Zou Feng carried the buckets and quickly reached the fire's outermost ignition point.
The blaze was not large, and it was obvious someone had started it with burning balls of oiled paper.
Seeing this, Zou Feng first used the Rapid Side-to-Side Hopping Stomp Technique to stamp out the burning paper balls.
He then splashed down both buckets, extinguishing the nearby spots that had caught fire.
Having settled everything in the shortest possible time, before he could even catch his breath, Zou Feng heard faint footsteps approaching simultaneously from in front of and behind him.
Two expressionless men in black fitted outfits had blocked him in, one before and one behind.
Sure enough, murder and arson went hand in hand...
Neither wore a mask. Clearly, they saw no need for one—after all, dead men did not talk.
The man in front had a hooked nose and held a crescent blade in each hand.
The man behind him was missing his left ear and wore spiked knuckle-dusters over his fists.
Both were brimming with killing intent, inner qi surging around them. They were undoubtedly ninth-rank martial artists.
Lit by the moonlight and the nearby flames, both men's weapons glinted with an eerie, icy radiance.
Spirit weapons?
Ordinary ranked martial artists generally could not afford spirit weapons.
Yet even weapons merely touched by the edge of spirit weaponry were needless to say extraordinarily sharp, and particularly effective at breaking through protective qi.
It seemed these two had done their homework thoroughly.
They knew he cultivated the Calamity Ember Undying Body, and had already achieved modest success with it, making his defenses difficult to breach.
And they had chosen this moment, when he was frantically occupied with putting out the fire and his energy had been greatly drained.
If no insider had supplied both