"Demon Spirit Masters, what else do you have to say now?" Feng Xiaotian said coldly. The two black-clad men who emerged exuded faint Demonic Energy. Though it was very dim, if he still could not recognize it from this close, would he not be an idiot?
The moment those two appeared, Feng Kuang flew into a rage. "What are you two doing coming out? Do you really want my Feng Family to be destroyed?" Feng Kuang was truly on the verge of madness. Now, even if he jumped into the Yellow River, he would never wash himself clean—though this had been the truth all along. But were these Demon Spirit Masters treating the Feng Family far too lightly? Was this how they treated their partners?
"Hasn't your Feng Family already been destroyed? Or do you still think you are qualified to cooperate with us?" One of the black-clad men sneered. Hearing this, a sense of foreboding suddenly flashed through Feng Kuang's heart.
Wait, why was it so quiet around them? In the midst of battle, Feng Kuang suddenly glanced around. Not a single one of the Lineage disciples who had been fighting remained alive. Or rather, in the entire Feng Family, only the two of them were left.
At this moment, Feng Kuang felt incomparably desolate. Over the past few days, all sorts of matters had kept him from paying attention to much else. And tonight, the two Demon Spirit Masters had come to carry out a mission, while he and his younger brother had received them. The four had been discussing matters in the secret chamber the entire time and had not noticed the changes outside. By the time they emerged, the Lineage was already on the verge of destruction.
Now, only the two of them remained. As for