The moment Zhao Xuansu finished speaking, more than thirty Taoist priests from Dragon Tiger Mountain suddenly began chanting a spell in unison. It sounded slow, but was actually incredibly fast—the spell was complete in almost an instant.
As soon as the spell was finished, the Heavenly Gate, which had been reduced to a narrow crack in the sky, suddenly shuddered and rapidly expanded.
When the Heavenly Gate reached a certain size, rays of golden light streamed down from the sky, falling precisely upon the three hundred Daoist youths.
The three hundred ordinary Daoist youths suddenly blazed with golden light. When it faded, they seemed to have reached the Vajra Realm, their auras pressing close to that of a Land Immortal.
Before the onlookers could recover from their shock, three figures emerged from the Heavenly Gate.
Once they had passed through, everyone could see that the man at their head carried a sword wrapped in talismans. The two behind him wore Taoist robes and held horsetail whisks.
The man in front glanced contemptuously at the crowd below, then roared furiously, "Who dares make trouble for Dragon Tiger Mountain?"
Li Chungang saw this and sneered. "Today is the day Shu Mountain opens its gates. This isn't the time for Dragon Tiger Mountain to throw its weight around. If you know what's good for you, leave at once. Otherwise, don't blame this old man for showing no mercy."
"How dare you!"
The man carrying the sword gave a cold snort. The treasured sword in his hand shot toward Li Chungang at incredible speed.
Li Chungang snorted as well. He raised the two fingers of his sole remaining arm into a sword gesture and drew a line through the air. The flying sword hurtling toward him stopped midair.
"If Heaven had not given birth