Gold bricks and jade tiles, covered in a seductive red, shocked the civil and military officials entirely senseless. The mere thought of human fireworks was beyond their wildest dreams, detonating bodies with a grand gesture was not something ordinary people could do. As blood rained down in droplets, they wondered if their son-in-law had really been led astray by the prisoners in the Celestial Prison?
"Continue the music, continue the dance!"
The Old Dragon King wiped the blood from his face, his previous hesitation wiped away. This human fireworks display had awakened the sanguinary and ferocity inherent to the Dragon Race. Cultivators contest fate with a grand vision, a spirit capable of swallowing mountains and rivers. How could one falter over trivial concerns?