Hundred Fragrance Tower!

Before long, the villagers had trussed these people up tightly.

A crowd surrounded them, holding their torches high. The area was brightly lit, and piles of firewood had been placed around the bound captives. Once the wood was lit, they would all be burned alive.

Over the years, these people had stolen many of the villagers' children and bullied countless others. Some villagers hated them so much they wished they could flay them alive.

If not for the Daoist Master being here and not giving the order, these people would have been dead long ago.

Besides that, everyone had found several sinister cultivation manuals while searching the hall. Chen Feng flipped through them, then shook his head. They were all evil arts.

Chen Feng stared at one of the leaders and asked, "What faction do you belong to?"

"Daoist Master, we don't belong to any faction!"

"You're still lying to me? If there were no other faction behind you, where did you get these things?"

Chen Feng held up several evil cultivation manuals. He did not believe him at all.

"If you don't talk, I'll set all of you on fire!" Chen Feng made as if to grab a torch. One of the people beside him was so frightened that he immediately said, "We are disciples of the Divine Cult. We answer to people from Longjiang City!"

"Before, it was always the spirit medium who instructed us to carry out sacrifices. We were forced by them too!"

The man began to cry, heartbroken and miserable. If someone did not know the truth, they might really have thought he was a victim and felt some sympathy for him.

"How many strongholds do you have?"

The man answered, "Our Divine Cult has many branches. Ours is the River God branch. Other places