The First Demon of the Chan Sect-Chapter 235 - 181 First Battle of Qingqiu (2nd Update!)

At this moment in Qingqiu Mountain, besides Lv Wen who had already escaped, there were still more than twenty leaders of various clans remaining seated. They were laughing loudly, engaging in exuberant conversations, drinking alcohol, and eating meat, oblivious to the danger that was silently approaching.

At the mountain top, a little fox demon on duty saw from afar a dark cloud of smoke rolling in, and the sky further darkened. Just as he concentrated and attempted to get a clearer view, he suddenly felt a chill in his throat, as if a thick liquid was flowing out. Just as he was about to touch it with his hand, his eyes widened and he fell into a pool of blood.

Di Jiang watched coldly at Di Jun floating in the sky and said, "Di Jun, Taiyi, lead the Demon Race quickly to the Eastern Sea Domain. As for these traitors of the Demon Race, let our Witch Tribe handle them!"

Upon hearing this, Taiyi’s face suddenly turned ashen, cursing inwardly, "The demons of Qingqiu Mountain, although they have never submitted to our Heavenly Court for thousands of years, it still doesn’t justify the Witch Tribe to make a move. These are tens of millions of living demons!"

Thinking of this, Taiyi was about to step forward and scold Di Jiang but was unexpectedly pulled back by Di Jun.

Di Jun, with a cold expression, said, "In that case, I thank Fellow Daoist for cleaning up our Demon Race! Listen up, demons, continue forward, no one is to stop, disobedience will be met with death!" Having said that, he led the way flying towards the Eastern Sea.

Taiyi begrudgingly bit his lip, urged the clouds under his feet, and followed, asking resentfully, "Big brother, why leave those thirty million demon clansmen to the Witch Tribe like lambs to the slaughter?"

Taiyi replied with a cold smile, "Second brother, think more long-term. First of all, though there are twenty demon clans on Qingqiu Mountain, have they ever submitted to you and me over these thousands of years? Rather than keeping these troubles to disrupt our Demon Race’s order, it’s simpler to kill them. Furthermore, these demons deserve to die, but if our Demon Race acts, it will surely leave a handle to be criticized. How would the other demons view our Heavenly Court then? Who would still submit to us? But if the Witch Tribe makes the move, not only does it help us eliminate a trouble, it will also significantly weaken the Witch Tribe’s forces and incite hatred from other demons towards the Witch Tribe. Why not do it?"

"But, big brother!" Taiyi’s face turned ugly as he said, "That’s still thirty million lives of the Demon Race, thirty million!"

Di Jun glanced at Taiyi and said, "So what? I’d rather betray the demons of Heaven and Earth than let the demons of Heaven and Earth betray me!"

Nearby, demons like Kunpeng and Fu Xi, although slightly uncomfortable with Di Jun’s words, deeply respected Di Jun’s ruthless nature. Such a nature was indeed the way of an emperor.

Leaving the progressively distant Demon Race aside, the Witch Crowds, under the leadership of the Twelve Ancestor Witches, swiftly advanced several miles in the blink of an eye, arriving at the foot of Qingqiu Mountain.

"Ha ha ha, listen up demons of Qingqiu Mountain, I am Ancestor Witch Zhu Rong. Today, I shall bury your entire Qingqiu Mountain by the coast here!" Standing at the foot of the mountain, Zhu Rong took a deep breath and his arrogant voice spread throughout Qingqiu Mountain.

The demons inside the Qingqiu Palace were still chatting, when they suddenly heard this arrogant voice, causing all their expressions to drastically change.

"Elder Tu, what’s going on? Why would the Witch Tribe attack Qingqiu Mountain without reason?" The man called Brother Huang by Lv Wen, turned pale, stutteringly asked.

Tu Qingshan stroked his beard, frowning, "Could it be a misunderstanding? After all, our Qingqiu Mountain lineage has no ties with the Heavenly Court!"

Hearing what Tu Qingshan said, the Great Demons inside the palace were completely reassured.

"Yes, we are not subjects of the Heavenly Court, the Witch Tribe shouldn’t trouble us!"

"Elder Tu, should we clarify things with the Witch Tribe to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings?"

Tu Qingshan nodded, with one step he had already reached the peak of Qingqiu. Just with this simple action, one could see that this old fox was definitely not as simple as he appeared on the surface.

Tu Qingshan stood in the air, his pale robe fluttering in the strong wind. He lightly stroked his beard, bowed, and said, "I am Tu Qingshan, the lord of Qingqiu Mountain. May I ask what brings the Witch Tribe here?"

"Old man, why the hell are you talking so much nonsense!" Gonggong, with a fiery temper like Zhu Rong, veins bulging in his arms, shouted angrily.

"Xiao Shui, step back!" Di Jiang frowned as he looked at the old man in front of him, who was no less in cultivation than himself, and swiftly pulled Gonggong behind him, bowing and asking, "May I ask Mr. Tu, does Qingqiu Mountain belong to the forces of the Heavenly Court?"

Tu Qingshan thought to himself, "As expected!" and then spoke, "Hehe, Fellow Daoist must be mistaken. Although there are more than twenty races on Qingqiu Mountain, none are under the jurisdiction of the Heavenly Court. Although Di Jun has tried to recruit us several times, we have never intended to join!"

"Big brother, why waste words with this old man!" Gonggong muttered dissatisfiedly.

Di Jiang ignored Gonggong and asked again, "Then have you, Fellow Daoist, ever pledged allegiance to other powers, such as under a Saint, such as the Four Seas Saint Spirits, or perhaps..." Here, Di Jiang intentionally paused before continuing, "Or perhaps, the brother of Candle Dragon?"

Despite being a cunning old fox who had lived for countless years, Tu Qingshan was still baffled by Di Jiang’s question. What exactly was going on? He pondered for a long moment before deciding to tell the truth, "Fellow Daoist is being a bit too inquisitive. However, I’ll tell you, my lord is none other than the brother of Ancestor Dragon, Candle Dragon!"

Di Jiang’s eyes flashed with two fierce killing intents, he coldly glanced at Tu Qingshan, thinking, "Indeed, I can’t be wrong!"

Immediately turning around, he raised his arm and shouted to the Witch Tribe’s warriors, "Minister Turtle, that old bastard, has blatantly insulted our Twelve Ancestor Witches on our tribal lands. Angered, we killed him, but behind this old bastard is the lord of the Four Seas, Candle Dragon. His servant has died by our hands, Candle Dragon will certainly not spare our Witch Tribe! Now that we have reached the East Sea Coast, tell me, shouldn’t we eradicate the Four Seas’ forces?"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Millions of Witch Tribe’s warriors’ shouts mingled into one, their endless hatred for the Demon Race and their disdain for the Four Seas’ forces poured out like a torrent, the cold intent to kill instantly enveloping the entire Qingqiu Mountain Range.

Just as Di Jiang looked back, Tu Qingshan already sensed the bad news. That old turtle was killed by the Ancestor Witches before the Candle Dragon had appeared to the world, and Tu Qingshan and these newly joined demons under Candle Dragon knew nothing about the old turtle. If any demon had known, they would have already deployed the army to fight to the death.

Di Jiang swung his arm vehemently and ordered, "Attack with full force!"

"Roar!" Countless Witch Tribe members, with blood-red eyes, started yelling fiercely, fearsome war patterns began to emerge on their bodies like wild beasts, rushing violently towards Qingqiu Mountain.

Tu Qingshan’s complexion drastically changed, and in the blink of an eye, he rushed into the Qingqiu Palace, roaring, "Quick, gather all the elite troops of each clan! These Witch Tribe members are here to eliminate Lord Candle Dragon! They have only over ten million in number, whereas we have over thirty million on Qingqiu Mountain, perhaps we can take down the Witch Tribe!"

"Woo!"

A strange horn sound unexpectedly emanated from within Qingqiu Palace. This was the agreed signal among various clan leaders to gather their troops in an emergency.

"Howl!" "Hiss!" "Screech!"

Echoes of cries, from various parts of the Qingqiu Mountain Range, resounded, including the roaring of apes, tigers, the barking of foxes, and the chirping of birds! In an instant, the entire Qingqiu Mountain Range was overwhelmed with stormy winds and evil Qi.

Soon, tens of millions of Demon Race warriors gathered in front of Qingqiu Peak.

Tu Qingshan, in a white robe, stood coldly in front of Qingqiu Palace and declared, "My children, the Witch Tribe forces are now at our gates. If we cannot withstand this calamity, then our lineage on Qingqiu Mountain will be utterly erased from the Primordial Land! So, the time to test you has arrived! Drive the Witch Tribe out of Qingqiu Mountain!"

"Drive them out!"

Over thirty million demons from various clans, raising their weapons high, roared frenziedly.

"Kill!" Twenty clan leaders, standing on the frigid mountain peak, commanded the vast army to charge down the mountain.

The colossal battle between tens of millions from the Witch and Demon Clans, no battle strategy could be effective. Perhaps the Demon Race of Qingqiu Mountain held no grudge against the Witch Tribe, but the invading Witch armies bore tidal wave-like hatred toward every member of the Demon Race. Thus, frenzied Witch Tribe members didn’t care whether you were a demon from Heavenly Court or Qingqiu Mountain. In their minds, knowing you were of the Demon Race was enough! freёwebnoѵel.com

"Boom!"

The entire heaven and earth seemed to tremble slightly, countless huge rocks fell from Qingqiu Mountain, and a space crack spanning thousands of miles opened where the two armies collided, endless streams of blood formed rivers, staining the once pristine Qingqiu Mountain Range a bloody red!

"Kill!"

The Water Village of Gonggong from the Witch Tribe and the Rain Village of Xuanming, all their people used their Divine Skills simultaneously. Instantly, storm clouds gathered, and torrential rain began to fall, all the rainwater converged, forming a vast azure long river.

This river seemed to possess a will, crazily twisting and turning, gradually transforming into a terrifying giant python, its head alone as large as a mountain, covered in pale blue scale armor, each scale inscribed with Tao Runes, gleaming with a strange golden light.

"Hiss!" The ancient water snake hissed hoarsely, and with a spring of its body, it plunged downward, crazily swallowing towards the Demon Race army.

Any demon that got close to the giant python would be enveloped by the light emanating from the golden brilliance, instantly turned into pus, truly a horrific sight.

"Ah!"

"Help!"

"Damn the Witch Tribe!"

In the blink of an eye, nearly tens of millions of demons, some crushed into pieces, some turned into pus. The relentless flood swept mercilessly, the endless blood integrating into the water, turning the azure river a bloody red, countless miserable groans echoing between heaven and earth! (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation votes and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)