"Wind Summoning Technique, be careful, my lord." The general who had shouted earlier reminded once more, his voice filled with awe.
Before Wang Xiaoqiang could react, a violent wind swept him off like a storm scattering the clouds, whooshing him up and away,
The gust blew him head over heels, flipping him through the air like a clay doll, and he disappeared from view in an instant,
As they saw Wang Xiaoqiang being blown away into invisibility, everyone was utterly shocked. Empress Chi Yao showed a hint of amusement on her stern face and waved her hand, "Come back to me,"
A gust of wind promptly blew from afar, sweeping Wang Xiaoqiang, who was thrown far, back over to land in front of Empress Chi Yao,
Wang Xiaoqiang was swept by the wind until his clothes were torn; his robe was ripped open with large holes, threads hanging in strips. His face was pale, his hair disheveled, looking utterly ragged like a beggar.
