A rough voice accompanied by a strong pressure came from the sky. The area within a thousand kilometers of Chentang Pass was filled with dark clouds. Violent winds swept everywhere. Trees broke and branches flew everywhere. Many mortal clothes that could not be put away in time were swept out of the courtyard wall.
More than ten old dragons circled and churned in the clouds. Li Jing's voice echoed in Chentang Pass.
They did not hide anything and directly questioned him. They were all angry, causing the hundreds of thousands of mortals in Chentang Pass to feel uneasy.
In the backyard of the Li Residence, Little Nezha opened his eyes in a daze. Lady Yin, who had just walked to the window, hurriedly lowered the wooden window. She turned around and walked to the side of the bed. She gently patted him, causing him to quickly fall asleep again.