Li Qixuan nodded at Xiao Qi's words and replied, "If you channel internal energy into it, even a folding fan made of paper can become a powerful weapon."
Intrigued by his words, Wen Mo said, "Then I will make you an iron fan."
Two minutes later, the blade had been reshaped into an iron fan. It didn't have sharp edges, but when Li Qixuan held it, he smiled and said, "Comrade, this iron fan is very well made. Thank you."
"Brother, try it out!" Xiao Qi urged.
"Okay," Li Qixuan nodded.
With a flick of his wrist, the iron fan unfolded smoothly. Li Qixuan smiled, and with a wave of his hand, fire burst from the fan like a flamethrower.
The fire stretched more than six meters, burning everything in its path. The air around them grew noticeably hotter as time passed by.
Startled by the fire, Xiao Qi exclaimed, "Whoa!"
Li Qixuan chuckled at his reaction. With another wave of the fan, the flame shifted direction and surged toward the roadblocks.
Boom!
