Ouyang Zuoheng wore a stern expression.
An expert approached him. "Patriarch, the encirclement is complete. Shall we launch the full assault?"
Ouyang Zuoheng said, "No. There must be experts among them, and we don't know their numbers. We can't fight a confused battle. Set fires on three sides and force them to break out through the remaining side. Then concentrate our main force at that gap."
"Have our most elite group handle the skies. I'll oversee it personally! They may have a flock of hawks, but today, I'm turning them into dumplings too!"
"Yes! Understood!"
Ouyang Zuoheng said, "Light it up! Tell every member of the Ouyang Family that killing even one enemy earns a reward starting at one million! Whoever recovers my son's kidney gets ten million! And if anyone damages my son's kidney in the chaos, I'll have his life!"
"Understood!"
Gasoline had been poured on all three sides. The moment the torches touched it, the flames spread instantly.
Ouyang Zuoheng raised a hand. "First wave, loose the arrows!"
More than a hundred people surrounding the building began firing arrows, and they were flaming arrows at that!
Mo Zigui immediately sensed that something was wrong. A large number of Ancient Martial Artists had suddenly appeared nearby, and the temperature had sharply risen.
He looked outside and paled in shock. Everything was red with flames!
Mo Zigui sprang up, leaped high into the air, smashed open the skylight with one palm, and shot outside.
The moment he showed himself, an expert charged straight at him and slashed down with a blade!
Mo Zigui frowned. "Courting death!"
With one hand, he brushed aside the blade and struck the man in the chest with his palm.
As soon as he took down one man, another five or six charged at him.