"Aaaah—"
Zhang Wenliang and Huang Yuesheng howled in agony on the ground.
Sometimes having a powerful body wasn't always a good thing.
If their physical bodies weren't so strong, maybe their deaths would've been instant—less suffering that way.
Now, though, they could only feel their flesh being slowly corroded by the Cyan Lotus True Flame, their life force pouring out every second.
"You beast! You killed Nanshan Daoist! The Li Fire Sect will never let you get away with this!"
Zhang Wenliang shouted, his face twisted with rage.
He knew he was doomed—begging for his life was pointless, so all he could do was roar in fury.
"If they dare come for me, I'll wipe them all out too!"
Lin Chang'sheng replied dismissively.
Without pause, he struck, two palms blasting Zhang Wenliang and Huang Yuesheng to death.
Their divine souls were swept up by Lin Chang'sheng into the Holy Soul Banner—their bodies and storage bags didn't escape his grasp either.
