The eye-catching blaze in the courtyard shot up into the sky, faintly mixed with yellow lightning, like a sleeping fire dragon suddenly awakened, tearing wildly around.
Then, a thunderous explosion echoed, the sound deafening.
The vermilion gate in the backyard shattered instantly under the blast wave, and even the courtyard wall didn't escape unscathed.
The sturdy blue stone bricks collapsed at one corner under the explosion's power, with shattered stones and flames bursting out together.
When the firelight vanished, countless fragments of stone fell down.
The air was filled with the acrid and intense smell of scorched earth and gunpowder.
Having just stepped outside the courtyard gate, Shen Qing watched the scene unfold, somewhat surprised, "This power is much greater than I thought it would be."
Shen Qing glanced around quickly, rushed back in, brushed the dust in the air with his hand, and scanned the surroundings.