"Lord is mighty!"
Looking at the twisted air burnt by the fierce fire, people couldn't help but be amazed, giving a thumbs up with faces full of admiration.
Li Jing's expression remained grave as he chanted in his mind. The flame, the size of a soybean, grew with the help of the wind as if it were a magnificent dragon.
Pop!
Pop!
The burning straw let out bursts of crackling sounds.
The crimson flames twisted like a dragon, leaving scorched earth in their wake.
"Burn!"
"Let it burn!"
"Let it burn for a bright and orderly Qiankun!"
Billowing black smoke rose to the sky.
Suddenly, more and more people appeared, gasping for air with buckets in hand. Upon inquiry, they were locals who thought there was a fire and came to put it out.
However, when they saw the soldiers standing like spears, they couldn't help but be startled.
"Everyone!"
"Don't panic!"
"Lord Xiahou is merely clearing the clutter in the courtyard!"
"It's not a fire!"
