Chapter 2 Taoist Longshan
Under the curtain of night.
The flames soared into the sky, the raging tongues of fire devouring both the Snow Plum and the building together.
One by one, the black-clad figures coldly watched the gradually terrifying sea of fire in front of them, merciless and cruel. Occasionally, one or two people who managed to escape the net could not withstand the high temperatures and ran out from the sea of fire, only to have their heads chopped off with a single sword.
Lord Feng’s lips slowly curled into a smile.
He wanted to see Snow Plum Manor turned into ashes with his own eyes.
The fire grew even fiercer.
In the distance, a black-clad figure came running in panic.
"Lord Feng, Taoist Longshan of the True Martial Sect is on his way. Should we retreat now?"
Lord Feng furrowed his brow, his eyes flashing with deep apprehension.
"Wasn’t that Longshan old fox supposed to come tomorrow? Why has he come early?"
"I don’t know, sir."
"Useless!"