an area of a thousand meters.

The cultivators preparing to enter the small world were severed by this sword qi, resulting in over a thousand immediate casualties.

Blood mist sprayed, scattering along the path.

A group of scattered cultivators recoiled in fear, retreating over a hundred meters in distance.

Wudang disciples quickly came up to maintain order, with over a thousand disciples completely surrounding the Spatial Domain Gate in a circle.

The other sects followed closely with a murderous intent, ascending the mountain in hordes.

Three days ago, these scattered cultivators had wantonly humiliated them on the mountain.

Today, they sought to vindicate themselves completely.

Although there were many scattered cultivators, they were not united, and their cultivation levels were far inferior to the disciples of these famous sects.

Anger boiled within them as they watched opportunities slip away and pathways blocked by the Wudang Sect and these major sects, but no one dared to voice their complaints.

A group of major sect disciples had no obstruction.

The Wudang disciples surrounding the Spatial Domain Gate made way, allowing them to all enter the small world.

Mount Shu Zichuan glanced coldly at the scattered cultivators, pointing at them in ridicule, "Who said we couldn’t do it the other day? Now, grandpa is entering this Spatial Domain Gate. Can you do it?"

They all clutched their swords, their teeth grinding, watching helplessly as he entered the gate.

Mount Mao’s prodigy Lin Daoyi laughed heartily, "Loose cultivators are just loose cultivators, unworthy things trying to compete with us for opportunities!"

Kunlun’s prodigy Jiang Wudi exhaled a deep breath of irritation and sneered at the scattered cultivators, "Surprised, aren’t you? Our masters had already calculated that today is the best time to enter the Domain Gate. What good did coming up early do for you? Why don’t you come in with us?"

The disciples of these major sects, without hesitation, trampled on the scattered cultivators, releasing three days’ worth of grievance.

Over ten thousand disciples from major sects entered inside, declaring the area as rightfully theirs.

The number of major sect disciples on the mountain continued to grow, all of them having come from various sects to maintain order and assist Mount Wudang in dealing with the scattered cultivators.

These disciples wore different sect robes, both male and female, totaling no fewer than fifty thousand.

Their presence completely suppressed the momentum of the scattered cultivators.

Their uniform attire and cultivation levels all being at least at the Enlightenment Realm were incomparable to that of the scattered cultivators.

The atmosphere was oppressive, the tension ready to explode, but no one among the scattered cultivators dared to take the lead in causing trouble.

Suddenly, from the mountainside came a loud shout, "Clear out for me, this opportunity is for our Demon Clan."

The Demon Army surged forth like a flood from the mountainside, trampling the peaks until they shook.

The scattered cultivators, frightened, retreated again, directly yielding over ten thousand meters of space behind them.

The Four Great Demon Kings charged in the lead with their little demons, immediately confronting the major sects’ disciples at the Spatial Domain Gate with magical treasures in hand.

The major sects’ elders exchanged glances, not expecting the demons to have also ascended.

Gazing at the mountainside, they saw a densely packed horde of demonic beasts, estimated to number no less than a hundred thousand.

Wudang Sect Leader Qing Xuanzi, sword in hand, faced the Four Great Demon Kings and coldly said, "Demon Clan comrades, we’ve always stayed out of each other’s business. Why cause trouble at Wudang today?"

The Dragon Elephant Demon King snorted with his long nose and replied somberly, "Bull-Nosed Daoist, save the talk. Move aside from the Spatial Domain Gate; the resources here should be shared by everyone, not just the Human Race."

Qing Xuanzi retorted with a cold brow, "Such audacity. Do you know this is Wudang Sect, not your Valley of Myriad Demons!"

The Green Rhinoceros Demon King, with a fiery temper, had a sharp horn flashing as he cursed loudly, "No need for chatter, let’s just fight!"

He bowed his head, charging towards Qing Xuanzi with force.

The green horn burst with a surge of green light, resembling a long spear, making even the void before it tremble.

"Audacious, your Demon Clan truly seeks death!"

Qing Xuanzi shouted, wielding the Tai Chi Sword clashing furiously with the green spear-like horn. With a boom, even the void before them quivered.

The Demon Clan roared and charged from all directions at the disciples of the major sects surrounding the Spatial Domain Gate.

A scene of chaos erupted on the spot, with cries of battle echoing everywhere, blood mist splattering.

The scattered cultivators widened their eyes, filled with schadenfreude, secretly cursing the sects to suffer, hoping they would end up heavily wounded in the battle against the Demons, allowing them to seize the opportunity to enter the small world.