Two days later, banners fluttered below Kunlun, and killing intent soared into the sky.
Ao Tian, returning from Spirit Mountain, roared up at the Taoist temple on the mountain. "You stinking Daoist! Get out here!"
The Old Daoist looked up at the sky. "Why don't you come up and try?"
Ao Tian flew into a rage. He turned to the elders and disciples behind him and roared, "Set fire to the mountain!"
A horn blared below the mountain. Hundreds of elders and disciples of the Flood Dragon Clan carried barrels of oil and began pouring it along the road outside the mountain gate.
The elders had piled up the prepared branches until they were as high as a small hill. As the Old Daoist stared in disbelief, Ao Tian waved his hand below, ready to set them alight!
"I'm coming!"
Before Ao Tian could give the order, a whirlwind swept down from the mountain!
It was Wang Xian, who had emerged from Bear Two's cave. Seeing the Flood Dragon Clan about to burn the mountain, he immediately shot toward the area outside the mountain gate!
"Boom!"
Still in midair, Wang Xian threw a punch!
"Looking for death!"
Ao Tian unleashed the move he had been holding back for a long time.
A bolt of lightning collided with Wang Xian's punch, sending him flying backward.
Unable to control himself, he slammed straight toward the mountain gate.
"Set the fire! Attack!"
Ao Tian gave the order to attack. "Burn this mountain to the ground! Burn that old bastard alive!"
The Old Daoist took a step toward the foot of the mountain and said coldly, "Whoever dares to burn the mountain, I'll kill!"
A horn blared!
"Boom!" A sound rang out.
One of the Flood Dragon elders had thrown his torch onto the