Whoosh whoosh whoosh—
Fierce wind accompanied by heat waves surged in all directions.
The Fire Qilin continued to accelerate, running faster and faster, finally kicking up two deep, charred pits in the ground with a loud boom, suddenly transforming into a giant fireball, racing away like the wind.
Jiang Dali felt a strong impact of inertia coming on, the speed already completely surpassing what he achieved when using his Qinggong movement technique, the momentum was astonishing.
The scenery around him blurred into swift streaks rushing to the rear, and a bold spirit arose within his heart, prompting an ecstatic laughter.
"Hahaha—A real man should ride the fiercest steed and tame the most savage beast! Such thrill!!"
...
At this moment.
In the Song State Hangzhou, at Leifeng Tower, the bustling activity was ablaze, voices were mounting.
Numerous laborers were moving the materials transported from Divine Iron City, directed by someone to stack them up.
